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There's so much here that I feel it's impossible to absorb entirely in a single reading. View all 10 comments. Reading The Magic Mountain is learning to die. Those who live are dying a little, and on this mountain one lives very slowly. It tells the story of Hans Castorp, a young man without many qualities, who the author just does not want to call mediocre. He was a little exhausted by the end of his engineering course.

Before assuming a high position in the firm of relatives, he goes to a sanitarium on the mountain to rest for fifteen days, under the pretext of visiting the tubercular cousin. Doctors h Reading The Magic Mountain is learning to die. Doctors have discovered that it has the disease in it, and it stays internal as well. Then a transformation takes place in him, gradually, as he goes to live in this place where it seems that time does not exist.

In the brief retrospection of his previous life, it is interesting to note the parallel between his biography and that of Thomas Mann, who was also fatherless distant in Brazil and, although his mother, indifferent to his relatives. Speaking in the biographical parallel, we will already notice the incredible chapter on the beach walk - this in the mountain, in a place that was covered with snow, even in the summer - as if the mother of the author, brazilian, of Paraty, left in that atavistic feeling of the sea.

Get to know the guests of the clinic, which seems to have nothing extraordinary. They are in fact ordinary people who have taken on an incurable disease at the time, and live with it in the best possible way.

The better this coexistence, the more normal they seem, the more they gain psychological depth, the more we know how much ordinary human people carry within themselves. How could it not be, there is religious discussion - in the person of two of the most interesting, most complex characters, a writer and a Jesuit, two revelers at first, who grow and dominate the scene.

It is the city of God and the city of men in struggle, both charged with errors, trying to justify and impose themselves. The outcome of this dispute will be the climax of the novel. No winners, but with loss and disappointment.

However, life goes on. Hans Castorp knows or thinks about knowing love. He does not realize that those who live in their conditions have no right to love. As if to say that those who live in the conditions in which we all live life have no right to love. It is on the eve of World War I, when the world will change. Hans Castorp suddenly matures - that is, we say that time did not exist there, but it is so slowly that the transformations happen in people who, when they see, are already others.

As if it were all of a sudden. Nothing could be suddenly in an page book. Nothing could be more surprising in a book of so many pages, in which nothing happens, and that leaves us trapped in that world full of humanity, bleeding unnoticed, dying - and gazes with death - while we go making us richer inwardly. It is not just Hans Castorp that grows throughout the novel. It's not just the characters - not greatness like us - that grow throughout the novel.

US too. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a contestant for the spot of my absolute favorite novel. The judgment is only being withheld due to the fact that I currently don't have a review for Of Human Bondage , so no accurate comparison can be made as of yet.

It must be said that if the previous book gave me hope for the human condition, this one explosively revitalized my admiration for the human ideal. Few people write like this nowadays.

Most don't appreciate their world and its myriad ideas and o Ladies and gentlemen, we have a contestant for the spot of my absolute favorite novel. Most don't appreciate their world and its myriad ideas and opinions, the sheer amount of conflicting diatribes created by the force of the human brain. If they do, rarely do they make the effort to take on this overwhelming amount of information and distill it down into a message for the future.

There's no snapshot of the world at hand that is absolutely gorgeous in what it conveys to the reader, both in quantity and in quality. In light of that, I now have an answer for the which-book-would-you-take-on-a-deserted-island question, as I know for a fact that I could reread this book every day till the day I die, and I'd never not find something new to contemplate and stand in awe of.

This is the well-to-do of Europe before the Great War, living off of old money in a state of pure contentment that, were it not for sheer boredom, would accomplish next to nothing. It is this boredom, this monster titled 'Stupor' referenced in the pages, that forces our man Hans Castorp to distract himself in shifting fashions that model the ever changing obsessions of the continent, from science to political discourse to religious rantings to mystical meanderings.

The institution goes through throes of obsession that closely model the 'flatland' from which its denizens came; so too does the violent undercurrent that begins to overwhelm Europe resemble the ever increasing ferocity between those who were formerly combatants solely in the intellectual realm. The question must be posed: Boredom may be a tiresome thing, but would it have been enough to convince him to leave the nest, where time is compartmentalized, stretched, and finally completely ignored into oblivion?

