It's probably proof of my own orneriness that my favourite Mann is his unfinished Felix Krull. It's as if, at the end of Mann's life, writing had suddenly become light and spontaneous - and I love how he weaves elements of his own life - waiting for a ship at Lisbon - with the picaresque of Krull's irrepressible career; revisiting a scene of sadness with comic buoyancy.
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Date: 2010-06-14 10:51 pm (UTC)