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Protagonista è il giovane EmiI Sinclair, caduto sotto l'influsso di un cattivo compagno di scuola, Franz Kromer, che lo spinge a ingannare i genitori, rubare e discendere la china del peccato. Sarà un altro compagno, Max Demian, che sembra vivere fuori del tempo o uscire da un passato senza età, ad attrarre Sinclair e a liberarlo dal nefasto influsso di Kromer, guidandoloProtagonista è il giovane EmiI Sinclair, caduto sotto l'influsso di un cattivo compagno di scuola, Franz Kromer, che lo spinge a ingannare i genitori, rubare e discendere la china del peccato. Sarà un altro compagno, Max Demian, che sembra vivere fuori del tempo o uscire da un passato senza età, ad attrarre Sinclair e a liberarlo dal nefasto influsso di Kromer, guidandolo verso una concezione della vita straordinariamente complessa e misteriosa....

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Demian Reviews

  • Paquita Maria Sanchez
    2019-04-08 08:38

    Star-ratings are funny little things.* At the risk of putting words into your collective binary mouth, let me tell you how it goes with a (for loss of a better word) "good" know, one that you finish all too quickly and must lick your fingers and frantically flip back several pages in order to absorb the end once more, this time wholly, slowly, meditatively. At last accepting that you have experienced the novel's final message, that final flash of imagery both resolute and interpretively open-ended, you gingerly set your paperback down (this isn't the Ritz, folks) feeling slightly dizzy, buzzy-brained, shifty-eyed, and maybe even a bit physically fatigued. Immediately you find yourself absorbed in thoughts of how much this book meant to you within the context of the particular time that it chose to stroll into your life, specifically its impact on your sense of self both internal and external (who you are to you, who you seem to others, how you feel that you appear to the world and how that actually manifests itself in your thoughts and actions...all, I assure you/me, vastly different animals). If you were lucky in your selection of purchased/borrowed/stolen/traded book, this thought process will go on for several hours or even days. You may go out and have drinks with friends, you may go make an ass out of yourself at a dance party, you may go on a date (if anyone does THAT anymore) to a movie, concert, or art show, but that book (again, if you're lucky) is still with you like the taste of phlegm in the back of your throat, like the subtle but ever-present pangs of self-doubt and squelched dreams, like thoughts of what you shoulda woulda coulda said to a bully in third grade or during a fight with a friend or foe sometime last week. There that novel is, gently rapping at your chamber door. You engage with others, but a part of you is not there. This is the important part of you, the contemplative self striving for your soul's resolution, for answers to a myriad of unnameable questions whose answers are all riddles. Hesse struggled with this as we all, my neurotic friends, all too often do. In the process of analyzing the books in his life, from religious texts to Jungian psychology to the philosophical musings of Nietzsche, Hesse found an anchor for the quietly screaming, ever-present thoughts stirred within himself by the written word. For Hesse, it would appear, the answer was in fact hidden within the question. To regain his spiritual and mental equilibrium that had been cast asunder by books, Hesse funneled his scattered thoughts through the physical act of literature itself. He is arguably a meditative writer, forcing his greatest confusions onto the page as if they are fact, editing and re-editing until he finds his own brand of truth. In his quest for contentment, he has provided answers for many others. This was not his goal, however, as can be seen in the fact that he did not even initially publish this novel under his (at the time as much, if not even more than now) highly-recognizable name. All the same, many people claim stock in the Hesse cult, seeing him not as a path to self-questioning, but as a source for answers akin to the Bible or the Eight-fold Path. I do not take Hesse's words as scripture. I do not think that he would have wanted it that way. His novels ask questions of himself, provide answers to himself, and then shake the reader and say "but never mind what I said. Just who the hell are YOU, friend?" I realize that this may all sound too overblown, like I'm trying to give you some sort of hammy "I'll never let go" Titanic finale-esque analysis of a relatively short and fairly dated novel. Please, do me the favor of bearing in mind that my words concerning the "Cult of Hesse" (the Hessians? No?)are all of the reasons that I was skeptical about reading Hesse's work to begin with. You see, it's a problem with sentimentality. I have this stubborn tendency to avoid overwhelmingly revered as "spiritually liberating" novels and films out of a very specific fear. What if I'm unmoved like a rock, like an iiiiiiiiiisland? I've always been so stern toward fictional worlds, and while I will let music move me to epic fits of tears, only three films (Titanic...KIDDING!) have made me weep in my life: Schindler's List (as a sorostitute-blogger would say, "totz obvi"), Dancer in the Dark (because FUCK) and Heavenly Creatures (which I definitely chalk up to a horrible case of Bronchitis, a whole bottle of liquid codeine, and the post-High School graduation "what the fuck NOW" jitters). Basically, dripping-with-sorrowful-sentimentality-films make me feel cold. I fear that such a book may do worse. However, having as of late been of a S.A.D.-inspired, melancholy disposition, I decided to dim the lights, hush the crowd, draw the curtain open and say "alright Herman, take it away!"I am certainly glad that I did. This novel opened up several padlocked, bullet-proof doors in my chest, asking me to reanalyze what had really been bothering me. In this quest for self-awareness, we often see ourselves in an idealized fashion, constantly acknowledging what we could be without really recognizing that we actually aren't yet. Sure, we make plans...and we know that we could follow through with them, but we (more often than not) never do. It's always an obligation of tomorrow, something we will take care of later, an inevitable path that we subconsciously feel (due to its presumed inevitability) that we don't have to really struggle for as it will one day just pop itself in our lap like a stray cat looking for a home. Unfortunately, it is never, nor will it ever be, that easy. For many of us, it one day hits you like a cannonball that you were wrong, that you are not the you that you see you to be, and this crushing realization can often times cause you to implode. Sometimes we stay in this defeated state for far too long. We make all the wrong choices in order to hush the monster inside, rather than facing it a la David versus Goliath or the Joe versus the Volcano or whatever analogy you like. This listless wandering, this pain-numbing can go on for months or years or even entire lifetimes. But SOMETIMES something bitch-slaps you awake. In short, this novel woke me up. In his struggle for awareness, for personal equilibrium, the protagonist suffered through many of the same gestures as the rest of we lost souls. You try friends. You try drugs and drink. You try religion or philosophy or boyfriends or girlfriends, all to no avail. Why? Because the answer is there inside of you. You just have to stop day-dreaming, stop small-time scheming through your days. You have to make self-actualization a project, and you have to roll up your sleeves and dig deep. It will hurt. You will sweat. But that's what it takes, and it's probably better that way.*Today, as you may have noticed either by my long-winded review or the more obvious rating-meter at the top of the page, this book is a five star for me personally. TODAY. I largely chalk this up to the cosmos aligning in pitch-perfect timing in my choosing to read it. Maybe I will change my mind one day. Maybe you will read it and feel that I've read too much into it. Whatever. Like I said, star-ratings are funny things, and constantly must bow to the whims of the mind of the reader.

  • Alexxy
    2019-04-01 05:49

    I'm going to read this book, so maybe I can understand what the hell is going on with BTS's new teasers.Look what you've done to me BigHit! Look!