Or would he have hung around till his own death, when his excuse for staying finally takes his life, and he is removed from reality in as quiet and unobtrusive a fashion as his ill comrades had been before him? Now, take that question, and apply it to Europe as a whole. What do you see? There's a question for the ages, if ever there was one. And to tie in to the other wonderful side to the coin: Either he goes along, continuing to 'play king' with his trains of thought honed inside the 'Magic Mountain', or all his questions are answered in regards to death and the end of all things.

Either path is a happy ending, in my opinion. Even nothing is an answer, and would be no more than an extended rest cure, only more final and everlasting than the others. But I will save space for further re-readings, when the fervor is once again fresh and I have more immediate recollection under my belt to spout out. One last thing: You find a gem like this, and you can't go back. View all 40 comments. View all 11 comments. Jun 12, Lee rated it it was amazing.

I bet you like boring shit like The Magic Mountain. Now, if I time-traveled back to Boston that night the sun was just barely up, actually -- early summer dawn comes around 4 am I'd change her mind about me and The Magic Mountain with enthusiastic description of how the book was boring at times, sure, totally intentionally boring at times, I'd say, but shit it's most certainly not.

It didn't get going for me until freaking pages in total. Formally steady pre-modernist approach: Content-wise, every page seems infused with intellectual talk -- it's explicitly hyper-thematic, a novel of ideas in which the major conflicts are theoretical, a novel that climaxes with a confounding blizzard of argument between opposing intellectuals "Operationes Spirtuales," p followed by a sublime chapter "Snow," p in which the main dude Hans sets out for some solo skiing and gets lost in an actual blizzard of wind-driven snow that gives way to abstractions and hallucinations, like how conflicting theories about Progress or Spirit or the necessity of terror or humaneness are manifested in reality -- first, escalating into real physical conflict between the two intellectual adversaries the humanist Settembrini and the protofascist Naphta and then later on real physical conflict among nations driven to war by ideas: Ideas, simply because they were rigorous, led inexorably to bestial deeds, to a settlement by physical struggle?

All in all, things seem intentionally shaped like an arduous ascent in itself.

It's a novel that tries to induce a confounded sense in readers, too, erring on the side of a sort of highly managed confusion intermixed with occasional passages of extreme clarity eg, at one point there's a description of moments when the sides of mountains all around can be seen through temporary openings in the clouds.

It's structured like an upwardly undulating slope that ends sort of in open air. The language is always accessible but it's rarely propelled by a narrative engine running on high-viscosity plot.

For the most part, the plot involves questions like: Will Hans get sick? Will Hans stay long? Will Hans get the girl he likes? Will Settembrini or Naptha win the struggle for Hans' burgeoning intellectual soul? Will Hans get sicker and die and or freakin' leave this jawn, healthy or not? Thought about handing out four stars ye olde 4.

Not really a book with many favorable female characters other than one sort of protoliberated object of Hans' lust known for slamming doors. In general, felt like a month-long vacation somewhere I often wanted to leave that nevertheless offered dramatic experiences and vistas and insight. Now I'm glad to be home -- I really look forward to reading a few quicker, easier, shorter books in a row -- but also I feel like the effort was totally rewarded, especially in the last twenty pages.

Anyway, a major mess-with-me-not weapon to wield against those who argue against the presence of ideas in fiction.

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Highly recommended to pretentious little fuckers everywhere, of any age over 30 if younger, I'd wait to read it. A note on names -- Naptha's name seems to relate to naphtha: It is a broad term covering among the lightest and most volatile fractions of the liquid hydrocarbons in petroleum.

Naphtha is a colorless to reddish-brown volatile aromatic liquid, very similar to gasoline. A Visit from the Goon Squad ; Tinkers View all 26 comments. Seekers of the controversial currents of thought in the Nineteenth Century. Impressions on my first reading of "The Magic Mountain" in Before GR I finished this over-long book and I can only say I am not prepared to read it again, even if Thomas Mann himself asked me in person. A complex book, philosophy, history and politics all mixed up with symbolism and irony.

The author plays with the perception of time and the reader loses touch with reality. A swayed main character, too much of vain discourse and little sense. I won't deny the singularity of the work, but I Impressions on my first reading of "The Magic Mountain" in I won't deny the singularity of the work, but I can't say I enjoyed it. My mind must be too plain to follow this kind of argument, I'll leave it for others to enjoy, I'll turn to something quite different.

