The Dedalus Book of German Decadence: Voices From the Abyss
Ray Furness, Mike Mitchell
The Brockhaus encyclopedia of 1896 said the decadent literary move as "a symptom of today's frightened, senile, fragmented society that is impervious to whatever fit and natural" -- and that's essentially French. yet underneath the brash and pompous external of the German Empire, decadent literature thrived, fueled by means of the tune of Wagner, the paradoxes of Nietzsche, and the writings of Thomas Mann, the movement's self-styled chronicler and analyst. This analogy collects works by means of Sacher-Masoch, Trakl, Leppin, Przybyszewski, Mann, and different, demonstrating that Berlin, Vienna and Prague served both with Paris as hosts for this provocative eu cultural move.
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