The world-famous masterpiece by Nobel laureate Thomas Mann -- here in a new translation by Michael Henry Heim Published on the eve of World War I, a decade after "Buddenbrooks" had established Thomas Mann as a literary celebrity, "Death in Venice" tells the story of Gustav von Aschenbach, a successful but aging writer who follows his wanderlust to Venice in search of spiritual ...
The world-famous masterpiece by Nobel laureate Thomas Mann -- here in a new translation by Michael Henry Heim Published on the eve of World War I, a decade after "Buddenbrooks" had established Thomas Mann as a literary celebrity, "Death in Venice" tells the story of Gustav von Aschenbach, a successful but aging writer who follows his wanderlust to Venice in search of spiritual fulfillment that instead leads to his erotic doom. In the decaying city, besieged by an unnamed epidemic, he becomes obsessed with an exquisite Polish boy, Tadzio. "It is a story of the voluptuousness of doom," Mann wrote. "But the problem I had especially in mind was that of the artist's dignity."
作者简介
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Thomas Mann was a German novelist, short story writer, social critic, philanthropist, essayist, and Nobel Prize laureate in 1929, known for his series of highly symbolic and ironic epic novels and novellas, noted for their insight into the psychology of the artist and the intellectual. His analysis and critique of the European and German soul used modernized German and Biblical...
Thomas Mann was a German novelist, short story writer, social critic, philanthropist, essayist, and Nobel Prize laureate in 1929, known for his series of highly symbolic and ironic epic novels and novellas, noted for their insight into the psychology of the artist and the intellectual. His analysis and critique of the European and German soul used modernized German and Biblical stories, as well as the ideas of Goethe, Nietzsche, and Schopenhauer. His older brother was the radical writer Heinrich Mann, and three of his six children, Erika Mann, Klaus Mann and Golo Mann, also became important German writers. When Hitler came to power in 1933, Mann fled to Switzerland. When World War II broke out in 1939, he emigrated to the United States, from where he returned to Switzerland in 1952. Thomas Mann is one of the best-known exponents of the so-called Exilliteratur.
"Love in the Time of Cholera". I remember seeing from somewhere (Sean Bean as Tracie in Accused S2) the image of an aged man trying to please, toward the end that straw hat was so horrid it makes his ..."Love in the Time of Cholera". I remember seeing from somewhere (Sean Bean as Tracie in Accused S2) the image of an aged man trying to please, toward the end that straw hat was so horrid it makes his smile daunting. The duality of form, refrained beauty and indifference to passionate enchantment, great man and great artist. Knowledge is the abyss.(展开)
今年读过最好的书之一: do you believe, my dear, that the one who reaches the intellectual through the senses can ever achieve human dignity? For we are born with a drive towards the abyss; intoxicated and unable...今年读过最好的书之一: do you believe, my dear, that the one who reaches the intellectual through the senses can ever achieve human dignity? For we are born with a drive towards the abyss; intoxicated and unable to elevate ourselves, we are led, ineluctably, towards horrible transgressions--to love, that is, our lust and our disgrace(展开)
"We do not like final knowledge, because knowledge, Phaedo, has no dignity or severity: it knows, understands, forgives, without attitude; it is sympathetic to the abyss, it is the abyss. "
反启蒙与瘟疫
这本书我以前读过上译的,速速翻完,毫无感觉,翻出记录来,打的居然是三颗星?!额的神,真为自己的无知浅薄而汗颜。 这次读的是Michael Henry Heim的译本,前头有Michael Cunningham的推荐,封面上的一句话是" A haunting new translation"。果然没读两页就有haunting的感觉...
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"Odors crowded the senses, the biting smell of the bucks, the scent of groaning bodies and the stench of putrid waters, also another familiar one: of wounds and sickness making its rounds. His heart was booming with the drumbeats, his brain was gyrating, anger gripped him, blindness, deadening sexual lust and his soul desired to join the god's dance...with frothing lips they were clamoring, inc...