Impressions on my second reading in After GR In spite of my headstrong resolution, when GR crossed my path, I forgot all about my self-made promises and decided to embark on a second literary journey with this novel participating in the Thomas Mann Group Reading. I have tried to write a more detailed account of my thoughts on this second reading.

The same Thomas Mann recommends to read his novel not once but twice in his afterword, comparing the experience of a second reading with the necessity of knowing a piece of music to fully appreciate each note, which will lead to a thorough enjoyment of the apparently separate movements that compose a symphony. Thomas Mann considered music as the quintessential art. The reader is painfully slowly introduced to these higher reflections through the portrayal of the life in a tuberculosis sanatorium placed at the top of a mountain in Davos where the young engineer Hans Castorp, model of the refined and educated man of the nineteenth century, visits his cousin Joachim Ziemssen for seven days.

Being helplessly drawn to the eerie allurement of this otherworldly and timeless spot, Hans ends up staying seven years instead. My main misgiving with this undeniable literary masterpiece falls upon the false impression of the story being an outstanding work of magical realism that can be drawn from its first chapters only to witness the thick veil of artifice irremediably drawn creating a blurred atmosphere almost theatrical.

Hans Castorp: Main character whose main feature is his hunger for knowledge. Joachim Ziemssen: The Italian Settembrini: My most favorite and complex character, full of inner contradictions and existential wonder.

Leo Naphta: Naptha is the fastidious voice in the story, a nostalgic of medieval order, defender of radical extremes, from totalitarian systems to anarchism or communism. He possesses great skill in dialectic and rhetoric as any consummated sophist. Russian Mme. Her Asiatic features and slanted eyes remind Hans of Pribislav Hippe, a schoolmate to whom he felt strongly attracted as a child.

The question of homosexuality or even bisexuality is most evident in the way Hans links these two characters as well as in the silent and hostile rivalry between Settembrini and Mme. Mynheer Peeperkorn: He represents the ability to feel and enjoy life intensely, conversely to the intellectualism of Naphta and Settembrini. In the end, each one of the characters, no matter the ideas they represent, have to face the mystery of time, life and death. Beauty is of little consequence. Time is the undisclosed but ever present character of the narrative.

Time, an element of music, measuring its form and structure giving rhythm and pace and climax to the written score. Time inextricably linked to life, like bodies in space, moving relentlessly towards an unavoidable destiny, highlighting the insignificance of humankind. This is a timeless classic, maybe one of the most influential pieces of written art in the twentieth century, finely formed, filled with myriad reflections of the highest order, irony and satire but, even with overflowing written musicality, the novel has failed for a second time to strike the right chord in the symphony which is eternally played in my plain but complex soul.

View all 44 comments. Ler, pelo simples prazer de apreciar uma obra que nos envolve. View all 18 comments. Feb 03, T. Whittle rated it it was amazing Shelves: I am not going to review this book in any serious or analytical way. It's been reviewed by many clever readers already, over several generations and sprawling continents. It hardly needs my support. I am just going to offer my entirely subjective comments about what a great and thoroughly enjoyable read it is.

The plot should be familiar to Western readers by now, as this classic is a century old and much discussed in literary circles. However, in case you missed out, here's the synopsis from Goo I am not going to review this book in any serious or analytical way. However, in case you missed out, here's the synopsis from Goodreads: The Magic Mountain is a monumental work of erudition and irony, sexual tension, and intellectual ferment, a book that pulses with life in the midst of death.

It took me ages to finish because I kept setting it aside to think about it and to write on colourful sticky notes, which now make my book twice as thick as it already was.

I did not want to rush through my reading, so I allowed The Magic Mountain its own space in my life, reading it only when I could give it my full attention for several hours at a stretch, to the exclusion of everything else. In honour of the "cure"and to get a feel for Hans's setting, I often spent this time on our front balcony overlooking our garden and the gentle hills that make up our town.

Alas, there were no great snows or high peaks, but it has its own kind of curative peace, nonetheless. It was necessary for me to stop reading from time to time, in order to ponder important questions, such as whether I am Team Naphta or Team Settembrini.

Just kidding! There is only one right choice, of course, and I was always on side with the passionate Humanist, despite his dogmatism and at times overbearing manner. While I felt sad for Naphta's final solution, it was rather inevitable, and I have to admit to enormous relief that our fictional Italian ideologue survived the ordeal. This has to be the best Modern novel I've read. I love that Mann took on the entire Western world and all of our human concerns -- personal, social, existential, political, natural, theological, and artistic -- as the basis for his book.

