Luís's Reviews > O Deserto dos Tártaros

This novel is not one; it is a long and magnificent poem. Well, that's what I felt because Giovanni is universal. He's me here; he's you (and anyone who wants him. Um, I'm going out). It embodies our desires, regrets, wanderings, and a life that could be ours as we take a perverse pleasure in wasting. By an extensive range (for that, the ideas are never lacking) - this precious time, which crumbles and escapes like the sand of our vacation beach, slips through our carefree toes.
A downside for me, however, is that I have already spent a lot of time ;-) On these questions and pondered a lot on "Cute, let's go see if the rose" and others, "Happiness is in the meadow. Run fast. It goes. Spin". Since then, I have tried to keep in mind this quote from Seneca, which could perhaps have helped Giovanni:" Life is not to wait for thunderstorms to pass, it is to learn how to dance in the rain."
In the end, I must admit that even if I do not necessarily want to go over these somewhat weighty themes. It is quite another thing to approach them with Dino Buzzati because there you are; being indifferent is well-written, mastered, and impressive. Nevertheless, I must admit that I took great pleasure in reading it. No doubt, this novel is a masterpiece.