Reader, listener, book consumer.
Almost halfway through the book, I still found the book to be largely self-indulgent, self-pitying rhetoric, intermingled with scathing criticism of the bourgoise existence. Hesse's racist comments on the "primitive n----r" on which he bases his animal-like alter-ego analogy does not endear him to me either. A product of Nazi Germany, one would have hoped for more insight almost 2 decades later. He holds eastern religion in high regard, but one has to wonder if he had as much regard for the easteners themselves. It does not hold much value to its listeners.
The book is no more than a maturing man's search for enjoyment and acceptance in this life, as a means to prevent himself from committing suicide. In this quest he searches through all vices, including all the sexual vices. In the end he is nothing but another druggee on a high, subjecting his lamentable listeners to his 'mad' ravings.
Interesting story. It gets off to a slow start. I like the reader's pace in general, but Hesse has some very dense material in the book (though it is fiction), and there were several times that I ended up listening to a passage several times to get the full depth of meaning. Essentially, a very interesting book that I recommend, but possibly not best suited to the audiobook format. Nevertheless, an enjoyable listen.
I could not listen to the narrator drone on and on with his deep monologue voice. Made it impossible to listen to this wonderful novel by Hesse. Too bad.
Ageing intellectual Harry Haller checks out of his attic rooms in a post-WWI German city leaving behind his "records" which constitute the bulk of this novel. They begin as the musings of a divided man: Harry struggles to reconcile the wild primeval "wolf" inside him and the rational, well-mannered, civilized self he presents to the world. He despises the banality of bourgeois life and yet nonetheless longs for its numbing comforts. Each side of his divided nature loathes the other, leaving him hovering between them in spiritual and social paralysis. He can do little more than wander the streets at night, too afraid to go home because he might take the razor to his throat. But everything changes when he meets the mysterious Hermine who wants to teach him to dance... As Hesse points out in a note to this Picador edition, his best loved work is also his most commonly misunderstood one. It isn't so much the book of a man despairing, as of a man believing. Through his relationships with Hermine, Maria and the handsome musician Pablo - and a climactic visitation to the Magic Theatre which has all the depraved beauty, nightmare logic and existential resonance of a David Lynch film - Harry comes to understand and accept the multiplicity of the personality as being ultimately inconsequential. There is a second, higher, indestructible world beyond the Steppenwolf and his problematic life. Ultimately, this novel is a call to connect with the positive, serene, super-personal and timeless reality behind the ridiculous play of life's daily round. It's there all the time, just as we can still hear the genius of Mozart though his music be channelled through a phonograph. Genius survives the transmission, and so it is with the human spirit.
I was instantly transported to the time I read this as a kid and recall why I loved Hesse's books so much. Wonderfully read. An important book for the intellectually curious.
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This book is not bad per se... But I got bored halfway through. It started out well, and I had high expectations. I was recommended to read this book as a counterweight to Ayn Rands writings and philosophy. I must say Atlas Shrugged for me beats Steppenwolf by many many miles. It's like Atlas Shrugged is jampacked from start to finish, and really has something to say. Steppenwolf on the other hand is quite slow going. The moral of the story is fine, but nevertheless; I got bored with it. Maybe I'm just more into direct language than metaphors.
This was a book I had always thought about reading but never got around to. The story itself, I think, is good for its genre, but the narration will put you to sleep in about 5 minutes. (I believe I am being generous with that last statement.) I like Peter Weller the actor, but his narration is so awful it is a struggle to get through this book. Mr. Weller sounds so incredibly bored reading this book in a virtual monotone it is absolutely horrid. Don't bother listening to this. Pick up the book and read it yourself if you must. You'll be much happier.
Since english is not my mother-language I found it difficult to follow the story 100%. The story itself is also difficult, so I will listen to the book one more time.