I love that he chose one rather impressionable but not overly impressive young man to be our un-heroic hero. Having said that, I must add that I believe that I thought more highly of Hans than Hans thought of himself, or perhaps than Mann thought of him.

I did not find Hans to be such an ordinary young man at all, at least not by today's standards. Perhaps young European men were typically much cleverer and more personally restrained during that era, than our average young man today?

I doubt it, though. It's fair to say that Hans is easily swayed by stronger personalities than his own. Because of this proclivity, he remains vulnerable and vacillating in his own philosophies as one who stands for nothing and so might fall for anything. Hans is not strong enough in himself to withstand peer pressure, even when he is appalled by the undertakings of those peers.

Against his own better judgment, he participates in activities that are, by his own account, distasteful and sometimes dangerous and illegal i. And yet, I admired his sense of friendship and the way that he reflected on things, trying hard to make right choices.

Mann really turns the coming-of-age tale on its head, though, as in the end, one expects Hans to be wiser, stronger, and more decisive in himself. In fact, what happens is that news of the war crashes through the protective walls of the Berghof, awakening Hans from his seven-year "enchantment" and propelling him off to battle, along with thousands of other young men. That Hans would join the war, whatever his thoughts and feelings on it which we never know , was inevitable, too.

As Settembrini says, explaining the necessity of the duel to Hans, "Whoever is unable to offer his person, his arm, his blood, in service of the ideal, is unworthy of it; however intellectualized, it is the duty of a man to remain a man" p. So, in one of the finest and most subtle ironic twists I've read, ever, Hans's "salvation" from suspended animation at the Berghof comes by way, not of his healing, or his education by learned minds, or his experience in love and death and illness all of which make up his life-but-not-life existence but by an external inescapable catastrophe.

Once again, Hans does not act upon life but reacts to it. It chooses him, as it chooses all his able-bodied peers. But of course, what we readers suspect is that it is most likely not life, but death which has chosen Hans, which has swept him off his mountain top and into its arms.

We never know for sure. This novel is subtle and yet also straightforward, with a plot that is simple to follow and yet also complex and multi-layered.

It's hilarious and serious and sometimes goes on and on about topics that make you question your devotion as a reader i.

I marvel at how any writer could write characters like these, who are each representing a particular worldview and high-flung ideals, and yet who come across as real people rather than allegorical stand-ins for human beings.

When we take our leave of each of the august personages who haunt the Berghof, we feel the loss of a relationship that mattered to us. That was my experience, anyway, as I said goodbye to Joachim, to Peeperkorn, to Claudia, and then, finally, to Settembrini and Hans himself.

It's fascinating and a bit sad to realise that many of the big topics the Europeans were grappling with a hundred years ago are still relevant today, and not only the existential ones: Clearly, we haven't resolved this yet, and it seems only to be getting worse if we judge by recent events.

I will re-read The Magic Mountain because I feel there is much to learn from it and that a second reading is not only desirable but also necessary to even begin to grasp it all. Also, I will no doubt be missing my friends at the Berghof by then. View all 6 comments. May 08, Geoff rated it it was amazing Shelves: Elsinore is everywhere. And he gazed at laughing skulls and procrastinated and made colloquies with ghosts within the walls his cliffside castle.

Hans Castorp also waits, lingers, decides not to decide, dallies with whether it is better to be or not to be, listens to his attendant spirits, weighs skulls in the palm of his hand while time pulses around him on great heights. Does the needle know, as it moves along its course, where it might be, temporally, narratively, in our opera? Or does it lose itself by being bound within and not outside of this this strange method of capturing and reading Time?

Yet we measure this boundless sea of Time as if each wave was not retreating from us and coming at us simultaneously, and so was not ungraspable- by the shore of Time sand is collected and placed into a glass funnel, it is pulled down through the hourglass by gravity and in the bottom bell of the hourglass a mountain slowly takes shape.

Fantastical things occur to people when the time is out of joint. And those living within the flux and flex of timeless time also become fantastic, phantasmal. Illness takes hold. Great stupor and great petulance infect our population at these heights. As if Time were a lung in a chest opened for us to watch, on an x-ray machine perhaps, as it expands and contracts- we are aware that each expansion and contraction is a kind of counting down for the biological organism- but for the breather, what good would counting breaths do, but become another way of ticking out individuated moments moving us closer to the final great cataclysm?

