Author: Paul Thomas Mann
Dates: 6 June 1875 – 12 August 1955
Title of Book: Buddenbrooks
The Consul was leaning forward in his easy-chair, rather fidgety. He wore a cinnamon-coloured coat with wide lapels and leg-of-mutton sleeves close-fitting at the wrists, and white linen trousers with black stripes up the outside seams. His chin nestled in a stiff choker collar, around which was folded a silk cravat that flowed down amply over his flowered waistcoat.
He had his father’s deep-ste blue observant eyes, though their expression was perhaps more dreamy; but his features were clearer-cut and more serious, his nose was prominent and aquiline, and his cheeks, half-covered with a fair curling beard, were not so as the old man’s.
Madame Buddenbrook put her hand on her daughter-in-law’s arm and looked down at her lap with a giggle. “Oh, mon vieux – he’s always the same, isn’t he, Betsy?”
The Consul’s wife only made a motion with her delicate hand, so that her gold bangles tinkled slightly. Then, with a gesture habitual to her, she drew her finger across her face from the corner of her mouth to her forehead, as if she were smoothing back a stray hair.
But the Consul said, half-smiling, yet with mild reproach: “There you go again, Father, making fun of sacred things.”
Brief Biography: Mann was a writer and social critic. His novels were highly symbolic and ironic epics noted for their insight into the psychology of the artist and intellectual. Mann was the 1929 Nobel laureate.