The Dedalus Book of German Decadence: Voices From the Abyss

The Dedalus Book of German Decadence: Voices From the Abyss

Ray Furness, Mike Mitchell

Language: English

Pages: 199

ISBN: 2:00089599

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The Dedalus Book of German Decadence: Voices From the Abyss

Ray Furness, Mike Mitchell

Language: English

Pages: 199

ISBN: 2:00089599

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The Brockhaus encyclopedia of 1896 referred to the decadent literary movement as "a symptom of today's nervous, senile, fragmented society which is impervious to anything healthy and natural" -- and which is primarily French. But beneath the brash and pompous exterior of the German Empire, decadent literature thrived, fueled by the music 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 Sacher-Masoch, Trakl, Leppin, Przybyszewski, Mann, and other, demonstrating that Berlin, Vienna and Prague served equally with Paris as hosts for this provocative European cultural movement.

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glitter in the tree, saw the embers fade on the hearth, sank back in gloomy slumber – and started up, leaning on his hands in horrified delight when Sieglinde glided back to him in the darkness. Hunding, drugged and intoxicated, was sleeping like a log. Together they rejoiced at the outwitting of the dolt; they laughed, and their eyes had the same way of narrowing as they laughed. Then Sieglinde stole a look at the conductor, received her cue, and putting her lips in position sang a long

of laughing he grew very angry and stamped his foot.’ ‘And threatened to beat you?’ Wanda looked down, silently. ‘Yes, yes,’ I said with a scornful bitterness: ‘You’re frightened of him, Wanda!’ I threw myself at her feet and embraced her knees. ‘I want nothing from you, nothing, only to be near you, to be your slave, your dog!’ ‘Don’t you realise how you bore me?’ said Wanda apathetically. I jumped up, boiling. ‘You’re no longer cruel, you’re common!’ I said, and each word was sharp and

of horror stories, followed in 1922. Ewers considered himself to be the herald of a new fantastic satanist movement that looked back to Poe and de Sade: the stories contain portrayals of stock-in-trade horror (spider women) and various forms of commercial nastiness. Der Fundvogel (1928) is a sensational account of an enforced sex change. Ewers was ready and eager to serve the Nazi cause; in 1932 he published an account of the escapades of the Freikorps and then, probably on Hitler’s

the light, in the quiet of the afternoon, like little white gods. And the swallows circled high up in the blue, quivering in the warm July sun. The black blood of death ran over the blue decay of his forehead. In the heat it evaporated to form a ghastly cloud, and the decomposition of death crept over him with its colourful claws. His skin began to disintegrate, his belly turned white, like that of an eel, under the greedy fingers of the doctors, who bathed their arms up to the elbows in the

on its head. But let him beware: it is deception and blind illusion that he creates. It rears up, and grows into the skies, but ultimately it collapses and buries in its fall the arrogant knave who conceived it. * * * * His Excellency Jakob ten Briken, doctor of medicine, professor and Privy Councillor created the strange girl – against nature. He created her, he alone, even if the thought belonged to another. And this creature, whom they christened and called Mandra Gora, grew up and

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