The magic mountain

by Thomas Mann

Hardcover, 1992





New York : The Modern Library, 1992.


With this dizzyingly rich novel of ideas, Thomas Mann rose to the front ranks of the great modern novelists, winning the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1929. "The Magic Mountain takes place in an exclusive tuberculosis sanatorium in the Swiss Alps-a community devoted to sickness that serves as a fictional microcosm for Europe in the days before the First World War. To this hermetic and otherworldly realm comes Hans Castorp, an "ordinary young man" who arrives for a short visit and ends up staying for seven years, during which he succumbs both to the lure of eros and to the intoxication of ideas. Acclaimed translator John E. Woods has given us the definitive English version of Mann's masterpiece. A monumental work of erudition and irony, sexual tension and intellectual ferment, "The Magic Mountain is an enduring classic.… (more)

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LibraryThing member LisaCurcio
Our hero is a rather simple-minded, unassuming young man—a delicate child of life--who is ready to embark upon his career as an engineer in the family ship building business, but first goes for a three week visit to his cousin, Joachim Ziemssen who is staying at the sanatorium, Hotel Berghoff, in the Swiss Alps seeking a cure of his tuberculosis. In fact, Hans Castorp hopes that his cousin will return to the flatland with him, when he leaves. Things do not, however, turn out quite that way!

Joachim plans a military career, and he approaches the prescribed regimen as a military man—he follows it strictly. He has been told he needs another few months to be cured—he will stay those months and he will not be convinced otherwise by his cousin.

Three weeks pass—slowly or quickly? It depends on one’s perspective of the moment. Hans Castorp catches cold—an illness not allowed or recognized on the mountain. He falls in love with one of the patients during his three weeks. At the end of the three weeks he has not recovered physically or romantically. When he is diagnosed with a “moist spot” on his lung for which a stay is recommended, he quickly acquiesces.

The doctors: are they medical men or charlatans or both? The patients: are they truly ill or have they settled into life in a dream world from which they do not wish to awaken? Some die on the mountain and not even their bodies are returned to their homes. Some remain there, seemingly forever. Some come and go and return.

Seven years pass, but Hans Castorp does not know how long it has been. He follows endless philosophical debate between Herr Settembrini, the humanist and Herr Naphta, the communist. Does he learn? Does the reader learn? He is overwhelmed by Mynheer Peeperkorn, the personality. Joachim leaves and returns. Hans Castorp’s love—Clavdia Chauchat—leaves and returns. Death overcomes some of these important actors—is Hans Castorp affected? Does he change? Is he still a “delicate child of life”?

Hans Castorp finally leaves the mountain—but only because the Great War has begun. He returns to the flatland not as an engineer, but as a German foot soldier. We do not know whether he will survive to return to “normal” life.

Themes of time, music, death, naiveté, knowledge, power and, perhaps, growth are interwoven through this tale. It is not a modern novel. As a reader I at first did not like our hero, Hans Castorp. I questioned whether I should continue to read this very long book. I kept reading based upon encouragement from one who loves this work, and I was rewarded. I never liked Hans Castorp, but his story enthralled and challenged me.

Thomas Mann wrote: “Now what is there that I can say about the book itself, and the best way to read it? I shall begin with a very arrogant request that it be read not once but twice. A request not to be heeded, of course, if one has been bored at the first reading. A work of art must not be a task or an effort; it must not be undertaken against one’s will. It is mean to give pleasure, to entertain and enliven. If it does not have this effect on a reader, he must put it down and turn to something else. But if you have read “The Magic Mountain” once, I recommend that you read it twice.”

Is this book on your “ought to read” list? I recommend you try it. Then, if you finish it, I think you will be ready, as am I, to read it twice.
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LibraryThing member baswood
Melancholic Hans; a melancholic Mann

The Magic Mountain is shot through with melancholy. It is the feeling I had when I first read the book some years ago and it hit me again when I re-read it recently.

Melancholy today can be defined as a constitutional tendency to be gloomy or depressed or as feeling of thoughtful sadness. The link with depression gives a sense of demotivating or of a person locked into a syndrome where it is difficult to get out from beneath it and who sinks into despair. Thomas Mann was writing his Magic Mountain before, during and after the first world war, when the idea of melancholy had positive as well as negative aspects. It was not just sadness, sorrow and despair (although there is plenty of that in The Magic Mountain); it was tinged with sweetness, it involved the pleasure of reflection and the contemplation of what one loves or longs for. It provided an opportunity for indulgent self-reflection. Earlier during the Romantic Period melancholy was thought to be an aesthetic emotion, which could be induced by a sense of place, a desolate moor, a vast ocean or the grandeur of the mountains. These places would provide the solitude necessary for melancholy thoughts. Earlier still melancholy was seen in an even more positive light; Albrecht Durer at the dawn of the Renaissance saw it as an attitude of study by a seeker of knowledge and linked it all with alchemy.

"And every herb that sips the dew
Till old experience do attain
To something like prophetic strain
There pleasures melancholy give
And I with thee will choose to live"
(John Milton from Il Penseroso)

Hans Castorp chooses to live with his melancholy for seven years at the Berghof sanatorium and indulges himself in this most bitter-sweet emotion, like many of his fellow residents. Robert Burton in An Anatomy of Melancholy says:

"a most incomparable delight is to melancholize and build castles in the air, to go smiling to themselves acting an infinite variety of parts, which they suppose and strongly imagine they represent."

Our hero Hans Castorp an only child of a merchant family travels to the Berghof sanatorium high in the mountains and a refuge for tuberculosis sufferers. He is visiting his sick cousin Joachim, but his intended stay of three weeks lasts for seven years as the institutional life at the Berghof suits his temperament and his feelings of being unwell are diagnosed as a possible "moist spot" on his lungs. At first he is company for Joachim, but soon meets and comes under the spell of some more long term sufferers; the humanist Settembrini, the totalitarian Jesuit Leo Naphta, the god-like personality who is Mynheer Peeperkorn and last but not least the seductive Clavdia Chauchat. They along with the Director Behrens all act as pedagogues for young Hans, who develops from being a callow youth into a man of reason.

Mann creates a hothouse atmosphere in the Sanatorium and its surroundings to explore themes of illness and death, the passage of time, the nature of love and the shaping of society. There are lively debates centering on humanism, radicalism and religion. There are sexual scandals, intense nationalism leading to fistfights, horrible deaths through illness and finally the frightening summoning of a spirit from the other side. Mann is able to weave all his themes throughout this massive book and where dramatic events occur they do not interrupt the flow of his elegiac prose.

