Works
- Ritchie Robertson, ed. (2002). "The Magic Mountain". The Cambridge companion to Thomas Mann. Cambridge University Press. ISBN 978-0-521-65370-1. http://books.google.com/books?id=s2VRTk60m9YC&pg=PA137&lpg=PA137&dq=Michael+Beddow&source=bl&ots=WFLGhJaQTY&sig=3QuOghNGmitqMCq6KmBTdTiozbY&hl=en&ei=2ESiS--7I4S0tgfM2cySCg&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=8&ved=0CBYQ6AEwBzgK#v=onepage&q=Michael%20Beddow&f=false.
- Thomas Mann, Doctor Faustus. Cambridge University Press. 1994. ISBN 978-0-521-37592-4. http://books.google.com/books?id=gqD4RpgDkiMC&printsec=frontcover&dq=Michael+Beddow&hl=en&ei=bEWiS-SgMoG0tgeQxd31CQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CDUQ6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=&f=false.
- Goethe, Faust I, Grant & Cutler, 1986, ISBN 978-0-7293-0261-6
- The fiction of humanity: studies in the Bildungsroman from Wieland to Thomas Mann, Cambridge University Press, 1982, ISBN 978-0-521-24533-3
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