2015-09-12 16:57
"Odors crowded the senses, the biting smell of the bucks, the scent of groaning bodies and the stench of putrid waters, also another familiar one: of wounds and sickness making its rounds. His heart was booming with the drumbeats, his brain was gyrating, anger gripped him, blindness, deadening sexual lust and his soul desired to join the god's dance...with frothing lips they were clamoring, inciting each other with lusty gestures and straying hands, laughing and moaning-hitting each other with spiked rods and licking the blood from their limbs. And with them, obedient to their god Dionysus, was the dreamer.
...
From these dreams the stricken one awakened, unnerved, shattered, and limply addicted to the demon. He no longer feared the watchful eye of the other people; their suspicion was no longer important to him.
...
and Aschenbach sometimes thought that through departure or death everyone else could be removed so that he could remain alone with the beautiful boy on the island when in the morning his looks rested heavily, irresponsibly, and continually on the desired one, when he followed him unworthily through the stinking streets with their air of death, this monstrosity seemed promising to him, and moral laws no longer applicable.
...
in view of that sweet youth that infatuated him, his worn-out body disgusted him, his gray hair, the sharp features of his face caused him to feel shame and despair. He felt compelled to rejuvenate himself."
"Do you believe, my dear Phaedo, that the one who reaches the intellectual through the senses can ever achieve wisdom and human dignity? Or do you believe that it is a lovely but dangerous road that leads nowhere? Because you have to realize that we artists cannot take the path of beauty without Eros joining us and becoming our leader; we may be heroes in our own way, but we are still like women, because passion is what elevates us, and our desire is love--that is our lust and our disgrace. Do you see that poets can be neither sage nor dignified? That we always stray, adventurer in our emotions? The appearance of mastery in our style is a lie and foolishness, our fame a falsehood, the trust the public places in us is highly ridiculous, education of the young through art something that should be forbidden? How can someone be a good teacher when he has an inborn drive towards the abyss? We may deny it and gain dignity, but it still attracts us. We do not like final knowledge, because knowledge, Phaedo, has no dignity or severity: it knows, understands, forgives, without an attitude; it is sympathetic to the abyss, it is the abyss. Therefore we deny it and instead seek beauty, simplicity, greatness and severity, of objectivity and form. But objectivity and form, Phaedo, lead the noble one to intoxication and desire, to horrible emotional transgressions rejected by his beautiful severity, lead to the abyss. Us poets, I say, it leads there, for we are unable to elevate ourselves, instead we can only transgress."
“That was intoxication. Without hesitation, even eagerly, the artist welcomed it. His mind was flying, his learning surged up, his memory revived ancient notions from his youth that he had been taught but never thought about himself. Was it not written that the Sun shifted our attention from the intellectual to the corporeal? It confused and enchanted, it was said, the mind and the memory, so ...
2015-09-10 00:41
“That was intoxication. Without hesitation, even eagerly, the artist welcomed it. His mind was flying, his learning surged up, his memory revived ancient notions from his youth that he had been taught but never thought about himself. Was it not written that the Sun shifted our attention from the intellectual to the corporeal? It confused and enchanted, it was said, the mind and the memory, so that the soul forgot its own disposition out of sheer joy and with stunned admiration attached itself to the most appealing of the lit objects: that it was then only able to reach higher spheres while beholding a body. Eros mimicked mathematicians who showed dull children concrete models of abstract shapes: That way also the god liked to use the form and color of human youth to make the conceptual visible, decorating it with all the reflections of beauty whose sight made us burn with pain and hope."
"because only beauty, he added, is lovely and visible at the same time: it is, nota bene, the only way in which we can receive and bear the intellect. Or what would become of us when the divine in general, reason, virtue, and truth would be available like this to our senses? Would we not burn and die from love, like Semele before Zeus? Thus beauty is the only way of that feeling reaches the mind....the happiness of writers is the thought that can be entirely emotion and the emotion that can be entirely thought...the mind of the afflicted was set on production."
