It took me a while to get through this book though it has only 180 pages. You have to be in the right mood. It isn't difficult exactly, the story is slight and the writing rich and descriptive, sometimes to excess, a swirl of ideas and emotions, but Klaus Mann was only 19 when he wrote the novel, published in 1925! And probably it speaks more affectively to the young? Mann says in the foreword: Perhaps no book needs to apologise more for its confusion at the very start than one which issues from our younger generation, deals with our younger generation and wants to be nothing more than an interpretation, expression, description and confession of that younger generation, its urgency, its perplexity- and perhaps its high hopes.
The novel reflects the confusions of its times, of a generation that came of age in the immediate aftermath of the Great War and its terrible slaughter of young men, when the young express little interest in the need for books, says Mann. It was a time of unrest and uncertainty, particularly in Germany: Where all this, this great dance, will lead is known to us least of all- I fear that a spiritually inspired human society and an ideal republic are the least likely results. We can have no information on how to solve this unrest; perhaps the solution will simply come from the great abyss, the apocalypse, a new war, a suicide of mankind. A timely reminder to those feeling aggrieved to be young in our troubled times they are not the first and won't be the last younger generation so afflicted, and luckier than many.
This makes the novel sound too serious and earnest. It offers a fascinating insiders view of the Weimar we know from films such as Cabaret and The Blue Angel, decadent, louche, exciting, druggy, feverish, tragic. The Berlin underworld and cabaret culture, tatty boarding houses, impecunious young men and girls trying to get by, landladies, night clubs, hustlers, rent boys and prostitutes, transvestites, lonely women and older men preying upon pretty young things. A Berlin that is both nightmare and blazing dream.
There's a lot about love, of course. Andreas Magnus, 18, is obsessed with no-good Niels, ignores poor, pale Paulchen who is in love with him. Andreas navigates his way hesitatingly, to understanding his sexuality and greater self-awareness, through a series of scenes more than any fully developed story, experiences of mind and body, filled with youthful philosophical musings, yearning and melancholy.
Presumably there's a large element of autobiography involved in Mann's book. Certainly it has the authenticity of lived experience, an era much covered in the years since. A fascinating first-hand account, though a far from perfect novel. I look forward to reading Mephisto (I have already seen the film adaptation).