Denis Diderot in his Encyclopeadia published in 1765 has this to say about melancholics:

"Melancholics are usually sad pensive dreamers, anxious, steady in study and meditation, tolerant of cold and hunger, they have an austere face wrinkled eyebrow and a tanned complexion....they can behave like kings and emperors"

I am not to sure about the wrinkled eyebrow but this strikes me as a fair description of Hans. His life in the sanitarium is conducive to those who are prone to melancholy. The rest cures that take up huge chunks of their day provide the perfect opportunity for solitude and reflection. The proscribed walks in the magnificent mountain scenery are the perfect backdrop for sublime thoughts.

Melancholy is a recurring theme throughout the novel. Settembrini is keen to engage Hans in purposeful activity he fears that Hans will all too easily slip into a state where nothing is achieved. Director Behrens himself is prone to melancholy; after showing Hans and Joachim his paintings he gets involved in an intense dialogue with Hans about medical issues leading him to think about corruption and death, he says "I'm beginning to feel melancholy, it just comes over me you see". At the Midsummer night celebrations Hans asks himself why people are so boisterous and merry and he says to Joachim:

" Is it melancholy mirth at the high point? I'm just describing it as I see it, in the words that come to mind. Melancholy mirth and mirthful melancholy-that's the reason why theses primitives are cheering and dancing around the flames. They do it out of constructive despair....."

Hans fears being left alone on the mountain when Joachim goes, he fears he will never find his way back to the flatlands and he has these thoughts as the cousins are going down to Behrens examination room, Behrens says "Greetings boys, in a dull voice, that was a further indication of a languid mood-melancholy general resignation. Hans before his epic walk in the snow expresses his wish to be alone "Two great wishes the first and stronger was to be alone with his thoughts to 'play king' and his balcony permitted him to do that." Hans when caught in the snowstorm and in danger of being lost becomes almost delirious and Mann says "All this came from those ambiguous attacks which he fought off feebly now. The familiar blend of languor and excitement which was the constant condition of a Berghof guest" Joachim finds illness and death shrouded in melancholy and his mother Frau Ziemessen feels it too when she comes upon Hans unexpectedly during her stay at the Berghof and Mann says " she pretended to be pleasantly surprised to find him there although her surprise betrayed a certain melancholy muffled by strain and worry about Joachim.

Music was thought to be a cure for melancholy, but when the gramophone device is commandeered by Hans it only serves to enhance his moods. A certain song can stir in him deep thoughts and Mann says:

"his fate might have been different if his disposition had not been so susceptible to the charm of the emotional sphere to the universal state of mind that the song epitomised, so intensely, so mysteriously. But that same fate had brought with it enhanced adventures and insights had stirred up inside him the problem of 'playing king'"

Music cannot set Hans free from his melancholy. Towards the end of the novel we find him increasingly 'playing king'. His melancholy, his experiences on the mountain and his role of pupil to some influential pedagogues have made him into the person that he has become. Even Joachim's ghastly apparition cannot shock him out of his demeanor. He is no longer physically sick if he ever was; Behrens as good as said so when Joachim made his wild departure and so all that is keeping Hans there is Hans himself and a feature of the melancholic is the enjoyment of their melancholy. External events play an increasing part in the novel, it is set in the period leading up to the first world war. preparations for the war finally have an impact on the relatively closed world of the Berghof and people start to leave in droves, there is frantic activity and Mann says of Hans:

"He saw that the enchantment was broken, that he was released set free - not by his own actions as he had to admit to his shame, but set free by elementary external forces, for whom his liberation was a very irrelevant matter."

Thomas Mann was writing the novel before and during the aftermath of the 1914-18 war. Writing is a lonely occupation and some writers are prone to melancholy. it is interesting to surmise whether Mann's emotional state seeped into The Magic Mountain. Whatever did seep into this book has made it one of the most unique and rewarding reading experiences. It is incomparable and indeed magic and I hope to be able to read it again some time in the future, when I feel in need of that bitter-sweet melancholy experience and a resolution to grapple with issues of life and death explored so majestically.
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LibraryThing member MeditationesMartini
This book was daunting to me, expansive, uncompleted (by me, not the author) in a way that I've never really experienced before, not even in say War and Peace or Ulysses. Hans Castorp, sort of a bourgeois German cross between Candide and Woody from Cheers, goes to visit his cousin Joachim Ziemssen for three weeks at the sanatorium in Davos in 1907. Seven years and the whole world pass, and Hans encounters the enervating society of the sickies' club, where less and less matters less and less. Where the last things to go are your own comfort, your flirtations, and the fluctuations of your body and brain--and it occurs to me to wonder whether the analysis comparing the Magic Mountain to the Ivory Tower, or, like, the Castro in 1975, or even the "we fixed Victoria" scene in 2004.

Hans is educated, and encounters the wide and sociopathic world of Europolitics pre-WWI, and I suppose there's a certain amount of presentism in this on Mann's part, but Herr Settembrini is one of the best, most heroic "good teachers" I can think of in literature (without being lionized, as those guys often are), and Herr Naphta is as memorable as a serpent. Assailant!

Hans Castorp falls in love, and I think doing the whole wooing scene in French is a cute conceit. I see with relief that the newer translation I bought has it in English--I'm sure I'll get to it, especially since Mann recommends reading the book twice. Like music, you need to come back to it to hear the texture. Really you should read every good book twice.

And you are enchanted and intoxicated and exhausted and start to feel like you too may have a spot on your lung, or at least like staying up reading in a cold basement can't be the best for your health. And then you think, what the hell, the magic mountain! I don't think like that! But it is nice, like hanging up your hat and brushing off your jacket every time you come in from the cold, getting all set in your fur sack and going back out into it for an extended stay,but with a tiny heissschokolade this time. When the real magic happens, it's wonderful but almost a distraction. I will visit the Berghof again, as sure as I will the real "hier in oben."
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LibraryThing member ElenaDanielson
Thomas Mann warns the reader in the beginning that "Der Zauberberg" will not be a quick read. But he promises to entertain. It took me five months to read in small bites. Like many readers, I often felt it went on too long, but that is part of the point Mann is making about the nature of time. And in the end he does entertain with an array of engagingly eccentric characters that come and go in the life of the Sanatorium. Once I finished the book, I missed them, and they came back to haunt me.