"formula of yearning--impossible here, absurd, depraved, ludicrous, and yet sacred and venerable even in this case"
All our coronets will break, sooner or later. When that happens it’s probably best to just put our false teeth onto our heads, have a laugh, and continue.
2013-11-28 07:15
All our coronets will break, sooner or later. When that happens it’s probably best to just put our false teeth onto our heads, have a laugh, and continue.引自第15页
All our coronets will break, sooner or later. When that happens it’s probably best to just put our false teeth onto our heads, have a laugh, and continue.
2013-11-28 07:15
All our coronets will break, sooner or later. When that happens it’s probably best to just put our false teeth onto our heads, have a laugh, and continue.引自第15页
"Odors crowded the senses, the biting smell of the bucks, the scent of groaning bodies and the stench of putrid waters, also another familiar one: of wounds and sickness making its rounds. His heart was booming with the drumbeats, his brain was gyrating, anger gripped him, blindness, deadening sexual lust and his soul desired to join the god's dance...with frothing lips they were clamoring, inc...
2015-09-12 16:57
"Odors crowded the senses, the biting smell of the bucks, the scent of groaning bodies and the stench of putrid waters, also another familiar one: of wounds and sickness making its rounds. His heart was booming with the drumbeats, his brain was gyrating, anger gripped him, blindness, deadening sexual lust and his soul desired to join the god's dance...with frothing lips they were clamoring, inciting each other with lusty gestures and straying hands, laughing and moaning-hitting each other with spiked rods and licking the blood from their limbs. And with them, obedient to their god Dionysus, was the dreamer.
...
From these dreams the stricken one awakened, unnerved, shattered, and limply addicted to the demon. He no longer feared the watchful eye of the other people; their suspicion was no longer important to him.
...
and Aschenbach sometimes thought that through departure or death everyone else could be removed so that he could remain alone with the beautiful boy on the island when in the morning his looks rested heavily, irresponsibly, and continually on the desired one, when he followed him unworthily through the stinking streets with their air of death, this monstrosity seemed promising to him, and moral laws no longer applicable.
...
in view of that sweet youth that infatuated him, his worn-out body disgusted him, his gray hair, the sharp features of his face caused him to feel shame and despair. He felt compelled to rejuvenate himself."
"Do you believe, my dear Phaedo, that the one who reaches the intellectual through the senses can ever achieve wisdom and human dignity? Or do you believe that it is a lovely but dangerous road that leads nowhere? Because you have to realize that we artists cannot take the path of beauty without Eros joining us and becoming our leader; we may be heroes in our own way, but we are still like women, because passion is what elevates us, and our desire is love--that is our lust and our disgrace. Do you see that poets can be neither sage nor dignified? That we always stray, adventurer in our emotions? The appearance of mastery in our style is a lie and foolishness, our fame a falsehood, the trust the public places in us is highly ridiculous, education of the young through art something that should be forbidden? How can someone be a good teacher when he has an inborn drive towards the abyss? We may deny it and gain dignity, but it still attracts us. We do not like final knowledge, because knowledge, Phaedo, has no dignity or severity: it knows, understands, forgives, without an attitude; it is sympathetic to the abyss, it is the abyss. Therefore we deny it and instead seek beauty, simplicity, greatness and severity, of objectivity and form. But objectivity and form, Phaedo, lead the noble one to intoxication and desire, to horrible emotional transgressions rejected by his beautiful severity, lead to the abyss. Us poets, I say, it leads there, for we are unable to elevate ourselves, instead we can only transgress."
“That was intoxication. Without hesitation, even eagerly, the artist welcomed it. His mind was flying, his learning surged up, his memory revived ancient notions from his youth that he had been taught but never thought about himself. Was it not written that the Sun shifted our attention from the intellectual to the corporeal? It confused and enchanted, it was said, the mind and the memory, so ...
