Picador USA Steppenwolf

A edição é de bolso em capa dura, contem boas páginas e datilografia. Infelizmente não encontrei o mesmo tipo de edição para outras obras do autor. A obra em si é genial, mas provavelmente não é para todos os públicos.

Da leitura dos clássicos não devemos esperar apenas prazer, mas também sensações antagônicas como angústia, incômodo, inquietação... Qualquer coisa que nos tire da zona de conforto e nos faça crescer como seres humanos. "Steppenwolf" é um clássico urgente!

“I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; the beast astray who finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.”I most likely will not do justice to this book with my review, as this is a novel that is quite complex, with so many layers and levels of meaning to unpack. But, wow, what a strange, enlightening experience and journey reading this novel is! This is definitely a novel that leaves the reader contemplating and reflecting, as it is a very ponderous, deep, and symbolic journey we embark on. We have a literal meaning, but we also have an allegorical meaning. I think that in many ways, this book in its barest and most simplistic way, is about finding oneself and meaning in one’s life, and keeping on in the game of life even in the moments of a severely depressive state. (The novel’s message goes exceptionally deeper than this, though).Of all the novels, Hesse said of his novel that it was the one that was most often misinterpreted. I read the author’s note in the introduction and Hesse states “This book, no doubt, tells of griefs and needs; still it is not a book of a man despairing, but of a man believing.”Harry Haller, a lonely, reclusive, and depressed individual, leaves behind a manuscript that tells of his existence. Dubbing himself a “Steppenwolf,” he explains that he is a man of two (and sometimes more) natures. Quite a bit of the novel explores the depths of how these two natures, himself and the “beast” within himself, are continually clashing, seemingly forever at odds with each other within Harry’s conscience.At one point, while in a state of disillusion and with impending thoughts of suicide, Harry happens to see an intriguing and mysterious sign on a door about a “Magic Theater.” He later, in his distress, meets an intriguing woman named Hermine, who opens his eyes to his current state of mind, and helps him shed some of his former self and open himself to a new existence. By parts, she introduces him to the bourgeois lifestyle, teaches him to dance, and in a way, opens up a new world to him.However, the narrative takes on a mystical, surrealistic, and existential atmosphere and ambience in the latter portions. We readers perhaps question what is real and what is illusion. The culminating section, when Harry enters the Magic Theater, takes on almost a dreamlike, fantastical, psychedelic sequence, and there is quite a bit of symbolism to take in and put together.Steppenwolf is a very complex, deeply thought-provoking read, which will give a reader plenty to contemplate about. I admit that I am still trying to put all the pieces together. If you are into books with deep psychology or getting into the makeup of a character, the inner workings of their minds, this is definitely a book I would recommend.