  • RandomAnthony
    2019-03-25 07:39

    Hermann Hesse's Demian influenced me more than just about any book although I haven't read the novel in twenty years. Through my late teens and early twenties I searched out every Hesse book I could find, including the rarities, journals, letters, etc., going as far as to ferret out European editions in a Berlin bookstore on a solo trip as much influenced by Hesse as cheap airfare. My initial college experiences (three institutions in six semesters) ended badly. I became depressed and, although I had friends, spent much of my time isolated with books. My hostile, unsupportive parents created a tense, unsafe environment. The future looked bleak. I was terrified.But I had Hesse. And many of the Hesse protagonists reminded my sad, desperate ass of myself. I eventually finished college, scraped out an existence, and learned to survive. Later a woman graciously and sympathetically agreed to marry me. We moved to Wisconsin. When packing up the apartment for the trek north I crated the Hesse books and didn't return to the author for twenty years.A few weeks back I spotted a decent Demian edition, with the Thomas Mann introduction, for a couple bucks at a Borders closing sale. I read the book over seven illness-ridden gray spring days. And while my perceptions of the novel changed, of course, with the passing decades, Hesse's vision once again earned my appreciation.Sinclair, the novel's narrator, is a German teenager transitioning from the warm, safe glow of his childhood world into a much scarier adulthood. He tries to follow the rules but feels himself called to something other than the town status quo. In school he meets a new student, the mysterious, adult and somewhat feminine Demian. Sinclair, through Demian, learns of the individuals with the “Mark of Cain.” These people are special; they can't feel fulfilled within the normal societal context and must look elsewhere for meaning. Sinclair spends much of his time alone, feels loss and terror, and almost fails out of boarding school. Do you see why this setup was attractive to a teenager who felt like he couldn't stand ten minutes in a room with his parents and couldn't pass his first university courses? I wanted to feel as if my isolation and third-rate social skills had meaning and set me apart with a purpose I couldn't comprehend. Demian and Sinclair separate after graduation and the latter experiments with alcoholic hazes before falling under the influence of a new mentor, the benevolent but drunken and limited church organist Pistorus. Sinclair paints and creates a vision of a bird breaking out of the egg as metaphor for his own process. I wanted so badly to embody that bird, to prove my failures as something deeper than incompetence. Sinclair catches up with Demian near the start of what seems to be the second world war, and when they next part they declare themselves part of a new vanguard who will help reshape the world after the military convulsions. Demian is flawed. Some passages rely on vague, mythic language that mires in mystical and somewhat frustrating possibilities; in other words, one could accuse Hesse of taking the easy way out by framing Demian's insight as near indescribable. And when Sinclair and Hesse “call” each other the pair somehow telepathically sense the need to meet. This magic, romantic power is easier to describe than anything tangible and even as a teenager I knew this type of interaction was beyond my capabilities and probably bullshit. And when Demian says things like “The new world has begun and the new world will be terrible for those clinging to the old. What will you do?” he benefits from the lack of detail. But none of that mattered to me twenty, twenty-five years back. Hesse portrayed identity-challenged young men who struggled on the edge of mainstream daily existence and hoped for something more. And while I can see the inherent romanticism and frustrating pseudo-spiritualism with older, calmer eyes, I still feel the pull of Hesse's work. Without Demian and similar books I would have lacked a voice for emotions I couldn't articulate on my own; Hesse's work became a framework around which I could see potential self-value at a time in my life when I was precariously close to a feeling worthless. And while I can position Demian as a novel that resonates differently with me at forty-one than at nineteen, I recognize the camaraderie inherent in this book with a part of me that will never completely disappear. Demian is intrinsic to my narrative vocabulary and always will be. The vestiges of Hesse's influences are subtle but still present; while I like to think I would search for meaning in what I do, beyond convention, without ever reading Hesse, his work provided form and foundation, however mystical, on which I could build as I grew older and (hopefully) more capable. Thank you, Mr. Hesse, for being there when I needed you most.

  • Jenn(ifer)
    2019-04-06 13:37

    I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult? This quote stands alone on the very first page of the novel, and it tells you all you need to know. I loved this book. I want to make you love it. I sit here at this keyboard and try to write, yet after reading this exquisite novel, everything I have to say sounds trite. I type. I delete. Type some more. Delete. Nothing I say is adequate. I feel like I live inside Hermann Hesse’s thoughts. All of my struggles – with morality and purpose and meaning – they were his struggles too. There were moments while reading this book where I just closed the pages, closed my eyes and thought, “Wow. I just want to live in THIS moment. Suddenly, everything is clear. I don’t want to read anymore or think anymore or talk anymore. I just want to experience THIS.” So profound was his writing that I can’t even manage to explain it to you. It's visceral. There were moments where that cognitive dissonance that I’m constantly battling just stopped… It was like a bright light was shone on all my dark tendencies and I could clearly see my true nature. Sincerely, it was that profound for me. I want it to be profound for you, too. Because then maybe, just maybe, we will understand each other.You are only afraid if you are not in harmony with yourself… A whole society composed of men afraid of the unknown within them! They all sense that the rules they live by are no longer valid, that they live according to archaic laws – neither their religion nor their mortality is in any way suited to the needs of the present.Everyone who ponders, seeks, wonders, philosophizes… everyone who Thinks should read this book.

  • Ahmad Sharabiani
    2019-03-25 07:47

    Demian: Die Geschichte einer Jugend = Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair's Youth, Hermann Hesse تاریخ نخستین خوانش: ماه آگوست سال 1974 میلادیعنوان: دمیان : سرگذشت جوانی امیل سینکلر؛ اثر: هرمان هسه؛ مترجم: خسرو رضایی؛ تهران، بنگاه ترجمه، 1346؛ در 263 ص؛ زیر نظر: احسان یارشاطر؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، جامی، علمی فرهنگی، 1386؛ در 200 ص؛ شابک: 9645620457؛ چاپ سوم 1392؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان آلمانی - قرن 20 معنوان: دمیان؛ اثر: هرمان هسه؛ مترجم: لیلی بوربور؛ تهران، فرس، 1363؛ در 239 ص؛ عنوان: دمیان؛ اثر: هرمان هسه؛ مترجم: محمد بقایی (ماکان)؛ تهران، انتشارات تهران، 1371؛ در 258 ص؛ شابک: ایکس - 964560950؛ چاپ دوم 1372؛ چاپ پنجم 1385؛ چاپ ششم 1388؛ هفتم 1393؛ شابک: 9789645609502؛ عنوان: دمیان؛ اثر: هرمان هسه؛ مترجم: عبدالحسین شریفیان؛ تهران، اساطیر، 1374؛ در 197 ص؛ شابک: 9645960266؛ چاپ دوم 1375؛ چاپ چهارم 1385؛ من گرگ دشتها در میان برفها همه جا در پهنای دنیا سرگردانم؛ داستانی مربوط به دوران نوجوانی نویسنده است که خود را در آن سینکلر نامیده‌ است، نامی که در آغاز نویسندگی به عنوان تخلص خود انتخاب کرده بود. این داستان نخستین بار در سال 1919 میلادی منتشر شد. دمیان را حدیث نفس انسان دانسته‌ اند، حسب حال ایامی از عمر آدمی؛ که معمولاً در چنبره ی ارزش‌های قراردادی محبوس می‌شود، و هرگزی مجال ظهور نمی‌یابد. ا. شربیانی

