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I just finished Thomas Mann's debut novel "Buddenbrooks" from 1901, which chronicles several generations of the merchant family Buddenbrook during the 19th century.
The only thing of Mann's I've read before is "Magic Mountain", and I have to say that one impressed me more. On the one hand, "Buddenbrooks" is a very impressive novel - especially considering it's Mann's first - with great characterizations, an incredible eye for detail and an almost flawless narration (a few beginner's mistakes notwithstanding, such as being way too fond of his favourite jokes and so on). Sure, most of the plot lines are pure soap opera - divorces, love transcending class borders, step-siblings fighting over inheritances etc - but hell, so is Tolstoy. One obvious difference though: where Tolstoy is a romantic and his characters fall in love and are destroyed by following their hearts, Mann's characters always choose to do What's Right. They always choose to forsake true love or art and instead focus on marrying sensibly, earning money for the family company etc... and they always end up unhappy. The wage of virtue is a miserable life and a hole in the ground.
And while this is a good point to make, in combination with the extremely detailed prose (almost 700 pages of it) it also means that the novel becomes pretty... I wouldn't say boring, Mann is much too good a writer to write something boring, but repetitive. Generation after generation grow up, forsake everything for duty, and fail to find happiness. No surprises, no variations, no mysteries, no chances: all roads lead to unhappiness.
One thing that struck me is how self-contained the book is; it covers roughly 1830-1875, a very active period in European history, yet almost nothing of what happens outside the family finds its way into the novel except peripherally. Mann makes a point of hammering home how one of the characters - Antonie - learns a few things about politics as a young girl, and then repeats these over and over again for 30-odd years as if they were still the most relevant questions.
"Buddenbrooks", at least for me, ends up a quite well-constructed and well-written but not very exciting novel that, much like the huge meal of the opening scene, leaves you more than full and a little dizzy from all the beer. Some of the dishes are delicious (the second-to-last chapter, describing a day in the life of the youngest Buddenbrook, is almost magic), but as with all German food: to get to them you end up chewing a little too much pork.
3/5.
Anyone else read this?
The only thing of Mann's I've read before is "Magic Mountain", and I have to say that one impressed me more. On the one hand, "Buddenbrooks" is a very impressive novel - especially considering it's Mann's first - with great characterizations, an incredible eye for detail and an almost flawless narration (a few beginner's mistakes notwithstanding, such as being way too fond of his favourite jokes and so on). Sure, most of the plot lines are pure soap opera - divorces, love transcending class borders, step-siblings fighting over inheritances etc - but hell, so is Tolstoy. One obvious difference though: where Tolstoy is a romantic and his characters fall in love and are destroyed by following their hearts, Mann's characters always choose to do What's Right. They always choose to forsake true love or art and instead focus on marrying sensibly, earning money for the family company etc... and they always end up unhappy. The wage of virtue is a miserable life and a hole in the ground.
And while this is a good point to make, in combination with the extremely detailed prose (almost 700 pages of it) it also means that the novel becomes pretty... I wouldn't say boring, Mann is much too good a writer to write something boring, but repetitive. Generation after generation grow up, forsake everything for duty, and fail to find happiness. No surprises, no variations, no mysteries, no chances: all roads lead to unhappiness.
One thing that struck me is how self-contained the book is; it covers roughly 1830-1875, a very active period in European history, yet almost nothing of what happens outside the family finds its way into the novel except peripherally. Mann makes a point of hammering home how one of the characters - Antonie - learns a few things about politics as a young girl, and then repeats these over and over again for 30-odd years as if they were still the most relevant questions.
"Buddenbrooks", at least for me, ends up a quite well-constructed and well-written but not very exciting novel that, much like the huge meal of the opening scene, leaves you more than full and a little dizzy from all the beer. Some of the dishes are delicious (the second-to-last chapter, describing a day in the life of the youngest Buddenbrook, is almost magic), but as with all German food: to get to them you end up chewing a little too much pork.
3/5.
Anyone else read this?