Usually, portraits of loved ones are actual live images of them, not of their skeletons. In the flatlands this behavior would have been seen as crude and disturbing, but in the sanatorium, where people walk around with death hovering over their shoulders, it’s acceptable and seems oddly appropriate. A portrait is not only a physical picture of a person, it’s also a representation of their persona. In the sanatorium, a person’s illness isn’t merely an aspect; it’s their whole. Their diseases define them. An x-ray thus doesn’t only present picture of a Clavdia’s skeleton, it also presents an image of her true inner self. It’s a record of everything she has been through, after all “illness… turns [people] into only a body” (Mann,
Usually, portraits of loved ones are actual live images of them, not of their skeletons. In the flatlands this behavior would have been seen as crude and disturbing, but in the sanatorium, where people walk around with death hovering over their shoulders, it’s acceptable and seems oddly appropriate. A portrait is not only a physical picture of a person, it’s also a representation of their persona. In the sanatorium, a person’s illness isn’t merely an aspect; it’s their whole. Their diseases define them. An x-ray thus doesn’t only present picture of a Clavdia’s skeleton, it also presents an image of her true inner self. It’s a record of everything she has been through, after all “illness… turns [people] into only a body” (Mann,