Siddhartha by Hermann HesseMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
One of my favorite teachers in high school insisted that I read this and The Little Prince. I managed to read the latter (and loved it), but never got around to Siddhartha until now, which is bizarre since I generally enjoy the Hesse works I've read. It is very much in the same vein as The Little Prince, so I can see why he recommended them together, but I think I got much more from this book reading it now (as I approach half a century on the planet), than I might have in high school. As I've been exposed to Buddhism through meditation, there were no really big surprises, but the blending of Eastern and Western theologies/references certainly piqued my interest. There are parallels between Gotama and Jesus (as he is described in various texts): "This is a holy man! His ideas may be strange, his words may sound foolish, but his glance and his hand, his skin and his hair, all radiate a purity, peace, serenity, gentleness and saintliness which I have never seen in any man..." (120). The teachings about love that Siddhartha absorbs run in parallel with Christian ideas of agape and caritas, although he certainly engages with eros too. The Campbellian Hero's Journey is obvious, but I loved that the ferryman was such a central and wise figure, as opposed to a grim Charon ferrying souls across the river Styx. Siddhartha's changing relationship to the self is instructive, and it is hard not to close the last page without feeling, perhaps, a bit more equanimity and peace in the knowing of suffering (not the suffering itself) and its role in shaping our selves.
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