A new translation by David Horrocks.
At first sight Harry Haller seems like a respectable, educated man. In reality he is the Steppenwolf: wild, strange, alienated from society and repulsed by the modern age. But as he is drawn into a series of dreamlike and sometimes savage encounters - accompanied by, among others, Mozart, Goethe and the bewitching Hermione - the misanthropic Haller discovers a higher truth, and the possibility of happiness. This haunting portrayal of a man who feels he is half-human and half-wolf became a counterculture classic for a disaffected generation. Yet it is also a story of redemption, and an intricately-structured modernist masterpiece. This is the first new translation of Steppenwolf for over eighty years, returning to the fresh, authentic language of Hesse's original.
La verdad es que algunas partes me han encantado y me han dado mucho que pensar. Además, siempre es agradable leer cuando la habilidad del escritor se percibe en cada línea, como es el caso de Hesse. Sin embargo he tardado siglos en terminarlo (seguramente sea la novela más densa que he leído nunca) y la parte surrealista del final, que parece ser una de las cosas más aclamadas de este libro, a mi me ha horrorizado. Quizá no estaba lo suficientemente receptiva, quizá tenga que volver a intentarlo en otra ocasión... Sintiéndolo mucho, lo devuelvo a la estantería indefinidamente....Continua
It's a very introspective and reflective book. It is based on the many reflections a person can have during his/her life; some of them are strongly universal, while some others are individual, personal and only the people with a certain mood can really feel it.
You must be suited for this book.
I really like the main characters, Harry and Hermine, but of course the development of the book is based on Harry, his experiences, both lived and skipped, and the discovery of a new side of life which is brought to him by Hermine.
I'd appreciate a different end, maybe more realistic and pragmatic;however it completes the travel among the thousands souls of Harry (or the person, universally speaking).
A book of philosophy and poetry, disguised as a novel, as a poem in prose. To be read a few pages at a time, and then to be meditated upon, and then picked up again. And read on, and taste what is truth and beauty, and discover (or remember) that living might be an exercise of freedom, even freedom from the self. They don't write novels like these anymore, I'm afraid......Continua