  • Rowena
    2019-04-06 05:56

    "But every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again. That is why every man's story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of every consideration."It's quite timely that I read this one so soon after reading Zweig's tale ( Burning Secret ) about a young boy leaving childhood. This book followed a similar thread, a boy named Emil goes through his personal journey of becoming, and it definitely goes into more depth. Unlike Zweig's book, our protagonist comes of age in the real world, not in an isolated setting, and he does so with a sort of spiritual guide, a curious boy named Demian. I haven't read Hesse since I was a teenager and I think this book would have been even more impactful to me at that time, when I was trying to discover myself and choose my path. Even so, I really did enjoy this book and I found myself relating so much to this little German boy, something I never expected to be able to do.Entering the mind of a child on the journey to find out who he or she is, something I hadn't thought of for a long time, was very interesting because it's so easy to forget that we all go through this phase, a time of pain or angst for many when we lose our innocence, learn new things, discover new philosophies, and struggle to find meaning. I felt I could relate more to the younger Emil, which makes sense because he and I chose very different paths. Hesse is very philosophical and I enjoyed the conversation on spirituality and dualism although I can’t necessarily say I agreed with them. I was left with several thought-provoking quotes, some I will include here: "I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.""Each man's life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path.""Examine a person closely enough and you know more about him than he does himself.'"I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult?”

  • karen
    2019-04-05 10:40

    i am so glad i give authors three books to make me love them. this was hesses last chance to woo me, and he really almost got a five-star valentine from me, but we will call it a four and a half - must be a little coy, after all. this is a book that i would love to go back in time and give myself upon graduating from high school. i would love to know whether it would have made me more or less insufferable than i am now. because i could see it going either way, at seventeen. i could see myself taking this as a cautionary tale, in a way, or i could see myself going whole hog into some sort of mystical, quasi-intellectual liter-orgical spree and alienating everyone around me. i can see myself smoking a pipe and holding court with my philosophies and my revelations ohhhh my revelations. as it is, i held no court - i just finished it on the subway, took moll flanders out of my bag, and started reading that, in some quiet bookish equivalent to chain-smoking. but o what could have been...

  • Ahmed Oraby
    2019-04-12 13:47

    إننا لا نصل أبدًا، لكن طرقنا تتقاطع

  • Ehsan
    2019-04-09 05:40

    قرأت حول هرمان هسه في كتاب اللامنتمي، وقرأت عن اللامنتمي في كتاب العالميّة الإسلاميّة الثّانية، هكذا قادني القدر إلى دميان وسنكلير، لكن لماذا الرّواية الّتي كان بطلها سنملير تعنون باسم دميان ؟سنكلير يرمز إلى هسه .. الباحث عن نفسه، كما يعبّر في بداية كتابه: " لم أكن أريد إلاّ أن أعيش وفق الدّوافع الحقيقيّة الّتي تنبع من داخلي، فلما كان الأمر بعذه الصّعوبة؟ " وهذه المقدّمة القصيرة هي أكثر ما مسّ روحي من الرّواية - وما مسّها كثير - لقد أردتُ دائمًا أن أعيش حياة طبيعيّة، الحياة الّتي خُلقت من أجلها، الحياة الّتي تنبع من داخلي بعيدًا عن أيّ تشويه مدني أو ثقافيّ، أردتُ الذّهاب إلى بقعة بكر من الكرة الأرضيّة علّ روحي تعود بكرًا .وسنكلير أراد ذلك أيضًا، وهسه، لكنّ ونلسون يقول بأنّه لم يجد الإجابة في أيّ من رواياته، أمّا أنا فأتخيّل بأنّه لو عرف محمّدًا لوجد لديه الكثير، إنّ هسه يفتّش عن الدّين، لكنّه لا يجد الدّين الّذي يبحث عنه في المسيحيّة، لأنّه يبحث عمّا هو أقرب للإنسان، وهو يعبّر عن ذلك على لسان دميان في قوله: " بالطّريقة ذاتها يمتدحون الله كأب للحياة كلّها، ولكنّهم، ببساطة، يرفضون قول كلمة واحدة عن حياتنا الجنسيّة الّتي يقوم عليها كلّ شيء، ويصفونها بالخطيئة كلّما أمكنهم ذلك، على أساس أنّها من عمل الشّيطان "، أجد في هذه الجملة فيضًا من التقدير لغريزة الإنسان الّتي حقّرتها الكنيسة، وهذا ما يعبّر عنه بيجوفتش بقوله أنّ المسيحية هي دين الرّوح في كتابه الإسلام بين الشرق والغرب .أمّا نبيّ الإسلام محمّد فقد كان يشجّع النّاس على الحياة وفق الطّبيعة الّتي جبلهم الله عليها، لكنّ دعوته تلك لم تكن مبتذلة ولا إباحيّة، بل ضبط الإسلام الغريزة بالزّواج تقديسًا وتكريمًا لها من العبث وحرّم اللهو بها خارج الميثاق الإلهي، إنّها الممازجة الخلاّقة بين الرّوح والجسد، وهسه كان يبحث عن شيء كهذا .وجد سنكلير خلاصه الرّوحي في امرأتين، الأولى هي بياتريس، الفتاة البريئة الطّاهر الّتي رأى طهر العالم المفقود متمثّلاً فيها، وتغيّرت حياته مباشرة دون أن يتحدّث معها، توقّف عن ارتياد الحانات والإسراف في الشّرب والحياة المبتذلة، أمّا المرأة الثّانية فهي إيڤا والدة دميان، كانت أمّه وحلمه ومسيحه وغريزته الجسديّة وأمانه الرّوحي، وقد افترقا قبل أن يتّصلا جسديًا، ولا أفهم لماذا اختار هسه بأن تكون إيفا أكبر من سنكلير، إنّ في الأمر سرًا ما يشبه السرّ الّذي جعل لمحمّد زوجة مثل خديجة، كم أحبّ فلسفة هسه لعلاقة المرأة بالرّجل في هذه الرّواية .وأحب دميان كذلك، قرأتُ في هامش الرّواية بأنّه اسم محرف عن demon أيّ الرّوح الشّيطانيّة، أو ما يشبه ذلك، لكنّ دميان لم يكن شيطانًا، لقد كان إنسانًا متطرّفًا في إنسانيته، وكثيرًا ما يحوّلنا التطرّف هذا إلى شياطين في منظومة القيم الخاصّة بالآخرين، نجد دميان يقدّس شخصيّة قابيل الذي قتل شقيقه هابيل، ويحاول دفع سنكلير للتفكير بالقصّة من زاوية أخرى، لأنّ الإنسانيّة تعني أن نخطئ، وقد قال لسنكلير ذات مرّة : " لا أعني بأن تقتل أو تغتصب فتاة، ولكن فكّر في المسموح مرّة أخرى " .الموسيقى الّتي يعزفها بستريوس في الرّواية خدشت قلبي أيضًا، تمنّيت لو كان باستطاعتي الجلوس على مقعد خشبي بالقرب منه والاستماع إليه وإلى سنكلير دون أن يرونني، إنّ بستريوس يرمز إلى الإنسان الّذي يريد صناعة المستقبل، لكنّه متعلّق بالماضي، لذلك هو يصنع الأنبياء والكهنة الّذين بدورهم يصنعون المستقبل ." الطّائر يكافح للخروج من البيضة، البيضة هي العالم، والّذي يريد أن يُولد عليه أولاً أن يدمّر عالمًا ... الطّائر يطير إلى الله "

