De la vida d'un inútil (1826)

Maybe I'm a total Philistine and am missing something...maybe (surely there HAS to be??) a deeper hidden meaning. It looked readable...wanderings of a young man who finds love...a German classic.
It is, in my opinion, utterly unreadable rot. The hopeful beginning, where our idle youth leaves home with his violin for fun and freedom promised much.
But it then morphs into a ridiculous dream-like sequence, where anything is possible. Madmen, disappearing painters, murder... It all began to wash over me, and making it through to p 121 was an achievement. Total drivel. ( )

A nice little story in a very handy small book, that I read while travelling to Oxford. Another one to tick off my 1001-list :-)
I liked the story, but do not have very much more to say about it. At first I had difficulty getting into the book because of the language that was used, but after a while that got a lot better. I did not read it when I was in grammar school, because I picked other books, but now I've finally made up for that. ( )

The discrepancy between hedonists and Philistines, old as the world, in a version of German Romanticism

zie ook Leon de Winter: de verwording van de jongere Dürer

Sarà perchè l'autore riesce ad imprimere colore alle parole, sarà perchè mentre leggi non riesci a pensare ad altro che ai quadri di Van Gogh ed a certi paesaggi dove sembra sempre predominare il giallo, l'ambra il rosso. E' solo una sensazione ma questo libro sembra più un quadro. Di sicuro lo consiglio. ( )