2015-09-10 00:41
“That was intoxication. Without hesitation, even eagerly, the artist welcomed it. His mind was flying, his learning surged up, his memory revived ancient notions from his youth that he had been taught but never thought about himself. Was it not written that the Sun shifted our attention from the intellectual to the corporeal? It confused and enchanted, it was said, the mind and the memory, so that the soul forgot its own disposition out of sheer joy and with stunned admiration attached itself to the most appealing of the lit objects: that it was then only able to reach higher spheres while beholding a body. Eros mimicked mathematicians who showed dull children concrete models of abstract shapes: That way also the god liked to use the form and color of human youth to make the conceptual visible, decorating it with all the reflections of beauty whose sight made us burn with pain and hope."
"because only beauty, he added, is lovely and visible at the same time: it is, nota bene, the only way in which we can receive and bear the intellect. Or what would become of us when the divine in general, reason, virtue, and truth would be available like this to our senses? Would we not burn and die from love, like Semele before Zeus? Thus beauty is the only way of that feeling reaches the mind....the happiness of writers is the thought that can be entirely emotion and the emotion that can be entirely thought...the mind of the afflicted was set on production."
"formula of yearning--impossible here, absurd, depraved, ludicrous, and yet sacred and venerable even in this case"
"Odors crowded the senses, the biting smell of the bucks, the scent of groaning bodies and the stench of putrid waters, also another familiar one: of wounds and sickness making its rounds. His heart was booming with the drumbeats, his brain was gyrating, anger gripped him, blindness, deadening sexual lust and his soul desired to join the god's dance...with frothing lips they were clamoring, inc...
2015-09-12 16:57
"Odors crowded the senses, the biting smell of the bucks, the scent of groaning bodies and the stench of putrid waters, also another familiar one: of wounds and sickness making its rounds. His heart was booming with the drumbeats, his brain was gyrating, anger gripped him, blindness, deadening sexual lust and his soul desired to join the god's dance...with frothing lips they were clamoring, inciting each other with lusty gestures and straying hands, laughing and moaning-hitting each other with spiked rods and licking the blood from their limbs. And with them, obedient to their god Dionysus, was the dreamer.
...
From these dreams the stricken one awakened, unnerved, shattered, and limply addicted to the demon. He no longer feared the watchful eye of the other people; their suspicion was no longer important to him.
...
and Aschenbach sometimes thought that through departure or death everyone else could be removed so that he could remain alone with the beautiful boy on the island when in the morning his looks rested heavily, irresponsibly, and continually on the desired one, when he followed him unworthily through the stinking streets with their air of death, this monstrosity seemed promising to him, and moral laws no longer applicable.
...
in view of that sweet youth that infatuated him, his worn-out body disgusted him, his gray hair, the sharp features of his face caused him to feel shame and despair. He felt compelled to rejuvenate himself."
"Do you believe, my dear Phaedo, that the one who reaches the intellectual through the senses can ever achieve wisdom and human dignity? Or do you believe that it is a lovely but dangerous road that leads nowhere? Because you have to realize that we artists cannot take the path of beauty without Eros joining us and becoming our leader; we may be heroes in our own way, but we are still like women, because passion is what elevates us, and our desire is love--that is our lust and our disgrace. Do you see that poets can be neither sage nor dignified? That we always stray, adventurer in our emotions? The appearance of mastery in our style is a lie and foolishness, our fame a falsehood, the trust the public places in us is highly ridiculous, education of the young through art something that should be forbidden? How can someone be a good teacher when he has an inborn drive towards the abyss? We may deny it and gain dignity, but it still attracts us. We do not like final knowledge, because knowledge, Phaedo, has no dignity or severity: it knows, understands, forgives, without an attitude; it is sympathetic to the abyss, it is the abyss. Therefore we deny it and instead seek beauty, simplicity, greatness and severity, of objectivity and form. But objectivity and form, Phaedo, lead the noble one to intoxication and desire, to horrible emotional transgressions rejected by his beautiful severity, lead to the abyss. Us poets, I say, it leads there, for we are unable to elevate ourselves, instead we can only transgress."
