#Theodor Fontane
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zhalfirin · 4 months ago
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Herr von Ribbeck auf Ribbeck im Havelland - Theodor Fontane (Squire Ribbeck at Ribbeck in Havelland)
tête-bêche binding style, full cloth binding with paper onlays
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case case construction - greyboard (1,5mm) spine stiffener - cardboard covering material - book cloth, green, uncoated decorative paper - coloured paper, saffron, 120gsm
inner book paper - off-white, 110gsm endpapers - origami paper endbands - origami paper, linnen thread core
dimensions: 7,4cm x 10cm
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thatswhywelovegermany · 6 months ago
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Ruhe, Stille, Sofa und eine Tasse Tee geht über alles.
Peace, quiet, a sofa and a cup of tea are more important than anything else.
Theodor Fontane (1819 – 1898), German writer
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kansassire · 10 months ago
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Effi Briest, 1974, Rainer Werner Fassbinder
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petaltexturedskies · 11 months ago
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She lived in her imagination and dreams. She liked only what was most elegant, and if she couldn't have the best she would do without the second best, because second best meant nothing to her.
Theodor Fontane
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lebedame-wegelagerin · 10 months ago
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Battle of the Theodors!
No third Option, if you're undecided/indifferent and just want to see the Result you'll have to save the Post and wait a Week.
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abatelunare · 3 months ago
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- L'arte deve rallegrare la gente, essere sempre là dove la si cerca e non ritirarsi aristocraticamente timorosa nella sua torre d'avorio. (Theodor Fontane, Cécile).
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justwatchmyeyes · 4 months ago
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Wer immer sparen will, der ist verloren, auch moralisch. ~ Theodor Fontane
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wmlz · 6 months ago
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"Alles hat seinen Preis, auch die Dinge, von denen man glaubt, dass man sie umsonst bekommt."
Theodor Fontane
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Squire von Ribbeck at Ribbeck in Havelland - Theodor Fontane - Germany
Translator: Unknown (German)
Squire von Ribbeck at Ribbeck in Havelland, In his garden there stood a pear tree grand, And when autumn came round, the golden tide, And pears were glowing far and wide, Squire von Ribbeck, when noon rang out, would first Fill both his pockets full to burst. And then, when a boy in his clogs came there, He called: ”My lad, do you want a pear?” He would hail a girl that chanced to pass: “Come over, I have a pear, little lass!”
Many years thus went, till the noble and high Squire von Ribbeck at Ribbeck came to die. He felt his end. It was autumntide. Again pears were smiling far and wide. “I depart now this life” von Ribbeck said. I wish that a pear in my grave be laid”. And after three days, from this mansard roofed hall, Squire von Ribbeck was carried out, `neath a pall. All farmers and cottagers, solemm-faced, Sang: ”Jesus, in Thee my trust is placed”, And the children lamented, with hearts like lead: “Who`ll give us a pear, now that he is dead.?” So the children lamented. It was unkind,
As they did not know old Ribbeck´s mind. True, the new one is skimping niggardly, Keeps park and pears tree `neath lock and key; But having forebodings, the older one, And full of distrust for his proper son, Knew well what he did, when the order he gave, That a pear should be laid in his grave.
From the silent dwelling, after three years, The tip of a pear tree seedling appears. And year after year, the seasons go round, Long since a pear tree is shading the mound.
And in the golden autumntide Again it is glowing far and wide. When a boy is crossing the churchyard there, The tree is whispering: Want a pear?” And when a girl chances to pass, It whispers: “Come here for a pear, little lass.”
Thus blessings still dispensses the hand Of von Ribbeck at Ribbeck in Havelland.
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hummelig · 1 year ago
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my fav books
I just gave someone a list of my fav books and I guess Imma post it here too enjoy please give me ur unfiltered opinions
The Setting Sun (Osamu Dazai), Earthlings (Sayaka Murata), Effie Briest (Fontane), Solitaire (Alice Oseman), Six of Crows (Leigh Bardugo), Woyzeck (Georg Büchner), Glaube, Hoffnung, Liebe (Ödön Horvath), The Kangaroo Chronicles (Marc Uwe Kling, better in German), Steppenwolf ( Hermann Hesse), Kim Jiyoung, born 1982 (Cho Nam-Joo), Animal Farm (George Orwell), The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (Mark Haddon), Eating Animals (Jonathan Foer) and Barn 8 (Deb Olin Unferth)
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p1325 · 2 years ago
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I got two new books today :D
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thatswhywelovegermany · 6 months ago
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Manche Wünsche haben wir in der Kindheit begraben, still unter einen Stein gelegt. Lange Zeit haben wir den Stein noch heimlich besucht, bis wir den Wunsch und den Stein endlich vergaßen. Eines Tages aber kommen wir zufällig an diese Stelle im Garten vorbei und entdecken: Der Stein lebt, Moos und Gras wachsen darauf.