Not sure how to write a review of Der Zauberberg with something of value added to what others have written. Other reviews have included the important plot elements and themes. All pretty monumental: the relativity of time, illness as metaphor, life and death, civilian life vs. military duty, forebodings of catastrophe, repressed desire, liberal humanism, revolutionary philosophy, East vs. West, Apollonian vs Dionysian world views, music as a dangerous influence, paranormal experiences, dreams and visions as a special reality, it's all in there. Einstein, Freud, and Marx all get a workout, without the names ever being mentioned. So instead of a comprehensive review, a few details perhaps:

Mann loves the new technologies becoming available in the early 20th century. His intensely detailed and poetic description of an ordinary record player is enchanting even today after it has been superseded by newer technology. And he loves the concentric grooves of the record itself. Later I saw a photograph of him watching a record play,and his whole body language shows how he is entranced. His family called him "Der Zauberer", the magician. But his magic was possible because he himself is susceptible to the magic in ordinary things.

And what he does with ordinary x-rays, never using the common German word based on the name of the inventor Roentgen. It's Lichtbild, or some other substitute identification. Hans Castorp is horrified and enchanted by the process of looking into the body and seeing the heart. Castorp treasures an x-ray of the lungs of the woman he loves. That's a bit creepy, and adds to the erotic Venusberg mood of the mountain top hospital.

I think Mann may have studied the savage news photos coming out of World War I. They were circulated widely not just in newspapers, but as millions of postcards with scenes of battlefields and destruction. I have no documentation that Mann was fascinated by them, just a little internal evidence. There is a fleetingly weird and incongruent glimpse of cannibalism in one of Castorp's otherwise idyllic visions when he is dazed out in the snow. Disturbing photos of cannibalism were circulated after the Russian Revolution, part of an attempt to solicit international aid. And the concluding scene of the novel seems based on these postcard depictions of battlefields, and possibly early documentary film footage.

Nature has its magic: the snow storm is the favorite scene for most reviewers. For me the waterfall scenes are the most beautiful, and the waterfall plays a role at several pivotal moments: when newly arrived Castorp has a nosebleed by the waterfall and decides he must be ill somehow too. When Peeperkorn delivers a rant no one can hear because of the noise of the rushing water, but it doesn't matter that no one understands, because his words never make sense anyway...but the rant precedes his suicide.

Beyond the weird magic of ordinary things and the spell cast by nature, there is the entertaining magic of different personalities. Each character seems to have an attribute like classic gods and Catholic saints. Marusja, the woman that Castorp's cousin is in love with, is always giggling into an orange-scented handkerchief. Frau Stoerr mutters one malapropism after another, to great effect. Castorp's love interest, Clawdia Chauchat has a number of attributes: poorly manicured hands, letting doors slam, touching the back of her head to smooth her hair. He is initially put off by these characteristics, and gradually they become part of her seductive charm. Mann plays with these attributes, setting little traps that spring shut later in the story. When his beloved Clawdia returns, Castorp anticipates hearing the door to the dining room slam behind her, but for once it doesn't. She's accompanied by a new lover, Peeperkorn, who holds the door for her. The non-slam ushers in the dramatic confrontation between the two men, leading to the lover's suicide, Clawdia's second departure, and Castorps recovery from an imaginary illness.

Mann plays constantly with language. Ordinary words are introduced and then recombined in extraordinary ways. Rest treatments are a Liegekur, two common words made into something odd. Joachim is obsessed with military duty, and his attribute is devotion to military service or Dienst. Out of this Mann comes up with Liegedienst...obligation to rest at designated times. Ordinary things start to seem weird, and odd things seem to be accepted reality. Some kind of alienation. He likes to take the common term for something and translate it root by root into German, so he doesn't use Psychoanalyse, instead he writes Seelenzergliederung...again alienation and a bit of magic.

Once I finished the book, reality started to look a bit unreal. Ordinary things took on abstract meaning, even getting a fever seemed like a moral question that required extensive examination. And I can hear Settembrini and Naphta commenting on the things I buy at the grocery store. These unreal characters have taken on a life of their own off the page.
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LibraryThing member Widsith
You’re faced with a daunting task when you try to talk about The Magic Mountain – there are so many threads that to pull on one seems unfair to the others. For some it’s a meditation on time, for others it’s the foundational ‘sick-lit’ masterpiece; it’s an allegory of pre-First World War Europe, say one group of supporters; not at all, argue others, it’s a parody of the Bildungsroman tradition.

And yet despite the profusion of themes and ideas, this is a supremely contained book. ‘Insular’ you might almost say, were the etymology not so inappropriate; perhaps ‘hermetically sealed’ is better (and indeed that becomes an important phrase in the text). The world of this novel is a closed one, or so at least it appears – sealed off from reality, with its own rules, its own time, its own space. The extent to which the characters here can interact with the ‘real’ world is something they have to discover themselves through the book’s seven-hundred-plus pages.

The plot can be disposed of in a single statement: that a young engineer called Hans Castorp takes a three-week visit to see his cousin in a Swiss sanatorium and ends up staying for seven years. This is not a novel of events, but a novel of ideas. (The main idea was apparently, I wonder if I can write seven hundred pages where literally nothing happens?)

At first the set-up seems to anticipate the whole imprisoned-in-a-medical-facility trope that has subsequently become familiar – as Hans gets sucked into the routine, and gradually diagnosed with problems of his own that prevent his leaving, I was picking up on a vague One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest vibe, and I also found myself thinking of the Alpine clinic scenes from On Her Majesty’s Secret Service or even the Timothy Cavendish bits of Cloud Atlas.

But the danger here is more subtle. The staff are friendly and accommodating (despite a sense that ‘above and behind [the Director] stood invisible forces’); you can leave for a trip into town, or even discharge yourself, whenever you wish. To paraphrase The Eagles, you can check out anytime you like, but you can never discount the possibility of a tubercular relapse forcing you to return with a collapsed lung. The patients claim they want to get out, but their attitude, in reality, is much more ambiguous. There’s a brilliant moment where Hans rails against the surroundings a little too much, and the director of the sanatorium calls his bluff with a quick examination:

When he was done, he said, ‘You may leave.’

Hans Castorp stammered, ‘You mean…but how can that be? Am I cured?’

‘Yes, you’re cured […]. As far as I’m concerned, you may leave.’

‘But, Director Behrens. You’re not really serious, are you?’

And suddenly we realise that Hans does not want to leave at all. He doesn’t want to go back to the responsibilities and expectations of his engineering job; here, in the sanatorium, he has freedom – freedom, and also a certain license in behaviour granted to the sick.

