Trying to broaden my horizons, I read the depressing and shockingly modern stories of Thomas Mann. The stories in one way or another deal with failure, feelings of inadequacy, and the passions of love. Not to mention the cruelty among humanity. In a lot of ways I can relate to the various protagonists feelings of isolation and self-loathing, countered with the feelings of superiority to the “normal” people around you. Quite well written and gripping although depressing as hell.

“He came to see that there is nothing that cannot be enjoyed and that is almost absurd to distinguish between happy and unhappy experiences. He accepted all his sensations and moods as they came to him, he welcomed and cultivated them, whether they were sad or glad: even his unfulfilled wishes, even his heart’s longing. It was precious to him for its own sake, and he would tell himself that if it ever came to fulfillment the best part of pleasure would be over. It is not the sweet pain of vague desires and hopes on a still spring evening richer in delight than any fulfillment the summer could bring?” (p. 7, Little Herr Friedemann). ( )