, the less curious that Thomas Mann wrote this novel billet under thirty years. The novel, literary critics say, is kind of maturity. Regarding the German Nobel Prize is generally not worth it. Rereading Buddenbrooks, after thirty years, brought me surprises. It was as if reading the book for the first time, dazzled a hypochondriac ailments Christian, marveling at the power of observation and the minutiae of this young writer who describes wonderfully headdress, a facial expression or a stormy atmosphere. I surrender to his talent, his classicism, his decadent air passages that fills you with sadness by the decline of the family proud of its lineage bourgeois and sentenced to decline ... Read it or reeleedlo
, is all I can say.
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