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3.78 AVERAGE
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
slow-paced
تا حدی دوست داشتم این کتاب رو . البته قبلا جایی توضیحی از این کتاب خوانده بودم و به خاطر همون هم مشتاق شدم که این کتاب رو تهیه کنم و بخونم ولی خب این کتاب شبیه اون چیزی که راجع بهش خونده بودم نبود! ولی در کل دوستش داشتم. سبک بالی و خوشحالی و آزادی های کنولپ، چیزیه که خیلی ها دوست دارن تو زندگی بتونن تجربه ش کنن! اینکه وقتی خانه ی دوستش مهمان بود به دوستش خیانت نکرد رو دوست داشتم. اینکه هر جایی برای خودش دوستانی داشت و همه آدمهایی که میشناختنش به گرمی ازش استقبال میکردند و خاطرات خوبی باهاش داشتند رو دوست داشتم. اما داستانی که از بچگیش گفت و اتفاقاتی که باعث عوض شدن مسیر زندگیش شده بود غم انگیز و تلخ بود...
Men like Knulp are not useful, but they are less dangerous than most of the ones that are useful. When someone like Knulp, gifted with soul and talent, doesn't find his place in the world, the world is as much as guilty as Knulp himself.
take Hermann Hesse when it's a necessity for the soul & he will bring peace of mind
Knulp is an extremely likeable character and what impressed me most about this book is how Hesse could evoke in me the very same feeling towards his central character that everyone else in the story had. On paper and in society’s eyes, this man is a failure: dropping out of school despite huge potential, abandoning his family to live a life of a vagrant wanderer; living hand-to-mouth and never working; journeying from friend to friend taking advantage of their hospitality and charity; upping and leaving when he longs once more for solitude, sometimes without so much as a goodbye; refraining from any intimate friendships or relationships. Yet despite all this, Knulp is extremely likeable, disarming and charming and everyone is happy to have him stay, share his company and are even envious of his carefree existence which seems to pale their own ordered and responsibility-ridden lives. As the reader I too was happy to follow his life and spend my time with him. But in direct contrast to what I’ve just said, it is when Knulp eschews his philosophical musings later in the book that we see a melancholy beneath his free-spirited existence:
‘The most beautiful things, I think, give us something else beside pleasure; they leave us with a feeling of sadness or fear... to me there’s nothing more beautiful than fireworks in the night. There are blue and green fireballs, they rise up in the darkness, and at the height of their beauty they double back and they’re gone. When you watch them, you’re happy but at the same time afraid, because in a moment it will be over. The happiness and fear go together and it’s much more beautiful than if it lasted longer.’
‘Every human being has his soul, he can’t mix it with any other. Two people can meet, they can talk with one another, they can be close together. But their souls are like flowers, each rooted to its place. One can’t go to another, because it would have to break away from its roots, and that it can’t do.’
We experience three points in his story at and learn his attitude to life at each point. Once as a youngish man staying at a friends house, once a little older and through the eyes of the chapters narrator who learns of why Knulp came to be a vagrant and finally close to the end of his life where he is terminally ill and wanting to see his home village for one last time.
I read Hesse’s Siddhartha a couple of years ago and wasn’t too blown away by it but this was a subtle and powerful book that I really enjoyed. It was an astute portrait of a peaceful and intriguing man. Well worth a read.
‘The most beautiful things, I think, give us something else beside pleasure; they leave us with a feeling of sadness or fear... to me there’s nothing more beautiful than fireworks in the night. There are blue and green fireballs, they rise up in the darkness, and at the height of their beauty they double back and they’re gone. When you watch them, you’re happy but at the same time afraid, because in a moment it will be over. The happiness and fear go together and it’s much more beautiful than if it lasted longer.’
‘Every human being has his soul, he can’t mix it with any other. Two people can meet, they can talk with one another, they can be close together. But their souls are like flowers, each rooted to its place. One can’t go to another, because it would have to break away from its roots, and that it can’t do.’
We experience three points in his story at and learn his attitude to life at each point. Once as a youngish man staying at a friends house, once a little older and through the eyes of the chapters narrator who learns of why Knulp came to be a vagrant and finally close to the end of his life where he is terminally ill and wanting to see his home village for one last time.
I read Hesse’s Siddhartha a couple of years ago and wasn’t too blown away by it but this was a subtle and powerful book that I really enjoyed. It was an astute portrait of a peaceful and intriguing man. Well worth a read.