This is what lies behind the book’s treatment of time, and why the narrator can refer to the story as a Zeitroman, a ‘time-novel’. The inhabitants are in some sense degraded by being there, but they also cherish their privileged status, exempt from the world’s calendar. One character speaks of the sanatorium as an ‘isle of Circe’; it is a ‘life without time’, where the ‘true tense of all existence is the “inelastic present”’ (ausdehnungslose Gegenwart). In such an environment, there is a tendency for ideas, ideologies, dogma, to clash together unmediated – and also, conversely, for petty jealousies, flirtations and sexual desires to be unnaturally heightened.

Indeed this must be one of the most sexual novels ever written to involve so little actual sex. Everything is sublimated into various social conventions, so that Hans’s quasi-relationship with his mysterious fellow patient Clavdia Chauchat is initiated when he asks to borrow a pencil, and a climactic instance of sexual union is described, adorably, as a moment when ‘the use of informal pronouns achieved its full meaning’.

Psychoanalytic critics have had a field-day with the pencil-lending, not least because it reminds Hans of his homoerotic feelings for a childhood friend. But what makes the book truly Freudian in a less trivial sense is its close examination of the links between sex and death, eros and thanatos. One of my favourite chapters is the section called ‘Research’, where Hans stays up all night reading books about anatomy and biochemistry and feeling intimations of mortality mixed with a vague horniness. Life is imagined as ‘a secret, sensate stirring in the chaste chill of space’ – ‘matter blushing in reflex’ – while evolution is ‘the quintessence of sensuality and desire’, stirred into action ‘by reeking flesh’. Gazing out over the nighttime Alpine landscape, Hans sees only a cosmic, naked (female) human body:

The night of its pubic region built a mystic triangle with the steaming pungent darkness of the armpits, just as the red epithelial mouth did with the eyes, or the red buds of the breast with the vertically elongated navel.

(This whole virtuoso section reminded me of university, spending all night poring over textbooks while trying to manage teenage hormones.)

So much for the metaphysical games, the grand narrative theories. I’d expected something of the sort just from the novel’s reputation. What I had not expected – and it came as a very pleasant surprise – was to find that The Magic Mountain is a comic novel. In fact the more I think about it, the more convinced I am that it’s this tone that lifts it, for me, into the first rank. Apart from anything else, it’s so important for the reader that they have some counterpoint to the grandiose theories so many of the characters want to expound upon, and Mann provides exactly that through the endearing character of Hans himself, our ‘thoroughly unpretentious’, ‘unheroic hero’. High-minded comments – and there are many – are rarely allowed to stand without an invitation for us to smile at them:

‘Did you know that the great Plotinus is recorded to have said that he was ashamed to have a body?’ Settembrini asked, and with such earnest expectation of an answer that Hans Castorp found himself forced to admit that this was the first he had heard of it.

Later, after a similarly earnest apophthegm from another character, we are allowed to eavesdrop on Hans's thought process: ‘Well, there’s a Delphic remark for you,’ he says to himself. ‘And if you purse your lips tight after delivering it, that will certainly intimidate everyone for a bit.’ In fact even when Hans is the one delivering the sententiousness, he can’t take himself very seriously:

‘There are so many different kinds of stupidity, and cleverness is one of the worst. Hello! Why, I think I’ve just coined a phrase, a bon mot. How do you like it?’

(‘Very much,’ comes the deadpan reply. ‘I cannot wait for your first collection of aphorisms.’) Without these ironic shifts in register, the book would still be fascinating but it would be monotone: with them, the effect is almost orchestral.

Such things are brought out especially well by John E Woods in his 1996 translation, an improvement on the old 1927 Lowe-Porter version in every way. Lowe-Porter, it has been said, succeeded in translating the novel into German, and having tried the first few pages of her translation I admit I found it almost unreadable. I had to order the Woods from the US, but it was worth it, despite the godawful cover and font design used by Vintage, and passing over also the Americanisms scattered through the text (catercorner being perhaps the most jarring; Woods also silently amends the patients’ temperatures from Celsius to Fahrenheit!).

Towards the end of the book, we finally suspect that Mann is pushing us beyond the ‘hyperarticulate’ arguments and towards real-world applications of these theories – to ‘leave logomachy behind’, as the narrator says at one point. The final couple of pages of this book move for the first time beyond Davos, to show us the Western Front – and we realise with a terrific jolt that it is 1914 and time has not stopped moving after all. Suddenly we appreciate the full importance of the novel’s investigation into how love and life can be made to emerge from death.

But now I am in danger of just rephrasing the book’s final lines in less felicitous language. Suffice to say that the whole mountainous project comes together in the climax, and it all ends, characteristically, in a question mark. Readers today may be better-placed than they wish to supply the answers.
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LibraryThing member traumleben
It took me half the summer to plow through this book, but I'm glad I stuck with it. I wouldn't call it a "page turner", but the varied themes and uncertain lives of the characters make it a difficult book to abandon. Mann's characters are residents of a sanitarium in Switzerland, some of whom are essentially permanent residents while others wash in and out during different parts of the book. The guests of the sanitarium are identified by nationality and characterized by their myriad illnesses. In a way, they're loosely representative of "sick old Europe" before the first World War, each person with their own personality, philosophies and alliances. Amid the romances, friendships and acquaintances, the main character, Hans Castorp, explores the meaning of time and perception of its passage; he grapples with the concept of honor in his interactions with the other guests, but more acutely as he compares himself to his cousin who has committed himself to a military life. His seven year stay provides time for a tremendous amount of introspection. Other philosophical issues surface throughout, namely through the discussions of two intellectuals (a German mystic and an Italian anarchist). Magic Mountain is a dense tapestry and really merits reading more than once, but it's going to sit on the shelf for awhile before I heed my own recommendation.… (more)
LibraryThing member Autodafe
One of the most intellectually stimulating novels about the Fin Du Siecle period I have ever read. The exchanges between Herrs Naphta and Settembrini are brilliant.
LibraryThing member emily_morine
Lately I've been reveling in Claire's and Frances's thoughts on In Search of Lost Time; they're bringing back to me the lovely, leisurely quality of Proust's prose, and sorely tempting me to re-read. But if, for the moment, I'm going to resist venturing again into the adolescent misadventures of Marcel and Albertine, Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain makes an interesting companion study. Never since Proust, for one thing, have I come across a novel so delightfully obsessed with the human perception of time. But whereas In Search of Lost Time concerns itself largely with memory - with the schematic memories that become dulled and unreal through the machinations of habit, and with the unexpected details that bring true memory back to us in all its vividness and life - The Magic Mountain is preoccupied with our fluid perceptions of current time. In his narrative of one Hans Castorp's unexpectedly prolonged stay at a tuberculosis sanatorium in the Swiss Alps, Mann pays careful attention to the supple, subtle ways in which time flexes and compresses under our feet:

A great many false ideas have been spread about the nature of boredom. It is generally believed that by filling time with things new and interesting, we can make it "pass," by which we mean "shorten" it; monotony and emptiness, however, are said to weigh down and hinder its passage. This is not true under all conditions. Emptiness and monotony may stretch a moment or even an hour and make it "boring," but they can likewise abbreviate and dissolve large, indeed the largest units of time, until they seem nothing at all. Conversely, rich and interesting events are capable of filling time, until hours, even days, are shortened and speed past on wings; whereas on a larger scale, interest lends the passage of time breadth, solidity, and weight, so that years rich in events pass much more slowly than do paltry, bare, featherweight years that are blown before the wind and are gone. What people call boredom is actually an abnormal compression of time caused by monotony - uninterrupted uniformity can shrink large spaces of time until the heart falters, terrified to death.