A 300 page book I read in two days. Interesting story with great self descriptions of a man torn away from society into himself and his two personas, Harry Haller and the Steppenwolf. Harry Haller is the bourgeois self, who is an intellectual, thinker and socially "normal" man and Steppenwolf is the rebel self who rebels from mediocre bourgeois living and is an angry skeptic. He then meets others, including intimacy with women, who also came to the same conclusions of life's emptiness through their personas, although they come from the superficial world of desires and pleasures, which is the majority of society.The book continues through the struggles of Harry's troubled self personas and encounters he occurs. Ultimately, it is the recognition of the self, the persona(s) that are not anymore as serious and rather humorous. This is because the acknowledgment comes from a new awareness that the self is a construction of many different personas which are all part of a game, and the idea of a game suggests the illusion we carry in the seriousness of the role we play, the persona we emulate. It's an amazing self insight that allows him to perceive his life apart from his self-made, man-made personas that are only creations of the self and societal structures, cultural conditioning and linguistic formations. This of course, includes all philosophies, all political and religious ideologies and recognizes their transient nature adapting to the current societal structure of the time. It is a revelation from the self, an escape from the ego, a release from the illusionary selves that the majority of the world are unaware and who take their personas as "real" and fail to see the multiplicity of the self and that our personas are in reality illusions we create. And this is all realized under the Magic Theater - Entrance Not For Everybody - For Madmen Only! - The Cost, Your Mind. The entry and experience into this theater happens at the end of the novel by drinking a potion and smoking some secret herb rolled up in yellow rolling paper, which can no doubt be psychedelic drugs or similar drugs that enabled Harry to obtain the ability to let go of his illusionary self and open the doors of perception to see the multiplicities of reality and their relative positions.This insight is also that of the 1960's Harvard University professor, guru, psychologist and author, Timothy Leary, who found the use of LSD and psychedelics enabled him and many others, including intellectuals, professors, theologians, divinity students, historians and eventually much of the public, to also enter higher portions of reality, recognizing their limited egos, beyond their illusionary personas to perceive that the Magic Theater is the theater that reveals the many games we and our society play, the many chess pieces we both consciously and unconsciously create in the chessboards of life and that the majority, the power and control people, reject this adamantly, entirely living for the seriousness of their illusionary personas in rationalism and language as the only true reality, resulting in the dominating others, including that of the governments who start bloody wars and pass laws that curb and even destroy creativity.Harry Haller - Steppenwolf - experienced a new found wisdom, pages 129 and 131: "I lived through much in Pablo's little (Magic) theater and not a thousandth part can be told in words. . . When I rose once more to the surface of the unending stream of allurement and vice and entanglement, I was calm and silent, I was equipped, far gone in knowledge, wide, expert - ripe for Hermaine (his last love) . . I belong to her not just as this one piece in my game of chess - I belonged to her wholly. I would now lay out the pieces in my game that all was centered in here and led to fulfillment."What must be recognized is that while life takes on personas and still, unmoving snapshots of reality and interprets them as absolutes, it still can not hide what is behind such still frames of perception; the moving flow of multifaceted reality, the relative nature of perception. But this can only be so if people stop becoming so serious in their chess games, cease being critics, experts and trash their beliefs in absolutes - "Better learn to listen first! Learn what is to be taken seriously and laugh at the rest." p. 143 The music we hear may be distorted and may not conform to our perceptions, but it can never hide the eternal music of life that exists within it. While many of us have the courage to die for our errors and crimes, we don't have the courage to fully live, anotherwards, we don't know how to to laugh and apprehend the humor of life, to see the relative nature and meanings of the distorted music, and recognize that all of life's perceptions have serious limitations and must not be taken as absolute truths.Oh, and one more thought. A thought that keeps haunting me is the laughing Haller envisions Mozart as doing, a mad, insane laughter and I sense inside this myself. Life, while beautiful, is truly a painful tragedy, a fightening, suffering existence that deteroriates into death. Without having absolutes to lean on, the human's ability of humor and comedy counter act and balance the psyche. That's the insane, mad, overwhelming laughter. That's the antedote of our awareness to the transient nature of all our relative truths. We see the contradictions, lighten up and laugh, although this laugh comes from the depths of our soul.

I rarely encounter a text that challenges my reading skills as much as this one did—but that does not mean that I didn’t appreciate Hesse’s examination of modern life and its irresolvable absurdities. I suspect that much of this brief but dense novel eluded me, so I will share here assorted musings rather than a focused review…• Existence in the modern era is problematized by multifaceted identities, which are sometimes misconstrued as binary or twin identities. Harry, the protagonist, first considers his own identity as split between bourgeois man and savage wolf, yet he comes to perceive an endless number of selves that constitute his identity.• Nothing—whether physical/concrete or abstract/theoretical— can exist without its opposite.• Harry’s story is heavily impacted by perspective. The novel is a nested narrative without closure or resolution. The first narrator, who is the nephew of Harry’s landlord, introduces us to Harry and inevitably influences our opinion of him before we meet him or experience his own narrative, which is then interrupted by a “Treatise on the Steppenwolf,” a manuscript penned by an absolute stranger who purports to “know” Harry. Once Harry resumes control of the narrative, he has become preoccupied with the relative accuracy of the stranger’s perceptions to the extent that he questions his own knowledge of himself. Perhaps this self-doubt characterizes the dilemma of modern existence.• Much of Harry’s story reminded me of Sartre’s “The Myth of Sisyphus”; both texts consider the absurdity of modern life and the futility of suicide.Ultimately, Steppenwolf is not a conventional novel with a carefully constructed plot and sharply drawn characters. Every element of this text teems with ambiguity and philosophical reflection. It is a struggle, yes, but definitely one worth engaging—like life itself.