Max Nordau - Works

Works

  • Pariser Studien und Bilder (Paris studies and sketches, 1878)
  • Seifenblasen (Soap bubbles, 1879)
  • Vom Kreml zur Alhambra (From the Kremlin to the Alhambra, 1880)
  • Paris unter der dritten Republik (Paris under the Third Republic, 1881)
  • Die konventionelle Lügen der Kulturmenschheit, in which he shows what he believes to be the essential falsity of some of the social, ethical and religious standards of modern civilization (Conventional Lies of Society, 1883)
  • Entartung (1892)
  • Paradoxe (Paradoxes, 1885)
  • Die Krankheit des Jahrhunderts (The Malady of the Century, 1887)
  • Seelen Analysen (Analysis of souls, 1892)
  • Die Drohnenschlacht (Battle of the drones, 1897)
  • Gefühlskomödie, a novel (A Comedy of Sentiment, 1891)
  • Der Krieg der Millionen, a drama (The war of the millions, 1882)
  • Das Recht zu lieben, a drama (The right to live, 1893)
  • Die Kugel, a drama (The ball, 1894)
  • Dr. Kuhn, a drama (1898)
  • The Drones Must Die (1899)
  • Zeitgenossiche Franzosen (Contemporary French people, 1901)
  • Morganatic (1904)
  • On Art and Artists (1907)
  • Die Sinn der Geschichte (The sense of history, 1909)
  • Zionistische Schriften (Zionist writings, 1909)
  • Mörchen (Crumbs of ruins, 1910)
  • Der Lebenssport (The sport of life, 1912)

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