Peter Camenzind by Hermann Hesse My rating: 5 of 5 stars Oh wow. Hesse's first novel and its content is as filled with with as much insight into love and life as any of his later works: "Where love is concerned, I must confess to having remained a child all my life. For love for women has always been for me a purifying act of devotion - a tall flame mounting upward from my melancholy, praying hands stretched towards the blue heavens. Prompted by my love for my mother and vague feelings within, I have always honoured the female sex as a strange and mysterious race superior to the male by virtue of its inherent beauty and singleness of being and one and to be regarded as divine because, like the stars and blue mountain peaks, it is remote from us and seems nearer to heaven." And there's even the sort of spiritual wisdom you find in later works such as Siddhartha and Steppenwolf: "Once more I suddenly realised that death is a wise and good brother who knows the right moment and on whom we can confidently depend. I began to understand that sorrow, disappointments and sadness do not exist to distress us, to make us worthless and undignified, but rather to bring us to a full state of maturity and enlightenment". Highly recommendable as with all Hesse's works. Everything this man wrote was pure esoteric gold usually only reserved for the likes of deeply mystical texts. His works are as philosophically illuminating as anything produced in the late 19th and early 20th century, from both the west and the east, and this novel serves as a true testament to that. View all my reviews











