The constant struggle between Mr Mann and me. So far very little luck. I really did like it, so many beautiful sentences just somehow maybe a few too many of them. Around page 500 I got stuck and couldn’t move forward anymore.
Reading it was a strange wonderful but at the same time exhausting experience and I felt very feverish while reading it. Visiting the „Zauberberg“ exhibition at Literaturhaus at the time was great and it is definitely a great book, but maybe one day I get all my climbing gear in good order, try again and hopefully succeed in climbing the „Magic Mountain“.
Here you can read the complete article of my failure:
Ok – Confession time. Which one did you never finish or only pretended to have finished ?