  • peiman-mir5 rezakhani
    2019-04-21 13:46

    دوستانِ گرانقدر، این کتاب از 239 صفحه تشکیل شده است... داستان در مورد خاطراتِ زندگیِ پسربچه ای به نام «سینکلر» است که از زبانِ خودش بیان می شوداین پسر بچه در خانواده ای مذهبی و البته اصیل و پولدار، همراه با خواهرانش بزرگ شده است و رفتارِ آرام و مودبانه ای دارد و البته گوشه گیر نیز می باشد... فضای خانه را بهشت می داند و فضای خارج از خانه برای او دنیایی ترسناک و متفاوت استدر مدرسه نوجوانی به نام «فرنز کرومر» که در خانواده ای شر و خرابکار بزرگ شده است... بابتِ یک داستانِ دروغین از یک دزدی خیالی که از جانبِ «سینکلر» برایِ بچه ها تعریف شده بود، وی را تهدید به لو دادن میکند... «سینکلر» از روی سادگی مدت ها تبدیل به برده و غلام حلقه به گوش «فرنز کرومر» می شودتا اینکه شخصیت اصلی داستان و فرشتۀ نجات بخش «سینکلر» یعنی «ماکس دمیان» وارد داستان می شود... او به همراه مادرش «حوا» به آن شهر نقل مکان کرده بودند و البته «ماکس دمیان» چه از نظر سنی و چه از نظر فکری و جسمانی از دیگر دانش آموزان بزرگتر بود و رفتارش به یک مرد با تجربه و عاقل شباهت داشتطی آشنایی «دمیان» و «سینکلر»... «دمیان» متوجه تهدیدها و آزار و اذیت «کرومر» می شود و به روش خودش شرِّ «کرومر» را از سرِ«سینکلر» کم کرده و به نوعی او را نجات می دهد... از آن به بعد «دمیان» برای «سینکلر» حکم یک استاد و ناجی و الهام بخش در تمام مسائل را پیدا می کند و برای «سینکلر» یک الگوی رفتاریِ به خصوص می شودتا اینکه بعد از پایان سال تحصیلی... «سینکلر» و «دمیان» از یکدیگر جدا شده و «سینکلر» برای ادامه تحصیل به شهر دیگری می رودعزیزانم، این قسمت از کتاب بیشتر به اتفاق های رخ داده برای «سینکلر» در زمانی که دور از خانواده زندگی می کند می پردازدتا آنکه پس از تقریباً شش سال، «دمیان» و«سینکلر» یکدیگر را ملاقات می کنند.. «سینکلر» برای اولین بار به منزل آنها رفته و برای اولین بار مادرِ «دمیان»، یعنی همان «حوا» را از نزدیک ملاقات می کند... روزهای بسیاری این سه با یکدیگر به صحبت و بازی و خنده میپرداختند و گویی که «دمیان» و «سینکلر» تبدیل به دو برادر شده انداما موضوعی در این میان وجود دارد و آن این است که «سینکلر» عاشق مادر «دمیان» شده و زندگی بدون او برایش امکان پذیر نیستدر این قسمت از کتاب، به صحبت های رد و بدل شده بین «سینکلر» و «حوا» که متوجهِ عشق و علاقۀ «سینکلر» به خودش شده است، می پردازددر پایان داستان، «سینکلر» در آرزوی در آغوش کشیدن و بوسیدنِ لبهای «حوا» می ماند.. چراکه جنگ جهانی آغاز شده و «سینکلر» و «دمیان» به جنگ با شوروی اعزام می شونددر جنگ «سینکلر» مجروح شده و او را به درمانگاه منتقل می کنند.. وقتی چشم باز می کند، «دمیان» را در تخت کنار خود و مجروح میابد.. «دمیان» با آخرین نا و توانی که برایش مانده به «سینکلر» نزدیک شده و به او میگوید: از عشق او به مادرش اطلاع داشته است... و میگوید در روز خداحافظی و قبل از اعزام، مادرم لبهایم را بوسید و گفت: اگر هر اتفاقی برایتان افتاد، لبهای «سینکلر» را ببوس و این بوس را به جای من به لبهای او منتقل کندر روز بعد، هنگامی که «سینکلر» به هوش می آید.. به تختِ کناری نگاهی می اندازد... ولی دیگر «دمیان» آنجا نخوابیده استامیدوارم از خواندن این ریویو و چکیدۀ این رمان لذت برده باشید«پیروز باشید و ایرانی»

  • Χαρά Ζ.
    2019-03-23 08:39

    _Demian_I read this on a whim, i've read steppenwolf last year and even though i believe it's a great book, i somehow felt distant to it. But with this one Hesse gave to me all the things that i was hoping for. Deep, beautiful and tender. The story is equal to the writing the the writing to the story, everything about this book feels amazing. It's summer and i am busy and too lazy to write a proper review, but i loved it and please give it a try. Be well folks and have a great August <3

  • Agir(آگِر)
    2019-03-26 13:34

    بعد اعجوبه و سیدراتها و بازگشت زرتشت این چهارمین کتابی هست که از هرمان هسه میخوانمهرمان هسه شخصیتی خودساخته داشته و همیشه در پی کشف وجود و منیت خود بودهاو قهرمانانش را پس از یاد گرفتن راه رفتن،از هر معلم و آموزگاری رها میکند تا خود به سوی شناختن پیش بروندوی بزرگترین مذهب رو در وجود خود انسان ها جستجو میکندو انسان را آفریده ای تحسین برانگیز و خیلی نزدیک به خداوند می دانددر دمیان از سرنوشت انسان ها می گوید که باید این مسیر را طی کنند البته نه با قدم های شتابان بلکه آهسته و با تامل وهر انسانی سرنوشتی خاص دارد و باید بکوشد که آنرا بشناسد و بعد در دنبال کردن آن از هیچ چیز نترسدوقتی به خود برسی دیگر از هیچ نمیترسیهرچه هست درون ماستهسه یه جورایی آدم رو یاد حافظ خودمان می اندازددو جمله از کتاب:وقتی از کسی متنفریم در واقع از چیزی که درون ماست تنفر پیدا میکنیمپرنده تلاش میکند از تخم برون آید .تخم دنیاست و هرکس که می خواهد زاییده شود نخست باید دنیا را ویران کند

  • Magdalen
    2019-04-03 11:31

    So Hesse has the ability to capture your attention with an extremely captivating, interesting and promising start only to manage to lose you somewhere in the middle and as for the ending he'll either leave you mesmerized or disappointed I suppose...The thing is that I couldn't relate after a certain point and trust me I had every kind intention to love this book since I loved Steppenwolf, but Demian was nothing like it. Neither in regards to the prose nor the theme or context.