It could be nothing else, if it were to be a time novel. View all 42 comments. Apr 07, Elie F rated it it was amazing Shelves: One of my all time favorites. The magic mountain symbolizes a community detached from the flatland, the normal values, duties, history, time, indulging in its physical closeness to and spiritual longing for sickness and death. Hans Castorp, after entering into this fatigued, detached, and self-perpetuating community, became increasingly obsessed with the romanticism of sickness and death, which he considered noble.

Mann not only associated sickness death with decay, sensuality and love "all lov One of my all time favorites. Mann not only associated sickness death with decay, sensuality and love "all love is only disease transformed" , but also with knowledge and intellect, a theme also explored in Death in Venice.

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The death of Hans' cousin Joachim Ziemssen who symbolizes tradition value and duty, and asserts that opinions don't matter as long as one is a decent chap in the incredibly touching chapter A Soldier, And Brave, marked a turning point for Hans' fascination with death, revealed to him the moral seriousness of death and the strength of piety and duty against death "For two things were unmistakable: And with this—I awake.

There is a sense that this mediocre fate suits Hans Castorp well, who Mann also characterizes as mediocre, "though in an entirely honorable sense. What I especially love about it is that those binary oppositions are not clear-cut, and other themes permeate them, enrich them, and eventually shatter them. Mann reveals to us that both sides are pedagogues, and the quarrels are nothing but a battle of noise. But in the end something might out of this war: View all 9 comments.

Dec 11, Alex rated it it was ok Shelves: Eight years later he finished Magic Mountain, which proves that time is relative by making the experience of reading it last fucking forever. Here is the "plot": Young Hans Castorp has found that he doesn't enjoy having a job, or anything else about life, so when he ambles up a mountain to visit his consumptive cousin Joachim who does nothing but sit around wrapped in a blanket all day Wimps in the Mist Time is not a constant, said Einstein in , and his fellow German Thomas Mann was like whoa.

Young Hans Castorp has found that he doesn't enjoy having a job, or anything else about life, so when he ambles up a mountain to visit his consumptive cousin Joachim who does nothing but sit around wrapped in a blanket all day, he decides to stay. Wrap me up! He exists to listen to the debate Mann is really interested in: The debate may seem academic but it has dire repercussions for your life, because reading it will make you so bored.

These two bloviating asshats stand for the two sides in World War I, and the nicest thing you can say about this book is that it didn't go over super well with Nazis. They treated Mann with kid gloves for a while - he won the Nobel Prize in , after all - but he would eventually have his German citizenship revoked. He spent the rest of his life in Switzerland and America. He was an interesting dude: Castorp's love interest Clavdia Chauchat - literally "hot pussy" - is, Orlandoish, the resexed reincarnation of Castorp's youthful male love interest Pribislav.

Both of them will loan Castorp what may be the same pencil, which is as interesting as a pencil can be, which is not at all. As for God, Settembrini represents science and Naptha, the bad guy, represents religion: But Mann doesn't want you to actually take sides. They carried everything to extremes, these two His point is that any philosophy taken to extreme is false; he advocates compromise and restraint.

Anyway, the point is that Thomas Mann was interesting but his book isn't. It's so fucking boring. There are no characters and there is no plot. There are talking heads with names, but they exist only to blather at each other. Almost nothing happens. Time stretches endlessly around you as you slog through page upon page of talking and talking.

You look up and an hour has passed, but you're only four pages further on. What happened to all those minutes? Will you ever get them back? Will you emerge from reading this book like Rip Van Winkle, your child grown, your spouse dead?

But how long or short it is in actuality, no one knows. View all 35 comments. Aug 03, Hadrian rated it it was amazing Shelves: Finally read this, after several failed attempts with a truly awful translation Lowe-Porter's. I've missed out on a truly extraordinary novel for too long. The dazzling descriptions and the intricate and fiery conversations of the characters are truly amazing.

This book is a labyrinth of ideas and thoughts and definitely merits further study. Nov 29, Thomas rated it it was amazing Shelves: John Woods , and without a doubt it is among the five best works of literature that I have ever read. Covering more than densely-packed pages, it is not for the light of heart, but provides ample reward for the tenacious reader.