As Hans Castorp abandons himself to the uniformity of life at the Sanatorium Berghof, where time is never measured in units smaller than the month and a casual three-week visit can easily stretch into a life-altering sojourn of seven years, he experiences both this compression of time, and the fluid lack of certainty that comes with the unobserved passage of years. In this comfortable, cosmopolitan, yet hermetically sealed mountain environment, far above the bustle of the "flatlands," breathing in air that "had neither odor nor moisture nor content, that evoked no memories," he loses track of how long his stay has become. He even takes to saying "yesterday" when he means "a year ago," and "tomorrow" for "next year." Each time he sits down to one of the Sanatorium's lavish meals (and there are five of them every day), he has the eerie sensation that no time has passed at all since the last one: "once he sat down it would be as if he had never stood up." He finds himself in a state of mental suspended animation, despite the fact that he continues to move around, conduct conversations and love affairs, and despite the gathering world conflicts whose effects can be felt even at the cloistered sanatorium.

Because another thing that connects In Search of Lost Time and The Magic Mountain is the First World War, which interrupted the composition of both works, and looms large in the retrospective vision of the second. Mann's novel was begun in 1912, radically expanded and revised after 1918, and published in 1924, although it's set during the escalating hostilities that led to World War I. Whereas the War seems like little more than a footnote in Proust, it casts a sinister allegorical light over the whole of The Magic Mountain. The impression of a narcissistic Europe, detached from the catastrophic reality toward which it is careening, blissfully taking its collective temperature and gazing at its collective navel, is brilliantly communicated via the antics of the Berghof guests. The civilians are ignorant and self-absorbed, easy prey for any passing fad, and the soldiers (like Hans Castorp's cousin Joachim Zeimssen) just want to do battle, with no regard for the justice or injustice of any particular war. The intellectuals, represented by the self-proclaimed humanist Settembrini and the medievalist totalitarian Naphta, are hopelessly confused in their labyrinthine arguments: the humanist seems to believe in eugenics in the name of progress and war with Austria in the name of a united world, whereas the religious man advocates communistic terrorism in the service of God. The sanatorium director seems by turns melancholic and crass, concerned mainly with "puffing" the reputation of the place and retaining his bevy of pan-European guests (one hardly ever hears of a patient released from the place as cured). Mann's cuttingly ironic narrative voice, which I found hilarious as well as sobering, takes careful aim at the ridiculous in everyone, whether it be Hans Castorp's unthinking bourgeois triviality,

"I don't understand," Hans Castorp said. "I don't understand how someone can not be a smoker - why it's like robbing oneself of the best part of life, so to speak, or at least of an absolutely first-rate pleasure. When I wake up I look forward to being able to smoke all day, and when I eat, I look forward to it again, in fact I can honestly say that I actually only eat so that I can smoke, although that's an exaggeration, of course. But a day without tobacco - that would be absolutely insipid, a dull, totally wasted day. And if some morning I had to tell myself, there's nothing left to smoke today, why I don't think I'd find courage to get up, I swear I'd stay in bed."

or Settembrini's bizarrely tainted idealism:

As technology brought nature increasingly under its control, he said, by creating new lines of communication - developing networks of roads and telegraph lines - and by triumphing over climatic conditions, it was also proving to be the most dependable means by which to bring nations closer together, furthering their knowledge of one another, paving the way for people-to-people exchanges, destroying prejudices, and leading at last to the universal brotherhood of nations. The human race had come out of darkness, fear, and hate, but now it was moving forward and upward along a shining road toward a final state of understanding, inner illumination, goodness, and happiness - and technology was the most useful vehicle for traveling that road...But to achieve this goal, it was necessary above all to strike at the Asiatic principle of bondage and obduracy at its vital center point, at the very nerve of resistance - in Vienna. One must deal a fatal blow to Austria and crush her, first to avenge past wrongs and second to open the way for the rule of justice and happiness on earth.

I think the last two quotes give a good idea of the humor and elegance of Mann's prose, which made this novel a delicious reading experience for me and helped me through some of the denser philosophical passages. And despite the ridiculousness of the characters, there is also much in them that's likable. They are almost deliriously irrational, but Mann makes it clear that they live in an irrational world - how else can they react? How is one to "choose life," to be life-affirming and constructive, in a Europe veering wildly yet nonchalantly toward meaningless destruction? Settembrini repeatedly argues that Hans Castorp ought to leave the sanatorium, to return to "real life" down below, and that choosing to stay in the artificial protection of the sanatorium is choosing to glorify death and illness. And yet is Castorp's final departure, heading for trenches as the war finally erupts, a choice of life? The final battlefield scene evokes perhaps more life and more death, more strong feeling and more ambiguity, than any other part of the novel. Which is perhaps only appropriate.

There were moments when, as you "played king," you saw the intimation of a dream of love rising up out of death and this carnal body. And out of this worldwide festival of death, this ugly rutting fever that inflames the rainy evening sky all round - will love someday rise up out of this, too?
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LibraryThing member thorold
Hans visits his cousin in a TB sanatorium. 1000 pages later he's still there when the Great War breaks out.

That's arguably all you really need to know about this book, if you haven't read it, and it was pretty much all I remembered from the first time I read it (quite some time ago). Mann himself encourages readers to read it twice. More than twice would probably be better, but there are limits to how many times you can plough through a work this long. I certainly hope it won't be my last time...

So what is it really about? As usual with Mann, you can take your pick. It's a book with a lot of discussions of serious political and philosophical topics, with characters who explicitly argue for and are obviously meant to represent abstract principles and schools of thought, but it's also a book full of apparently trivial superficial detail about the everyday life of the sanatrium. The international clientele of the sanatorium is obviously sometimes parodying the clumsy process by which Edwardian/Wilhelmite Europe lurched towards war, but at other times the symbolism is more existential than political, as the patients step back from the real world to flirt with the seductive attractions of illness and death.