  • Alice
    2019-04-13 09:48

    The things I do for BTS...Joking, this was one of the few books that really had an impact on my way of thinking. It talked about religion, belief and growth in a very profound way, as if Hesse wasn't really writing but more conversing directly with my mind.Sinclair and Demian, though being very peculiar and surreal characters, were one the mirror of the other, surrounded by a plot heavy with symbolism and magical elements.The idea of the two worlds, one so close to the other that you could esily slip into one another is very fascinating and paonts a very sad but true picture of the human being and its behaviour."The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. The God's name is Abraxas"

  • Maggie
    2019-04-20 10:40

    Ugh. I forced myself to finish this short book and, in the end, felt it wasn't worth the trouble. I picked it up because I loved Siddhartha so much (though it's been years since I read it and now I wonder if it it will hold up). I found Demian terribly melodramatic and over-wrought and I could never really begin to care much about Sinclair and all his angst-ridden inner turmoil. There were a few interesting and lovely passages -- only a couple of times did I feel a thrill of poetry in the language or an inspired idea. Otherwise, I found it completely tedious and disappointing. If anyone else wants to give it a try, I'd be happy to pass along my paperback copy. Many people seem to adore this book, and I'm sure it will be better appreciated by someone other than me.

  • Stela
    2019-04-03 06:41

    I will try not to be emotional and write an “objective” review, even though Hermann Hesse’s Demian moved me beyond words and explanations. Maybe because its serene tone and unaggressive intellectualism have a mesmerizing quality, or maybe because, just like Siddhartha some years later, it does not try to challenge or convince you. Or maybe because of the open-minded way in which it sees the world, it tells its story, it reveals its truth. And last but not least maybe because of the beautiful image of a perfect friendship the book leaves us with. It has been said that Demian is an indispensable reading in order to begin to understand Herman Hesse’s prose, and I can see why. Like the above-mentioned Siddhartha, it follows the same route towards the inner self. But while Siddhartha chooses the path of the Buddhist serenity and separation from the world, Demian searches the path towards the world as a whole in which the contraries, even though they can’t be harmonized, neither can be separated. This tiny, tiny book, which manages to be at the same time a psychological novel, a bildungsroman and a novel of ideas (and brilliantly so) was published under the pseudonym Emil Sinclair, the name of a friend of Novalis, whom the author much admired; the pseudonym was necessary, for Hermann Hesse’s work had been rejected in Germany after he exiled himself in Switzerland and decided to write against the War. His decision had not been an easy one and the torment between the love for his country and the feeling he somehow betrayed it had consequences not only on his life but (fortunately!) also on his creation, sweeping his old system of values to make place for a new one, influenced both by Jung’s psychology and Nietzsche’s philosophy. Demian, written in 1917 and published in 1919, contains in nuce all the concepts that will haunt Hesse’s future works – such as “daemon”, “unconscious”, “anima”, “archetype”, “om”, “androgyne”, concepts one needs to be familiar with to fully understand his “magical thinking” that combines here ideas from both The Interpretation of Dreams and Beyond Good and Evil. In fact, the author himself confessed that the name of the novel (which softly reminds of “daemon”) came to him in a dream, and the German philosopher’s influence upon his characters’ thinking is explicitly stated. On the other hand, Emil Sinclair is also the name of the narrator of the story, an older narrator who recalls his journey to his inner self from childhood (the book begins with the image of a disturbed child) to maturity (it ends with the image of a wounded young soldier). From the "Prologue", Sinclair warns us that his story cannot be beautiful since it is true, and cannot be involved with all humanity since “each person is able to interpret himself to himself alone.” Nor is it easy or comfortable, since “nothing in the world is more distasteful to a man than to follow the path that leads to himself.” His journey began when he was about ten and discovered for the first time the existence of two worlds – his home, a world of light, peaceful, Christian and safe, governed by moral principles, and the street, a world of darkness, vigorous, intriguing and frightful – and he couldn’t find a reason for their separation. It was the fascination with the second world that made him befriend a boy of bad repute, Franz Kromer and in order to be accepted by him he invented the story of a theft in which he had had the starring role. Kromer, although not really believing him, took full advantage of this lie and made him his personal servant, forcing him to steal and lie for him. This first acquaintance with the evil increased the gap between the narrator and his family, a gap never to be filled again by a boy who feels without being able to explain (yet) that the world is larger than the one his parents were trying to teach him to live in. In this period of inner and outer torment an enigmatic boy appears to his school, Max Demian, seven years older and seeming even older, with a quiet dignity that discouraged friendship from the other boys even though he fascinates them.I saw Demian’s face and remarked that it was not a boy’s face but a man’s and then I saw, or rather became aware, that it was not really the face of a man either; it had something different about it, almost a feminine element. And for the time being, his face seemed neither masculine nor childish, neither old nor young but a hundred years old, almost timeless and bearing the mark of other periods of history than our own. Animals might look thus, trees or stars. (…) All I saw was that he was different from the rest of us, that he was like an animal, a spirit or an image.Demian, with its idol-like stillness and ageless quality and androgyne appearance is not a character but a symbol, a reference point in the narrator’s life, an archetypal hero with a thousand faces who takes by turn the role of the guardian angel who frees the narrator of Kromer, of the brother into Cain who stands tall and clear in a confused world, of the mentor who teaches him the values beyond good and evil, and of the friend who never leaves him behind. Demian is also the embodiment of Nietzsche’s superman, who lives by his own values separated from the conventional ethics, whose sharp vision embraces at the same time the shadow and the light, the weakness and the strength, the happiness and the suffering, without trying to harmonize or divide them, but accepting them in equal measure. He has only one but powerful weapon: the will-power that enables him to stay on his own path and show it to those with the same “sign”, the Cain sign. For Cain, Demian says, was not important in the story because of the fratricide, but because of the mark on his face that singularized him. In fact it was that sign that created the story of the fratricide and not the other way around:“What happened and lay behind the whole origin of the story was the ‘sign’. Here was a man who had something in his face that frightened other people. They did not dare lay hands on him; he impressed them, he and his children. It is virtually certain that he bore no actual mark on his brow like a post mark! real life isn’t as crude as that. Rather there was some hardly perceptible mark, a little more intelligence and self-possession in his eyes than people were accustomed to. This man had power and they all went in awe of him; he had a ‘sign’. You can explain that how you will. People always want whatever is comfortable and puts them in the right.”Like Siddhartha, Emil Sinclair acquires the Right View of the world through the dark mirror of the illusions the life blinds us with. His Nirvana is the God Abraxas, and he becomes, if he has not been all along, Demian:The dressing was a painful business. So was everything else that happened to me afterwards. but when on the many such occasions I find the key and look deep down into myself where the images of destiny lie slumbering in the dark mirror, I only need to bend my head over the black mirror to see my own image which now wholly resembles him, my friend and leader. And this final, superposed image, emerging strong, proud and clear from the abyss, is one of the most powerful, significant symbols of flesh made spirit, and of humanity redeemed by love I have ever read.

  • Brooke
    2019-04-14 12:55 lucky people are who are so inclined to constantly be searching as are the characters in this book! How much they discover, how many emotions they feel, how incredibly inspiring they are. I loved this book because I love passionate people.

