Sadly, such qualities probably serve to disqualify Mann from his rightful place in the modern pantheon - these days, allegory and allusion remain in currency only through their occasional appearance as ironic relics. Full appreciation requires at least a layman’s familiarity with a wide breadth of classical and historical allusions. As with many eminently readable authors, it is simply that Mann’s books are of a type no longer widely appreciated, and only very rarely produced anymore. Hans Castorp had neither one nor the other of these and thus he must be considered mediocre, though in an entirely honourable sense.That Thomas Mann has fallen out of fashion is no real surprise. In an age that affords no satisfying answer to the eternal question of 'Why?' 'To what end?' a man who is capable of achievement over and above the expected modicum must be equipped either with a moral remoteness and single-mindedness which is rare indeed and of heroic mould, or else with an exceptionally robust vitality. Now, if the life about him, if his own time seems, however outwardly stimulating, to be at bottom empty of such food for his aspirations if he privately recognises it to be hopeless, viewless, helpless, opposing only a hollow silence to all the questions man puts, consciously or unconsciously, yet somehow puts, as to the final, absolute, and abstract meaning in all his efforts and activities then, in such a case, a certain laming of the personality is bound to occur, the more inevitably the more upright the character in question a sort of palsy, as it were, which may extend from his spiritual and moral over into his physical and organic part. All sorts of personal aims, hopes, ends, prospects, hover before the eyes of the individual, and out of these he derives the impulse to ambition and achievement. He may regard the general, impersonal foundations of his existence as definitely settled and taken for granted, and be as far from assuming a critical attitude towards them as our good Hans Castorp really was yet it is quite conceivable that he may none the less be vaguely conscious of the deficiencies of his epoch and find them prejudicial to his own moral well-being. “A man lives not only his personal life, as an individual, but also, consciously or unconsciously, the life of his epoch and his contemporaries.

The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann