From
Gustav Seibt
One can say the best that there is to say about such a work about Hanjo Kesting’s Thomas Mann book: it fuels the desire for its subject. How eloquently it describes the demands, but also the promise of happiness, of reading “Magic Mountain”: Sink for at least a week in the late-Romantic, at the same time very modern verve of language and then ideally start all over again – because only then does the richness of relationships of a leitmotif, pointing backwards and forwards at the same time. Can that work under today’s media conditions with your 24/7 constant communication on all channels? Oh, one thinks while reading Kesting, let’s try the adventure of immersion, it might succeed.