  • Claudia
    2019-04-08 13:27

    "Die Welt, wie sie jetzt ist, will sterben, sie will zugrundegehen, und sie wird es."Über H. Hesse:Der Dichter kam 1977 in Calw zur Welt. Er sonnte sich in der Geborgenheit der Familie, gleichzeitig spürte er aber auch die Sehnsucht nach der Ferne. Schon als 13-jähriger fasste er den unverrückbaren Entschluss, "entweder Dichter zu werden oder gar nichts"DEMIAN schrieb er im Alter von 40 Jahren in wenigen Monaten. Darin spiegelt sich die Suche nach seimem ureigenen Wesen. "Ich wollte ja nichts als das zu leben versuchen, was von selber aus mir heraus wollte. Warum war das so schwer?"War er ein Einzelfall ? Nein, eine ganze Generation war irre geworden an der blendend getünchten Bildungsfassade, deren Pfeiler jäh einstürzten, als die Kriegsgefahr bewältigt werden wollte. Hesse wusste keinen besseren Rat, als der Jugend zu empfehlen, auf ihr Inneres zu hören.Viele Verfolgte der Nazi-Diktatur fanden suchten und fanden damals im Hause des Dichters Rat und Hilfe. Hesses "Glasperlenspiel durfte Peter Suhrkamp unter Hitler nicht veröffentlichen. Es erschien schließlich 1943 in Zürich und überzeugte dermaßen, dass er 1946 dafür den Literaturnobelpreis erhielt. Seine Frau nahm für ihn diese Auszeichnung in Stockholm entgegen. Er selbst verließ die Stille im Tessin nur ungern, aber er fühlte sich mit einer stets wachsenden Lesergemeinde verbunden. Bis zum zweitletzten Tag seines Lebens legte er in Versen das Bekenntnis zu seinem geliebten, sich stets vergeistigenden Leben ab.Als der Tod 1962 an sein Lager trat, fand er einen reifen Meister des inneren Lebens.Kurz zu Demian:Der wohlbehütete Knabe Emil Sinclair entdeckt, dass es neben der ´lichten´ Welt des elterlichen Heims noch die abgründig- dunkle gibt. Der Trinkersohn Franz Krohmer gehört dieser Welt an. Emil lebt in Angst und Schrecken, weil er von diesem Franz erpresst wird. Aus seinen Fängen befreit ihn der frühreife und selbständige Mitschüler Demian. Demian besitzt eine ungeheuerliche Geisteskraft und scheint einer dritten Welt entsprungen. Tief prägt sich das Bild dieses unglaublichen Freundes in seine Seele. Emil wandelt ständig zwischen licht und dunkel. Es ist kein einfacher Weg......."(Glas)Perlen" aus diesem Buch:"Es gibt keine Wirklichkeit als die, die wir in uns haben. Darum leben die meisten Menschen so unwirklich, weil sie die Bilder außerhalb für das Wirkliche halten. und ihre eigene Welt in sich gar nicht zu Wort kommen lassen. Man kann glücklich dabei sein. Aber wenn man einmal das andere weiß, dann hat man die Wahl nicht mehr, den Weg der meisten zu gehen. Der Weg der meisten ist leicht, unserer ist schwer. - Wir wollen gehen""Ich lebe in meinen Träumen , und das hast du gespürt. Die anderen leben auch in Träumen, aber nicht in ihren eigenen, das ist der Unterschied."Wahre Berufung für jeden ist nur das Eine: ZU SICH SELBST ZU KOMMEN

  • Pat
    2019-03-28 12:51

    Nel 1917 Hermann Hesse, durante il ricovero in un sanatorio di Lucerna per riprendersi da una grave crisi nervosa, in pochi mesi scrisse Demian, pubblicato con lo pseudonimo di Emil Sinclair nel 1919. La nona edizione del libro, quando ormai le indiscrezioni avevano condotto fino a lui, uscì col vero nome dello scrittore.Demian. Storia di una giovinezza. Storia del giovane Emil Sinclair in conflitto fra il mondo chiaro governato da bene e costumanza, e quello tenebroso, regno del proibito e del male. Sinclair scoprirà che il bene si fonde col male e viceversa, che l’uomo non è buono o cattivo ma una mescolanza di umanità e ferocia, che non è carne o spirito ma carne e spirito. Kromer lo spingerà al male, Demian lo accompagnerà in un cammino di crescita, maturazione e conoscenza. Eva, madre di Demian, sarà per Emil dapprima sogno d’amore e poi punto di riferimento. Scoprirà Abraxas, dio e diavolo, cui spetta il “compito simbolico di unire insieme il divino e il diabolico”.“L’uccello lotta per uscire dall’uovo. L’uovo è il mondo. Chi vuole nascere deve distruggere un mondo. L’uccello vola a Dio. Il Dio si chiama Abraxas”.Psicanalisi, inconscio, sogni, filosofia, simboli, trascendenza.In una lettera del 1956, sull'opportunità di leggere Demian, Hesse scriveva:“… lei potrebbe essere richiamato, istruito e messo di fronte a un nemico qualsiasi. Se spara e uccide il nemico, avrà dalla sua il prete, la chiesa, la patria. Ma ad un tempo avrà contro di sé il divino divieto di uccidere. Allora sarà la sua coscienza a decidere se vuole obbedire ai comandamenti di Dio o a quelli della chiesa e della patria. Probabilmente attribuirà al prete e alla patria un’autorità maggiore che a Dio. Se invece non lo farà e comincerà a dubitare dell’assoluta autorità della chiesa e della patria, allora si troverà già fra coloro ai quali il Demian ha qualcosa da dire”.Dirò una sciocchezza, ma perché non ripudiare ogni forma di autorità di chiesa, patria, Dio, e rispondere semplicemente a quella legge naturale che pone “l’altro” alla nostra stessa appartenenza di essere umano? Così, senza scomodare il divino.P.S. So che ha meritato il Premio Nobel per la letteratura, sono consapevole che la sua è una scrittura alta, e così il suo pensiero. Però non è stato amore, come non lo fu quand’ero adolescente.Sarà che a me troppo misticismo fa male. Limite mio.

