Gerda Buddenbrooks berates her husband’s facile taste in music, and also snipes at easy reads.
“A sort of insipid optimism, which, if you met with it in literature, would make you throw down the book with an angry or sarcastic comment. Easy gratification of each unformed wish, prompt satisfaction before the will is even roused – that is what pretty music is like – and it is like nothing else in the world. It is mere flabby idealism.”
—-Thomas Mann, Buddenbrooks