How long as it been since I've read The Magic Mountain? I mentioned it to my very old mother today, who, despite being German, had never read it. We were talking (my conversations with my mother are kind of weird) about tuberculosis. Why were we talking about that?
My mother as she has gotten older has constantly questioned why she's gotten so old. I would never mention to her that she's always been terrified of death (not to mention life) so she has been extremely careful throughout her life. But I wanted to point out to her that if she had been born in 1829 instead of 1929 she would probably not have lived as long as she has. I pointed out to her that in the 19th century, she wouldn't have had anesthesia, penicillin, vaccines - which led to the discussion of tuberculosis.
Anyway, after the conversation, I wondered how many Thomas Mann books I've read, which interested me. Go to the end of his Wikipedia page, he's written tons of stuff. It's just The Magic Mountain & Death In Venice for me. I'm a little amazed that I've missed so much.
But then - just tonight - I spent some minutes watching the new trailer for Solo
more than once & I understand: the young man who was interested in literature in my teens will always, always, defer to the ten-year-old who fucking loved Star Wars.
Is that true for everyone? I wonder.
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