  • صهبا
    2019-03-30 05:37

    هرمان هسه در مقدمه‌ی کتابش می‌گه:من نمی‌توانم خود را دانا بنامم. من جوینده‌ای بوده‌ام و باز هم خواهم بود؛ ولی دیگر در ستارگان و کتاب‌ها نمی‌جویم، بلکه به آنچه در خونم می‌جوشد گوش فرا داده‌ام. داستانم برای خواندن مطبوع نیست؛ مانند داستان‌های ساختگی شیرین و گیرا نیست. داستان من یک جنبه‌ی بی‌معنایی از دیوانگی،پریشانی و رویا دارد؛ بسان زندگانی کسی که نخواهد خود را گول‌بزندخوب‌بودن خیلی مفهومِ کلی‌ایه ولی می‌تونم بگم مناسب‌بودن و قابل‌لمس\درک‌بودن و نهایتا لذت‌بخش‌بودنِ یک کتاب برای هرکس، به اینکه کتابی رو در چه شرایط و سنّی مطالعه‌کرده،بستگی دارهفکر‌میکنم دمیان رو در بهترین شرایط و سن مطالعه کردم و بیشترین بهره رو ازش بردم،اما برای اولین کتابی که از هسه خوندم(گرگ بیابان) یه‌کم عجله‌کردم و ناگزیر باید دوباره مطالعه‌ش کنمکتاب رو دوست‌داشتم و ازش فراوان لذت‌بردم چون در ابتدای داستان با توصیف حالات و روحیات بچه‌ی ده‌ساله‌ای مواجه شدم که عجیب شبیه خودم بود و چون از ده‌سالگی‌م مدت‌زمان زیادی نمی‌گذره،وحشتاک همذات‌پنداری کردم با کتاب از همون اول.هسه، کودک رو در شرایطی قرار می‌داد که من در اونها قرارگرفته‌بودم و این واقعا هیجان‌انگیز بود که توجیهِ رفتارهام رو از زبان هسه بخونمحالتی که در بالا توضیح‌دادم فقط محدود به چپترِ مربوط به کودکی امیل سینکلر نمی‌شه و با پیش‌رفتن داستان و بزرگ‌تر شدن اون طفل‌ ده‌ساله،بیشتر و بیشتر خودم رو در آینه‌ی هسه می‌دیدم و بیشتر یاد می‌گرفتماوج داستان رو یک‌بار در توصیفِ اتمام دوره‌ی کودکیِ امیل سینکلر-جدایی درونی از پدر و مادر و انجماد و تنهایی افتضاحِ پسابلوغ - و یک‌بار در پایانش تجربه‌کردمقسمتِ موردعلاقه‌م:سال‌هایی پیش‌ آمدند که در خود وجود غریزه‌ای را دریافتم که در دنیای مشروع،مذموم و مطرود بود. مانند بیداریِ غریزه‌ی جنسی که آن را به مثابه‌ی دشمنی منهدم‌کننده،غیرمشروع،نکوهیده و یک گناه فرض می‌کردم.آنچه کنجکاوی مرا تحریک می‌کرد،آنچه مرا به رویاهای شهوانی و درعین حال شکنجه‌آمیز می‌کشاند،رمز عظیم بلوغ بود که با زندگانی سالم و سعادتمند بچگی من که کاملا محصور و محفوظ بود جور درنمی‌آمد،من هم مثل همه رفتار کردم. زندگانی کودکانه‌ای را ادامه‌دادم درحالی‌که دیگر کودک نبودم. وجدان من در میان اشیا مانوس و مجاز می‌زیست و منکر دنیای جدیدی بود که به وجود می‌آمد؛اما در کنار این زندگی،زندگی دیگری نیز می‌گذراندم؛زندگی پنهانی رویاها،غرایز و امیال مبهم که روی آن زندگانی بیدار و وحشت‌زده،پل‌های شکننده‌ای می‌بست؛زیرا دنیای کودکی من داشت فرو می‌ریخت.

  • sologdin
    2019-04-17 06:50

    Nutshell: dude goes to school, grover-dills around town with various people, and finally goes off to war, either WWI or a predicted WWII. Along the way, some amusing readings of biblical events, delivered by Demian, the obscure object of desire in the story, regarding Golgotha (51) and Cain (23-24), the latter of which notes that "the first element of the story, its actual beginning, is the mark." The "Mark of Cain" is a metaphor that stays with the narrator the entire story, though it's not obvious what the point happens to be, though the narrator believes that he felt it for the first time (110) after committing a "trival and careless act of brutality" (109).The story presents juveniles in a non-patronizing way, and the narrator notes that "some people will not believe that a child of little more than ten years is capable of having such feelings" (29). Zizek, in The Sublime Object of Ideology, explains that "a crucial feature of [Chaplin's] burlesques [is] a vicious, sadistic, humiliating attitude towards children: in Chaplin's films, children are not treated with the usual sweetness: they are teased, mocked, laughed at for their failures, food is scattered for them as if they were chickens, and so on. The question to ask here, however, is from which point must we look at children so that they appear to us as objects of teasing and mocking, not gentle creatures needing protection? The answer, of course, is the gaze of the children themselves" (118-19).So, if we agree with Zizek as to the principle, it's easy to read this as a serious bildungsroman in the tradition of Goethe's Werther, which is how Mann reads it, in his introduction to the volume. On the other hand, however, the eponymous character is presented as superhuman; he practices the "art known as thought reading" (31), through which, e.g., "his face tells me he's a first-rate bastard," regarding a third character (32). (This is likely a key text, therefore, behind R. Scott Bakker's writings, from which he has apparently lifted the semiotics of face on which his narrative relies so heavily.)The superhuman friend appears to dispute human freedom (46) and suggests the "poverty of religion" (52), all without ceasing to believe in the power of the will or in religion. It's an odd combination of reason and unreason. The text becomes moderately interesting only when the narrator becomes fixated on a passing woman, whom he designates as Beatrice, after Dante. He likes the "boyishness in her face" and the "boyish figure which I loved" (68). It's not hard to see where this is going, I suppose. In order to stop jerking off so much ("no more tortured nights, no excitement before lascivious pictures, no eavesdropping at forbidden doors" (69)--creepy, that last), the narrator takes up painting (I know, right?) and begins arting out his frustrated libidinal energy. The result is a "dream face," which "looked more like a boy's face than a girl's" (70). After staring at "the close brown hair, the half-feminine mouth, the pronounced forehead with strange brightness" in the portrait, he realizes that "it was Demian's face" (71). We are not surprised. The portrait becomes something like Schroedinger's Canvas, showing either "Beatrice or Demian"--though "I began to sense that this was neither Beatrice nor Demian but myself"--so WTF? (72).After that, narrator has a recurring dream, "the most important and enduringly significant of my life," involving "a form I had never set eyes on before, tall and strong, resembling Max Demian and the picture I had painted; yet different, for despite its strength it was completely feminine. This form drew me to itself and enveloped me in a deep tremulous embrace. I felt a mixture of ecstacy and horror" (81). That the figure also was "my mother" should not shock the freudianized reader.The erotic gears shift again, however, when narrator meets Demian's mother, who is "my dream image" (114). It moves into the territory of The Graduate quickly enough, with Demian's momma encouraging the narrator to take her roughly from behind (phrased more in a rhetoric of German Romanticism, rather than British low comedy), though he doesn't appear to go that route, preferring instead to regard her as "a metaphor of my inner self" (131). Definitely not Hoffman-Bancroft at the motel, this crew.Lots of mumbojumbo about "Abraxas," likely lifted from Jung. Lots of self-obsessed bullshit, as in Steppenwolf. Lots of overt nietzschean influence. Too much nauseating adolescent sex drama. Too much overt freudianisms. Too much this "represented a further step on the road toward myself" (94). FFS. Barf.This is not Lovecraft's universe, either: "The surrender to Nature's irrational, strangely confused formations produces in us a feeling of inner harmony with force responsible for these phenomena" (90). It's too far in the opposite direction, but I'm not sure if it's worse. I realize that Hesse was anti-war and anti-fascist, but some of the ideas that appear to be presented positively by this narrative are manifestly fascist bullshit: "You wouldn't consider all the bipeds you pass on the street human beings simply because they walk upright" (92). Or: "a new birth amid the collapse of this present world was imminent" (127), an "approaching conflict" that "will reveal the bankruptcy of present-day ideals" (119). Those ideals are summarized as a nietzschean "herd instinct," in which "men fly into each other's arms because they are afraid of each other--the owners are for the themselves, the workers for themselves" (118), commentary that suggests sympathy with Mussolini's promise to liquidate class conflict through corporatist statism. Needless to say, those "who bore the mark felt no anxiety about the shape the future was to take" (127), knowing that "with prodigious efforts mighty new weapons had been created for mankind [sic!] but the end was flagrant, deep desolation of the spirit. Europe had conquered the whole world only to lose her own soul" (id.). In the end, "something dreadful" must happen because "the world wants to renew itself. There's a smell of death in the air. Nothing can be born without first dying" (136). These little fascists get their wish because war with Russia starts up: "of course it's not going to be any fun to fire on living beings, but that will be incidental" (140). Incidental to my quest to find myself in portraits of myself that represent myself as superimposed on my mother/best friend/lover/lover's mother/Dante's guide through paradise/&c! I've already barfed in this review, so I don't know what the appropriate visceral response is here.Recommended for serious gender critics, proto-fascist neo-gnostics, and those filled with the lust to rage and kill, annihilate and die so that they might be born anew.