Basically, it's a book where you can find just about anything discussed to just about any depth, with no apparent rule to fix how much analysis should go on - say - the best way of wrapping yourself in blankets, as opposed to the utility of revolutions, the physics of the gramophone, the history of Freemasonry, or tonight's menu. Endlessly fascinating, occasionally infuriating (no-one but Mann could take over a hundred words to tell us that a record was the last act of Verdi's Aida), always magnificent.

(This was my 1000th review on LibraryThing!)
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LibraryThing member DeltaQueen50
he Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann is a sprawling, dense epic written in 1924. Set in a Swiss tuberculosis sanatorium prior to WW I it has been labelled a modern classic, a comedy of manners and an allegory of pre-world war bourgeois Europe. While not a difficult read, I found it hard to absorb the story as I spent a lot of time puzzling out the author’s hidden meanings.

The main character, Hans Castorp, a naive young engineer, travels to the International Sanatorium Berghof high in the Swiss Alps to visit his ailing cousin, Joachim. What was intended as a stay of three weeks stretches into months, and then years as Hans himself is diagnosed with tuberculosis. I never quite grasped whether Hans really was ill, or whether he pushed himself into the illness in order to fit in with the assorted residents. Hans seemed to glorify in his status and revel in his diagnosis, he embraces the many rituals of tuberculosis – the thermometer readings, the rest cures, the x-rays which give credence to the book being called sick-lit as it portrays illness as a state of mind as well as body.

Between these medical rituals, Hans find himself questioning long-held notions of honour and mortality and has many searching philosophical conversations with his cousin and other residents. This is a book that expresses ideas and touches on many themes such as the meaning and passing of time as well as life, death, love, progress, society morals, and the effect of war. While I thought that the sanatorium represented civilization and the mountain as the scale that humanity must mount in order for civilization to work, it was still difficult to absorb all the ideas expressed within the books’ pages. The author wisely keeps the story from becoming overly grim by adding touches of humor that helped to lighten the narrative. Another point that became obvious is that the author was relishing exposing the entire idea of sanatoriums as places where the doctors were more concerned about making money from their rich and well-to-do patients than in curing them.

The Magic Mountain is a book that many say needs to be read twice in order to fully absorb the details but for me, once will have to be enough and although I didn’t fully grasp the complex meanings, I can see that it is a descriptive and eloquent book of ideas that would most definitely reveal different aspects with each read.
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LibraryThing member jwhenderson
When thinking of The Magic Mountain and Hans Castorp, the young protagonist of the novel, I cannot help but consider the loss of innocence resulting from Hans' gradually increasing knowledge. As he learns from discussions with Settembrini and Naphta he gradually grows into a young man of some little wisdom. His questions and speculations mirror our own and his world, upon leaving the sanatorium, becomes a mirror for ours. Who is our Mephistopheles?… (more)
LibraryThing member labrick
This book follows the story of Hans Castorp from his opulent, although fractured, early life through his stay at a Swiss sanatorium reserved mostly for tubercular patients. His main companion during and after his acclimatization to this other-worldly center for the infirm is his cousin Joachim, an ambitious and reserved military man whose only mission is to return to the “flatlands” and continue his career. Stays at the Berghof Sanatorium are lengthy, to say the least: “the shortest measurement of time is the month”. Joachim, a resident for six months before Hans arrives, explains the regimented daily routine and odd etiquette that exists in Berghof. Although there are many other colorful guests, the patients remain relatively isolated, even from each other. This makes Joachim and Hans’s relationship all the more important throughout the book.

The book has many sub-stories (not subplots): little vignettes that add to the subject matter, but have no real bearing on the main story. This shouldn’t be taken to mean that these tangents are strictly diversionary and ultimately damaging to the continuity of the story, some are immensely insightful and complementary.

Time, or the perception of time, being a major them throughout the book, it should be noted that at Berghof, where every day is like the next, time does not exist. Hans notes that “The scholastics of the Middle Ages claimed to know that time is an illusion . . . and that the true state of things is a permanent now.” This idea of timelessness and its relationship to eternity are central to the theme of this book. In addition to this idea of eternity, Hans and other characters are constantly referring to the two main doctors by names that are associated with mythical gods that judge the dead. There are heavy undertones of existentialism and transcendentalism throughout: whole segments of inner dialogue that Hans calls “playing king” (Ex.“For the sake of goodness and love, man shall grant death no dominion over his thoughts.”). This philosophizing is what I found most intriguing about the book, not the interpersonal struggles that occurred in the closed environment of the sanatorium.

Although very interesting and thought provoking at times there is some redundancy in the book that is unnecessary; the author could have just stated that life at the sanatorium was monotonous. There are also large sections devoted to debates between Hans’s two polarized “pedagogues” (opinionated intellectuals who are also patients) that become tedious and tend to obfuscate. Understandably, these characters are essential to the struggle of opposing viewpoints, but the subject matter tends to become purely theoretical and trite. One final negative point about the book is that different languages are used throughout. Luckily I read the newest version that translated much of the non-English text, but I now have a couple bookmarked translation websites because of this book. Unless you have a working knowledge in French, Italian, German, Latin, and Spanish, you will find yourself translating at least small sections of text every couple of pages; not to mention that you will most likely be using the English dictionary quite a bit as well.

Obviously an extremely intelligent person, hence the Pulitzer, Mann provided something for me to take away from the read. Although this is true, I’m sorry to say that I’ve gleaned much more from books with less pretention and girth. I was originally drawn to this book because I had read some by Hermann Hesse and was looking for other German authors. Although this is the best, and only, “time novel” I have read (the author labels it that within the book), I found Steppenwolf to be a far superior book as it relates to personal introspection and the polarity of ethics. This epic should be a ways down your list of books to read. If you really want to read Thomas Mann, try Death in Venice and then give this book a shot.
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LibraryThing member neurodrew
The Magic Mountain
Thomas Mann
Sunday, December 30, 2012

