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4.05 AVERAGE
"So you're a music fan? I find it disgusting to be a music fan."
It gripped me through and through. If anyone reads this please talk to me about it.
And as you watch the world go by, ask what of loneliness or belongingness is worth it, if you yourself never came.
Demian, indeed.
It gripped me through and through. If anyone reads this please talk to me about it.
And as you watch the world go by, ask what of loneliness or belongingness is worth it, if you yourself never came.
Demian, indeed.
challenging
dark
inspiring
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
N/A
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dios estaba bueno pero no entendí nada que pena soy muy tonta para estos libros te odio bts
challenging
reflective
slow-paced
اولین‌بار سال ۹۴ که این کتابو خوندم به‌خاطر شباهت زیاد شخصیتش با خودم، مسخ شدم و حس کردم جملات و داستانش قشنگ به تنم چسبیدن، و اولین کتابی بود که این حسو باهاش داشتم؛ اما با دوباره‌خونی الان بعد از ۵ سال، حس کردم اون جادویی که داشت رو از دست داده واسم و دیگه اونقدر تحت‌تاثیر قرارم نداد. تغییر کردم و دیگه اون‌قدرها شبیه سینکلر و به‌دنبال دمیان زندگیم نیستم؛ اما هنوزم به‌نظرم داستان عجیب و ذهن‌مشغول‌کنیه.
بعد قراءة هذه الرواية , قمت بوضع كل كتب المؤلف الأخرى على لائحة قراءتي . رواية رائعة لاأظن أنني سأتجاوزها يوماً .
دميان . تبحث في فلسفة الخير و الشر , في المباديء التي تقوم على أساسها حياة البشر . في الرغبة بالعيش وفقاً لمبادئ ربما كانت تتعارض مع ما اعتاد عليه الناس و ألفوه .
تبدأ الرواية مع سنكلير ,طفل يرى ذنوبه الصغيرة عبئاً يؤرقه و يسرق نومه ليلاً , ذنوبه التي لا تتجاوز الكذب أو سرقة بضع قطع نقدية . ذنوب تجعله يشعر بأنه لا ينتمي لعائلته و لمنزله شبيه المدينة الفاضلة . فهذه الذنوب بالنسبة إليه مهلكة و كافية لإخراجه من عالم الفضائل .
يعيش الفتى في دوامات من الضياع و الخوف إثر كل ذنب يرتكبه , وهو لايدري أنه نظرته لهذه الذنوب كلها ستتغير . بل أن عالمه كله سيتغير عندما يلتقي بذاك الفتى الغامض . دميان . ومن هنا يبدأ جمال الرواية .
دميان . من الروايات التي تستمتع بالحوارات التي فيها أكثر من الأحداث , فهي لا تعج بالأحداث و الدراما , بل هي رواية مركتكزة على قوة الحوارات و الأفكار المطروحة , ففيها جمل قرأتها أكثر من مرة لجمالها أو لعمق فكرة أراد المؤلف إيصالها , وهذا بالضبط نوعي المفضل من الكتب .
مما أعجبني :
الذين هم مثلي و مثلك وحيدون جداً ولكن مازال لدى كل منا زميله الآخر . إن لدينا الرضا السري عن كوننا مختلفين متمردين , راغبين في غير المألوف.
كل شيء بدا وكأنه يمشي حسب نمط قديم , كل إنسان كان يفعل الشيء ذاته . و البهجة المفتعلة على الوجوه الولادية كانت تبدو بشكل مفجع فارغة و مسبقة الصنع. ولكن أنا , على الأقل.كنت حراً.
الروح الحقيقية ستنرز من المعرفة التي يملكها الأفراد المنفصلون كل منهم عن الآخر .
لقد كان من المفرح أن تكون حياً.
أخيراً , دميان من الكتب التي سأعود لقراءتها مرات أخرى مستقبلاً . رواية ممتازة و أنصح بقراءتها جداً .
funny
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
At times Demian feels insightful; at other times Demian feels mystical, which hurts some of the foundation of the insightfulness. I appreciated the emphasis on transcending paradigms, but I would have had further appreciation if Hesse could have kept his paradigm-transcending group from being so cultish. Definitely checked out Buxtehude’s Passacaglia while reading.
I should’ve copied more quotes, but here are some:
“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world” (p. 78).
“Love must not entreat…or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself” (p. 130).
“The only remarkable thing was that I was to share the very personal matter of my fate with so many others, with the whole world in fact” (p. 141).
I should’ve copied more quotes, but here are some:
“The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world” (p. 78).
“Love must not entreat…or demand. Love must have the strength to become certain within itself” (p. 130).
“The only remarkable thing was that I was to share the very personal matter of my fate with so many others, with the whole world in fact” (p. 141).
Unfortunately this popular book by a white man slaps.
"At this point a sharp realization burned within me: each man has his 'function' but none which he can choose himself, define, or perform as he pleases. It was wrong to desire new gods, completely wrong to want to provide the world with something. An enlightened man had but one duty--to seek the way to himself, to reach inner certainty, to grope his way forward, no matter where it led. The realization shook me profoundly, it was the fruit of this experience. I had often speculated with images of the future, dreamed of roles that I might be assigned, perhaps as poet or prophet or painter, or something similar.
"All that was futile. I did not exist to write poems, to preach or to paint, neither I nor anyone else. All of that was incidental. Each man had only one genuine vocation--to find the way to himself. He might end up as a poet or madman, as prophet or criminal--that was not his affair, ultimately it was of no concern. His task was to discover his own destiny--not an arbitrary one--and live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one's own inwardness. The new vision rose up before me, glimpsed a hundred times, possibly even expressed before but now experienced for the first time by me. I was an experiment on the part of Nature, a gamble within the unknown, perhaps for a new purpose, perhaps for nothing, and my only task was to allow this game on the part of primeval depths to take its course, to feel its will within me and make it wholly mine. That or nothing!"
"At this point a sharp realization burned within me: each man has his 'function' but none which he can choose himself, define, or perform as he pleases. It was wrong to desire new gods, completely wrong to want to provide the world with something. An enlightened man had but one duty--to seek the way to himself, to reach inner certainty, to grope his way forward, no matter where it led. The realization shook me profoundly, it was the fruit of this experience. I had often speculated with images of the future, dreamed of roles that I might be assigned, perhaps as poet or prophet or painter, or something similar.
"All that was futile. I did not exist to write poems, to preach or to paint, neither I nor anyone else. All of that was incidental. Each man had only one genuine vocation--to find the way to himself. He might end up as a poet or madman, as prophet or criminal--that was not his affair, ultimately it was of no concern. His task was to discover his own destiny--not an arbitrary one--and live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one's own inwardness. The new vision rose up before me, glimpsed a hundred times, possibly even expressed before but now experienced for the first time by me. I was an experiment on the part of Nature, a gamble within the unknown, perhaps for a new purpose, perhaps for nothing, and my only task was to allow this game on the part of primeval depths to take its course, to feel its will within me and make it wholly mine. That or nothing!"