  • Chris_P
    2019-03-31 12:42

    Who is Max Demian? Is he deranged? Is he a God? An apostle? Maybe he is the rushing spirit that arrives in a person's life around puberty, swiping away the fears and doubts of childhood and helping the person in question to grow and progress. Or simply misguiding them towards doubtful paths.Had I read it ten years ago, I would have connected with Demian. Something that didn't happen now. It's one of those books that I would seek to hold on to back then, while now, detached as I was, I found it interesting but not really inspiring. Especially after the middle, it lost me never to find me again. Hesse's Steppenwolf and Roshalde are much closer to my idiosyncrasy.

  • هالةْ أمين
    2019-04-13 07:45

    رغم أنني كثيرا ما أعيب على الروايات قلة الحواراتإلا أن هذه استثناء .. لا أعرف كيف أصنفها تماما ، إلا أنني قرأتها في الوقت المناسبذاك الوقت الذي تبدأ ذاتك بطرح الأسئلة التي غالبا لا تجد إجابات مقنعة لها لتسكتها.. رحلة شاب بسيط متخبط في البحث عن الطريق الموصل لذاتهيتعالى ويتهاوى بين الفضيلة والرذيلةلم يجد نفسه لا هنا ولا هناكغاص في التحليلات الفسلفية والتفسيرات الدينية فكان لصديقه ماكس دميان - الذي أحببت شخصيته كثيرا - تأثيرا بالغا عليه..والحب الذي كان يبحث عنه فوجده فلم يستطع أن يحدد موقفه منه ..رواية غارقة في البحث عن الذات بشكل آو بآخر صوفية واضحة..

  • Reemi
    2019-03-26 06:35

    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 .

  • Phoenix2
    2019-04-03 13:52

    “The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas.”For a book full of philoshophical meanings, Demian was quite understandable. The author did a great job to present his character's thinking and feelings, and even the transition from a boy to a man. Okay, so Demian is a book about growing up, finding oneself and one's place and role in the society. The young boy of the book combines only to his family's world, though he feels the need to rebel and reach the world of darkness, the one that exhisted outside his house and his family's morals. He gets the opportunity from Demian, an older schoolmate, who guides his through life and help's him understand the dreams that he is having, which result to his true destiny. Apart from the meanings this book passes through, the story is very good, with a fast pace plot and relatable characters. You can easily identify with Sinclair, as he expresses everyone's anxieties and confusion while growing up and passing from childhood to adulthood. The writing is very good as well, understandable and doesn't tire the reader. Overall, a great book, so 4 out of 5.P.S.Okay, I confess I've read this one to help me figure out BTS's MVs. I mean look at this:Now I'm more confused...

  • Foad
    2019-04-21 08:37

    خیلی خیلی زیاد من رو به یاد کتاب های پائولو کوئیلو انداخت. باید یه کم مطالعه کنم راجع به شباهتا و تفاوت هاشون. ولی مثل همون ها، از حقیقت گمشده ی انسانیت و از عرفانی مرموز حرف می زد، بدون این که بگه این حقیقت چیه و راهی به سوی اون عرفان نشون بده. فقط شرح مکاشفات و شیدایی های عجیب و غریب شخصیت ها بود که مسلماً در دنیای واقعی مصداق نداره.جدای از اون، نیمه ی نخست داستان خوب بود. ماجرای بچه ای که در بین دوگانگی دنیای نورانی و پاک و بی آلایش درون خانه اش با دنیای تاریک و آلوده ی بیرون خانه اش مردّده و با ورود "ماکس دمیان" درک جدیدی نسبت به این دو دنیا پیدا می کنه و تغییر می کنه و بزرگ میشه.اما نیمه ی دوم داستان، دیگه داستان از نفس افتاد. بدون این که حرف خاصی بزنه و راهی نشون بده، پیوسته میگفت که "من به دنبال یافتن حقیقت بودم" و "من به دنبال یافتن حقیقت بودم." و معلومه که همین "به دنبال حقیقت بودن" نمیتونه خیلی داستان رو پیش ببره.

  • بثينة العيسى
    2019-04-18 07:37

    الرواية صغيرة، ولكنها وعرة وكما هي عادة هرمان هيسه .. فهي ليست نصاً سهلاً، ولا بيضاً مسلوقاً، ولا شيئا تستطيع أن تقرأه وتستوعبه كاملاً ما لم تمنحه نفسك كاملاً. الرواية رحلة داخلية يخوضها البطل صوب ذاته، وعليه فهي فقيرة بالأحداث والحوارات (نسبياً) .. ومليئة بتلك العبارات التي تضيء وتلتبسُ في غياهب المعنى. الرواية جميلة، تغادرها وأنت تحسّ بأنك .. هممم .. لست الشخص نفسه؟

  • Fabian
    2019-03-31 05:29

    There is something infuriating at the center of Hesse's "Demian"... & I bet the root of it is the repression of homosexuality. "Demian" is, in its simplest form, THE coming out story. All the imagery and the Biblical allegories all point toward the protagonist's big secret: he's is irresistibly gay. He is in hell trying to get to the point (the climax at the end is over-powerfully dull)--the reader must withstand true bicurious leanings and vanilla homoeroticism. The whole God-should-personify-both-good-and-evil stance is a good one--it is explored fully and this is perhaps the sole reason why the novel has survived in the first place. So, good idea: pepper the cliched coming out legend with authentic philosophy, & you got yourselves a (...dubious...) winner.

  • DeeDee
    2019-03-28 13:55

    Demian.. What a beautiful book!!!...“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us”...

  • John Farebrother
    2019-04-23 06:54

    This is a fantastic book. I was given it as a present by a girlfriend many years ago, and I love it. I have read it several times over the years, and hopefully will do again. In the book the legendary Hesse applies all his mystical and fantastic story-telling skills to the subject of WWI, the Great War. Not to the action itself, as does All Quiet on the Western Front, but to the generation that bore the brunt of the cataclysm in the trenches and battlefields. Like Le Grand Meaulnes, it is an attempt to recreate the promise of life that existed in western Europe on the eve of the war; but unlike that book, whose author was himself killed, Demian. Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend was written after the conflict, and attempts to posit the survivors of that generation in the post-war world in which they found themselves. It attempts to make sense of the senselessness, and find a meaning for young people after such traumatic, meaningless carnage. Don't miss it!