This is really a mountain of a book, about 725 pages in the Franklin Library edition I read. It became difficult as page after page was philosophical argument, but I could not stop reading it because I became so interested in the characters and their fates. Mann describes a tuberculosis sanitarium in Switzerland, and as I judge it by the ending at the onset of world war one, from 1907 to 1914. There is satire and implied criticism of the management of these places, but the main theme is how a young man is persuaded to set aside striving for the continued comforts of the sanitorium. The second theme is death; several characters die, two by suicide, and the protagonist, Hans Castorp was twice and orphan, fascinated by the deathbed and funeral, to the point of instituting visits to the dying. The details of the medical procedures, including constant fever charting, resting in cold air, rib resections, laryngeal and skin tuberculosis, pneumothorax and pulmonectomy were all fascinating for a physician. I don’t know if it was ever true that the mountain air and rest effected more cures than continuation of ordinary life, but it seemed this was accepted knowledge. The two intellectuals, Setembrini and Naphta, argue about communism and liberty incessantly, going on for pages in the novels with so many assertions and twisted logic that I could not tell if these were serious positions, or satire. The end of the Hans Castorp’s story was disappointing, and it seemed that Madame Chauchat disappeared without leaving an impression on him. I would recommend this for a long voyage, since it is a voyage to a mythical place.… (more)
LibraryThing member MargaritaMorris
I first read this book as a Modern Languages undergraduate at Oxford back in the late 1980s and, amazingly, I actually managed to plough through it in German. I remember a tutorial on it where my German tutor, who was something of a maverick, described it as, "A ***** boring book!" I've since read it a couple of times in English and it beats me how I managed to make head or tail of it in German because it's hard enough reading it in translation. Anyway, I have to disagree with my late tutor (rest his soul) that this book is boring, but it is quite heavy going in places.
The basic idea is quite simple - Hans Castorp, who is a regular German guy, arrives at this sanatorium to visit his cousin Joachim who is suffering from consumption. Hans thinks he's just going to pay his cousin a short visit but he soon discovers that maybe he's not as fit as he thought he was and ends up as a patient there himself. The sanatorium is full of unusual characters who Hans gradually meets and there is a strong comic element to the narrative. Hans falls in love with a Russian woman and the only language they share is French. They have a long conversation at one point which is entirely in French and which is not translated. There are also lots of earnest philosophical debates between the humanist Settembrini and the Marxist Naphta. As for what the book is actually about, that's a tough question. Possibly the book is a metaphor for the state of Europe in the early 20th Century. The book is certainly a melting pot exploring life, love, death, music, illness, politics and philosophy. It's a book of ideas with moments of humour and pathos.
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LibraryThing member zip_000
I've just read some of the reviews for this book, which I just finished reading earlier this week. It's interesting to note that the book is the sort, at least for me, that requires one to finish and digest a bit before its qualities really begin to come out. I initially gave it only 3 and a half stars, but some of the other reviews convinced me to bump it up to 4 stars (not that stars matter at all)

"The Magic Mountain" took me much longer to read than anything in recent memory. I've read the first four volumes of Proust's "In Search of Lost Time" and also Joyce's "Ulysses" recently, and they were really smooth sailing (and much more enjoyable) when compared to this one. While reading, I found the book variously boring, obvious, and pedantic. After about the half way point - I'd guess close to the introduction of Naptha, the novel got much more interesting. But then the end seemed to tack on several completely unnecessary chapters. I understand that the Peeperkorn character probably represents the decay of culture, but it just seemed superfluous to be. Also, the several sections which were essentially just reviews or critiques of musical selections were, I think, tediously unnecessary.

I've read two other of Mann's novels: "Death in Venice" and "Doctor Faustus," and I liked both of those quite a bit better. There were certainly some very good sections in "The Magic Mountain." I especially enjoyed the skiing incident; I also appreciated the romance in the novel - I appreciated that it ultimately was not the point.
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LibraryThing member Stormrose
Well, this is a short book! I'm joking, of course, because it's about 850 some pages long...and worth every one of them.
When I started reading it, I was in a very "this is a serious book and ought to be approached as such" mindset; but fortunately, the novel beat that out of me, which was good - or else I would not have appreciated it half as much. Yes, it is a serious novel, but it's also a fun novel, an interesting novel, a hilarous novel (what else to a say in a story where characters lie about how high their fever is to get respect?). The plot can be described in two sentences: Young man goes to a sanitorium. Young man gets stuck in sanitorium: brilliance ensues. The cast of characters is fantastic, from the lewd, but strangely sexy and sophisticated Frau Chauchat, to the perfect military cousin Joaquim (who comes back in a seance later), and the director, who probably has tuberculosis himself). Readings this book, you start to wonder if anyone DOESN'T have tuberculosis - it seems that once you get onto the mountain, the atmosphere sucks you in, and you develop the disease just to avoid leaving! And the atmosphere is incredibly thick and powerful, we readers are sucked into it as much as the hero Hans is.I've never read a novel as obsessed - and as intelligent in its obsession - with time as this one, which not only philosophizes on time, but also applies that philosophy in the structure of the novel itself - more than half of the novel takes place during the first year, and the next six get progressively less time.
What else to say about this book? A book where the attraction is expressed in terms of anatomy: " derived from and perfected by substances awakened to lust via means unknown, by decomposing and composing organic matter itself, by reeking flesh."
The beauty of sickness: " There was something perfectly delighful and enjoyable about a tickle in the depths of your chest, that got worse and worse until you reached down deep for it, squeezing and pressing to let it have its way."
Perhaps what this book is about is living life in the constant presence of death, and the way it's written, this seems almost like a good thing.
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LibraryThing member pamelad
Hans Castorp, a conventional young middle-class man from Hamburg, has finished his engineering studies and is feeling run down, so he decides to make a three-week visit to his cousin Joachim who is undergoing treatment in a tuberculosis sanitarium in the Swiss mountains. The head of the sanitarium, the Hofrat, finds a moist spot on Hans' lung, and a slightly raised temperature, and advises that he stay a few months until it is cured, but the spot remains moist, the temperature remains high, and Hans stays on, never really ill, but never quite well. Perhaps the Hofrat is drumming up business; perhaps Hans prefers the ease and luxury of the sanitarium to work and responsibility; perhaps Hans genuinely has TB. Hans' stay stretches to seven years, ending with the outbreak of WWI.

The sanitarium is many things. It is a microcosm of pre-war Europe, with patients from many countries; a sanctuary, a place remote from the troubles of the real world; a hospital, where tuberculous patients seek treatment to postpone their early deaths; a resort, where the young patients seek entertainment and excitement. Hans becomes more and more attached to life in the sanitarium, and to a fellow patient, the sensuous Russian Mme Chauchat, and begins to cut the ties with his former life.

