DEATH IN VENICE
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Death in Venice (German: Der Tod in Venedig) is a novella by German author Thomas Mann, published in 1912. It presents an ennobled writer who visits Venice and is liberated, uplifted, and then increasingly obsessed by the sight of a boy in a family of Polish tourists-Tadzio, so nicknamed for Tadeusz.
The story focuses on a writer named Gustav von Aschenbach, whose life takes a physical and moral downturn. During a trip to Venice, Aschenbach strays from his rigid, disciplined lifestyle and indulges in a new world of fantasy, intoxication, and infatuation.
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