“What sort of creature must he be who merely liked Charlotte, whose whole heart and senses were not entirely absorbed by her”
This reminds me of the kind of sentimental bosh one writes in one’s diary as a seventeen year old. Always madly in love with people who don’t feel the same way, consistently sprouting superlatives and emotions turned up to eleven.
Did I enjoy this, no not really. I feel happy that I’ve crossed off yet another 1001 book from the list, but that is just about it.
Werther is a whiny wimp that really does not appeal to my sensibilities. Perhaps it lost something in translation – who can say? Ultimately, it is a particularly short book and in my opinion- that’s a blessing.
2 out of 5 courtly love traditions leave one cold.