Part of why I found this novel so delightful was that I could closely relate to the ordeal of the protagonist, Hans Castorp, who as a young man finds himself unexpectedly confined to a hospital. In his case, he makes a trip to a sanatorium high in the Swiss Alps to visit his cousin. The patients are all receiving treatment for tuberculosis, and since most have been there for quite a long time, he finds himself in a very different culture than the "flatlands" from which he came. Just before leaving, Castorp asks for a physical exam to determine the cause of a fever which was plaguing him during his stay.

But to his disappointment, the doctor finds that he has a mild case of tuberculosis himself! Our poor hero will be staying on for much longer than three weeks he had planned, and not as a guest, but as a patient. One of the most interesting themes in the novel is the treatment of time. Far up in the mountains, completely removed from the normal iterations of daily life, time takes on a different dimension.

Each day is strictly regimented to best facilitate the recovery of patients. The residents move from bedroom, to dining hall, to outdoor "rest cure," and back, in an utterly predictable manner. Far from what one might expect, this apparent tedium does not cause time to slow down, but rather speed up, since each day is nearly indiscernible from all others.

Thus, Hans Castcorp learns, his original three week stay is hardly worth mentioning: Besides our hero, there are two other outstanding characters: Settembrini, a boisterous Italian literary humanist, and Naphta, a sharp-tonged communist Jesuit. Castorp takes on the role of student when listening to the rhetorical fireworks of these bombastic speakers.

These three men, along with a cast of other patients with tuberculosis, fill hundreds of pages of fascinating narrative and dialog. Put it on your Christmas list now!

Herkese iyi okumalar! View 2 comments. So in we have to ask: It is time to re-open the doors to the Berghotel Sanatorium Schatzalp, pull the dust sheets off the furniture, fumigate the rooms, replace the X-ray machine with an up-to-date MRI scanner and admit some brand new patients in need of medical assistance.

Who will check into our Sanatorium in ? Who is our twenty first century Hans Castorp, our Everyman of the Internet Age ready to subject himself to the pedagogic guidance of a modern day Settembrini or risk exposure to the wild ravings of a twenty first century Naphta? I have a candidate.

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A still picture of Ken Bone undergoing pedagogic instruction through his observation of a debate between a dedicated humanist and a charismatic ideologue.

We have found our new Hans Castorp for a re-opened Sanatorium but where can we find our Naphta? This is, after all, the twenty first century where science and rational thought have progressed further than even Thomas Mann might have imagined back in Where can we find a politically extreme, raving ideologue who believes in the ultimate triumph of Judeo-Christian belief over a corrupt, secular society weakened by attachment to bourgeoisie Enlightenment values such as democracy, humanism and free speech?

Surely, after having lead humanity into two world wars, such mad ideologues must be a little thin on the ground these days?

Well, apparently not. In fact they are not that uncommon at all. Here is Naphta on the primacy of divine decree over a secular state that is a manifestation of evil " This speech was made by Bannon in the Vatican during a discussion of right wing Christian movements. Naphta, as a confirmed Jesuit, would have felt quite at home at the same meeting: Steiger dubbed in German, as are several othersperhaps unexpectedly, avoids exaggerating his Mynheer Peperkorn while capturing the over-sized visions of the character.

Creo que hay varios momentos clave en esta novela. The main idea was apparently, I wonder mwnn I can write seven hundred pages where montanhs nothing happens?

We are doing well. How could it not be, there is religious discussion — in the person of two of the most interesting, most complex characters, a writer and a Jesuit, two revelers at first, who grow and dominate the scene. View all 44 comments. What I especially love about it is that those binary oppositions are not clear-cut, and other themes permeate them, enrich them, and eventually shatter them. I do not believe this novel is about anything, it is certainly not a novel of mxnn, as some critics have claimed.He tries to escape from what he, unspokenly, feels to be a morbid atmosphere.

At the conclusion of the novel, the war begins, and Castorp volunteers for the military.

Throughout the book, they discuss the philosophy of time , and debate whether "interest and novelty dispel or shorten the content of time, while monotony and emptiness hinder its passage". At the conclusion of the novel, the war begins, and Castorp volunteers for the military.

However, gradually, he loses his sense of time and place, and as if he were on Olympus or in Heaven or Eternity, his experience becomes timeless, almost dreamlike. While other reviewers don't mention it, Danse Macabre was fascinating as well. It was work enough to simply understand a sentence; unweaving his sophisticated themes and symbols was beyond my ken.

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