We buried some wishes in childhood, quietly placed them under a stone. We secretly visited the stone for a long time until we finally forgot the wish and the stone. But one day we happen to pass by this spot in the garden and discover that the stone is alive, with moss and grass growing on it.
Theodor Fontane (1819 – 1898), German writer
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kansassire · 10 months ago
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Effi Briest, 1974, RW Fassbinder
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eine-wie-wir · 2 years ago
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Wir kennen uns nie ganz, und über Nacht sind wir andre geworden, schlechter oder besser.
- Theodor Fontane
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thehappyscavenger · 2 years ago
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Books Read January 2023
I’m back baby! For the first time in forever I read 6 books in a month! Sure a bunch of them were novellas but still it’s 1/4 of the amount of books I read in 2022. 
The Wonder by Emma Donoghue
Absolutely loved this. I read this because I enjoyed the movie; the book was even better. The book is set in a post-faminine Ireland where an English nurse is called out for a mysterious private job which turns out to be observing the supposed religious miracle of a child who hasn’t eaten in 4 months.
There is never any question as to whether the miracle is real or not but I found the book so much more complex and darker in some ways than the movie. Don’t want to spoil either but there is a romantic entanglement that happens quite quickly in both book and movie but that feels more sincere in the book. And the mystery at the heart of the novel is much darker in a way that feels true to life. Really enjoyed this highly recommend.
Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
I’ve heard so many people say this book changed their life. I didn’t care for it at all. Frankly I found it kind of confusingly written and not that interesting. IDK, whatever magic it holds for other people it doesn’t hold the same for me, unfortunately.
Effi Briest by Theodor Fontane
I’ve wanted to read this for years but I was pretty disappointed. It’s a quick read about the titular Effi Briest, a lively young teenager who is married to her mother’s former lover in an arranged marriage (gross). Very sad look at the aristocracy and unhappiness in marriage. After I read this I went to the wiki page and found out Fontane based this on a real woman and her life seems so much more interesting than the way Fontane wrote about her.
The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
I went into this mostly blind except for knowing it was a classic and was immediately bowled over. I don’t typically like books from the early 1900s (this was written in 1905), but I found the writing in this remarkably clear and wonderful. It follows a family of Lithuanian immigrants who move to Chicago to try to make it rich and end up entangled in the highly abusive meat packing industry. I would say about 75% of this is completely brilliant. However Sinclair’s admitted reason for writing this book was to promote socialism and then final quarter devolves into really blatant socialist propaganda. Which is fine but doesn’t really do justice to what came before. I will say that it’s interesting reading this book in 2023 when a lot of the same struggles against capitalism exist and the same anti-socialist sentiment prevails in America. I wonder how Sinclair would feel knowing so many of his optimistic predictions failed to come true while so many people struggle with similar financial plights.
A really good snapshot of the early immigrant experience.
When We Lost Our Heads by Heather O’Neill
I absolutely loved this book and I feel pretty strongly it’s destined to be one of my favourite books read in 2023. Set in 1800s Montreal it follows the obsessive friendship between two white upper class anglo girls and how it spells disaster for both of them and everyone in their wake. Very darkly humerous. It also reminded me a lot of both The Crimson Petal & the White and Fingersmith, two books which I also loved. Highly recommend. O’Neill is brilliant and I regret not trying to read her works before.
An Education in Pleasure by Eva Leigh
This is a regency erotic novella about a governess who bangs the young duke she is now employed by (she’s the governess to his sisters). It’s a pretty cute short and sexy read. No notes! 
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morulezopelforever · 2 years ago
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Ein Auszug aus meiner Fic “Die Hand des Fürsten”, die ab heute auf AO3 zu finden ist. 
Das landrätliche Haus war alt und eher kleinbürgerlich, aber der Vorbesitzer hatte einen Anbau mit einem Badezimmer errichten lassen. Viel war es nicht, eine Holzkabine mit einer Trennwand zwischen dem Wasserklosett und der Blechwanne. Letztere hatte einen Abfluss, aber keine Zufuhr, sodass Wasser immer in Eimern herangeschafft werden musste.
Innstetten hatte gerade gebadet und war nun dabei, sich mit einem Leintuch abzutrocknen. Als er sich umsah, um nach seiner sauberen Unterwäsche zu suchen, streifte sein Blick den Spiegel an der Tür. Bevor er sich angewidert umdrehen konnte, hatte er das Tuch fallen gelassen und war er in seinem eigenen Bild gefangen.
Er stand nun im neununddreißigsten Jahre, und das behäbige Leben, das er seit Kriegsende führte, war ihm anzusehen. Korpulent war er nicht, eher leicht unförmig, und seine Brustbehaarung und das namenlose dunkle Dreieck zwischen den Beinen kontrastierten mit seiner milchweißen Haut.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48014098/chapters/121061671
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