Hans arrives at the sanitarium an indolent, thoughtless young man, whose unexamined opinions are those of his upbringing. During his sojourn on the mountain he is introduced to other ideas, and learns to think for himself. Settembrini, a fellow-patient, lectures to Hans on his philosophy of humanism, and urges Hans to leave the passivity of the sanitarium and return to an active life in the real the world. Naphta, a Jewish Jesuit, preaches a philosophy of disengagement with life, where illness and death are to be desired and the flesh mortified. The long philosophical arguments between Settembrini and Naphta often went over Hans' head, and mine as well.

There are so many threads in The Magic Mountain, and so many ideas, that you could read it again and again and find more and more each time. A knowledge of music would be a help, as would an acquaintance with classical mythology. Fortunately it is a comedy so when you are bogged down in abstraction, light relief is not far away.
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LibraryThing member starbox
I tried to read this in my youth but gave up; however after recently discovering Mann's superlative 'Buddenbrooks', thought I would give it another go.
From the point of view of narrative, Mann sustained my interest throughout. The account of young Hans Castorp, on the brink of a career, who goes to pay a brief visit to a consumptive cousin in a Swiss sanatorium but ends up staying so much longer; the description of life in an institution - albeit a luxurious one; the treatment of the disease in the early years of the 20th century were of great interest. And as events take their toll, and we reach the seance scene - and indeed the ending of the story - Mann's lovely writing brings tears to one's eyes.

However the narrative is interspersed with great sections of philosophical musings, as Hans becomes acquainted with two opposing mentors, Settembrini and Naphta, ('it was again impossible to distinguish which side was in the right, where God stood and where the Devil, where death and where life') whose lengthy and obscure harangues made this reader's heart sink, and felt like wading through porridge. I absolutely confess to only getting the drift of a small percentage of this, coming to identify with the character Ferge, "to whom all elevated thoughts were foreign."
Rating the novel is thus difficult, as I fully realise that loftier minds than mine have been able to appreciate Mann's work. And that the author himself, in his postscript, requests 'that it be read not once but twice' to get 'a deeper enjoyment.'

I shan't be re-reading it; I have to say that when I finally reached page 716 I shouted 'hurrah! I've done it!' It's lovely in parts but mighty heavy going.
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LibraryThing member Luskio
This is my favourite book as it is a hymn to the use of irony in portraiting human nature and events altogether.
LibraryThing member Ayling
I guess I better read this as it is mentioned so often in Murakami's Norwegian Wood - and it is about a Sanatorium in the Swiss alps. Relevant...
LibraryThing member poulantik
a famous and difficult to read novel - but is worth the trouble.
LibraryThing member jveezer
My first reading of Thomas Mann. I think I was led to him through some link to/with James Joyce that I saw somewhere.
This book is about time. Thomas Mann referred to The Magic Mountain, both within its pages and outside of them, as his 'time-novel'. Michael Wood, in his excellent Introduction, says it is "dedicated to a deep and ironic exploration of what it means not to lose time but to get lost in time".
It seems easy enough to understand a youth who doesn't seem to know what he wants to do with himself. As a father of teenagers, and having been a teen myself once, I can relate. Hans gets lost in the nothingness of a Swiss Alps sanitorium and time becomes irrelevant to his point of reference. However, it is moving around him, and WWI is approaching and threatening to suck him into it's voracious maw.
Great writing that deserves a second read someday.
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LibraryThing member ThomasBurnett
I just finished Thomas Mann's Der Zauberberg (The Magic Mountain, tr. John Woods), and without a doubt it is among the five best works of literature that I have ever read. Covering more than 700 densely-packed pages, it is not for the light of heart, but provides ample reward for the tenacious reader. Published in 1924 and winning the Nobel Prize for literature in 1929, The Magic Mountain should reside on your shelf next to The Brothers Karamazov, The Persian Letters, The Sorrows of Young Werther, and East of Eden.

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: up here, a month is the smallest measurable unit of time.

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
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LibraryThing member GarySeverance
"The Magic Mountain" is a lengthy extension of a comical short story of a passive, unremarkable upper middle class gentleman. World War I caused Mann to use the character as an observer of the decay of traditional German values and the political and social chaos that culminated in a "break" that changed Germany forever. Like Goethe's Faust, Hans Castorp takes a tour of life remaining passive as he explores the nature of time, the influence of art, the responsibility of social intervention, the obsession of passion, the intrusion of other cultures, and the direct confrontation of death.
This novel has a profound effect on readers as they are linked to and limited by Castorp's perceptions. We are passively exposed to ideas and events as Hans travels to the sanitorium for a brief stay. Weeks become months as Hans receives a vague diagnosis, and we share his fate. Time slows to a virtual standstill during some days and accelerates to another season a few pages later. Years go by as we are exposed to the cultural views of the era. Ultimately, Hans must accept responsibility for his own life and death as we do page by page. This is a remarkably life-changing novel, particularly for readers intimidated by their own death.
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LibraryThing member keylawk
In a classic example of bildungsroman, Mann introduces the central protagonist, Hans Castorp, as the only child of a Hamburg merchant family. Orphaned early, he was brought up by his grandfather and subsequently by an uncle named James Tienappel. Now in his early 20s, he is about to take up a shipbuilding career in Hamburg. Before beginning this professional career Castorp visits his tubercular cousin, Joachim Ziemssen, who is seeking a cure in Davos, high up in the Swiss Alps. He discovers for the first time, the rarefied mountain air and introspective little world of the sanatorium.

Castorp's departure from the sanatorium is repeatedly delayed by his own failing health. What at first appears to be a minor bronchial infection with slight fever is diagnosed by the sanatorium's chief doctor and director, Hofrat Behrens, as tubercular. Hans is persuaded by Behrens to stay until his health improves.

During his extended stay, Castorp meets and learns from a variety of characters, who together represent a microcosm of pre-war Europe. These include the secular humanist and encyclopedist Lodovico Settembrini, the totalitarian Jew-turned-Jesuit Leo Naphta, the dionysian Dutch Mynheer Peeperkorn, and his romantic interest Madame Clavdia Chauchat.

In the end, Castorp remains in the morbid atmosphere of the sanatorium for seven years. At the conclusion of the novel, the war begins, Castorp volunteers for the military. His demise upon the battlefield is portended.

This is both bildungsroman – a "novel of education" or "novel of formation" – and a sly parody of this genre. Many formal elements of this type of fiction are present: like the protagonist of a typical bildungsroman, the immature Castorp leaves his home and learns about art, culture, politics, human frailty and love. Also embedded within this vast novel are extended reflections on the experience of time, music, nationalism, sociological issues and changes in the natural world. Hans Castorp’s stay in the rarefied air of The Magic Mountain thus provides him with a panoramic view of pre-war European civilization and its discontents.
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