“That was intoxication. Without hesitation, even eagerly, the artist welcomed it. His mind was flying, his learning surged up, his memory revived ancient notions from his youth that he had been taught but never thought about himself. Was it not written that the Sun shifted our attention from the intellectual to the corporeal? It confused and enchanted, it was said, the mind and the memory, so ...
2015-09-10 00:41
“That was intoxication. Without hesitation, even eagerly, the artist welcomed it. His mind was flying, his learning surged up, his memory revived ancient notions from his youth that he had been taught but never thought about himself. Was it not written that the Sun shifted our attention from the intellectual to the corporeal? It confused and enchanted, it was said, the mind and the memory, so that the soul forgot its own disposition out of sheer joy and with stunned admiration attached itself to the most appealing of the lit objects: that it was then only able to reach higher spheres while beholding a body. Eros mimicked mathematicians who showed dull children concrete models of abstract shapes: That way also the god liked to use the form and color of human youth to make the conceptual visible, decorating it with all the reflections of beauty whose sight made us burn with pain and hope."
"because only beauty, he added, is lovely and visible at the same time: it is, nota bene, the only way in which we can receive and bear the intellect. Or what would become of us when the divine in general, reason, virtue, and truth would be available like this to our senses? Would we not burn and die from love, like Semele before Zeus? Thus beauty is the only way of that feeling reaches the mind....the happiness of writers is the thought that can be entirely emotion and the emotion that can be entirely thought...the mind of the afflicted was set on production."
"formula of yearning--impossible here, absurd, depraved, ludicrous, and yet sacred and venerable even in this case"
All our coronets will break, sooner or later. When that happens it’s probably best to just put our false teeth onto our heads, have a laugh, and continue.
2013-11-28 07:15
All our coronets will break, sooner or later. When that happens it’s probably best to just put our false teeth onto our heads, have a laugh, and continue.引自第15页
0 有用 花岛仙藏 2019-08-17
"Love in the Time of Cholera". I remember seeing from somewhere (Sean Bean as Tracie in Accused S2) the image of an aged man trying to please, toward the end that straw hat was so horrid it makes his ... "Love in the Time of Cholera". I remember seeing from somewhere (Sean Bean as Tracie in Accused S2) the image of an aged man trying to please, toward the end that straw hat was so horrid it makes his smile daunting. The duality of form, refrained beauty and indifference to passionate enchantment, great man and great artist. Knowledge is the abyss. (展开)
0 有用 PEAR 2015-09-12
今年读过最好的书之一: do you believe, my dear, that the one who reaches the intellectual through the senses can ever achieve human dignity? For we are born with a drive towards the abyss; intoxicated and unable... 今年读过最好的书之一: do you believe, my dear, that the one who reaches the intellectual through the senses can ever achieve human dignity? For we are born with a drive towards the abyss; intoxicated and unable to elevate ourselves, we are led, ineluctably, towards horrible transgressions--to love, that is, our lust and our disgrace (展开)
0 有用 13 2013-05-10
需细读
2 有用 巫 2012-10-28
Phaedrus, knowledge has compassion with abyss — it IS the abyss.
0 有用 梨酱 2014-11-04
Ohhhh Thomas Mann
0 有用 蚀灰鱼 2020-12-03
a second innocence
0 有用 一个游荡的黑影 2020-08-04
Week 4, Book 4 === 《魂断威尼斯》其实是有着非常深的文化底蕴和哲学内涵的,需要多看几次,待我提高我的欣赏水平之后再来看一/几遍吧
0 有用 Iris 2020-04-12
"We do not like final knowledge, because knowledge, Phaedo, has no dignity or severity: it knows, understands, forgives, without attitude; it is sympathetic to the abyss, it is the abyss. " 反启蒙与瘟疫
0 有用 Clee 2020-04-10
故事终结于epidemic,仿佛也很契合当下的处境。前两章可以说是golden,后面三章则隐喻太多。A traveler in a foreign land. form, beauty, Eros, body, etc. too German
0 有用 Introspection 2020-04-06
audiobook 4.5 hours 4.5