SIDDHARTHA Eine indische Dichtung (Kommentiert) (German Edition)
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| Rating | : | 4.69 (650 Votes) |
| Asin | : | B01DTAK57U |
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| Number of Pages | : | 224 Pages |
| Publish Date | : | 2017-11-30 |
| Language | : | English |
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Beautiful novella, but this edition is unreadable due to many, many typos By all means, buy the book, it's incredible, but don't buy this one. Hesse's words and W.K. Marriott's classic translation are butchered in this Simon & Brown printing -- "if" for "of", "nit" for "not", "heard" instead of "head" -- all in one paragraph. Yeesh.. An Old Friend Revisited PGB When I came upon a new translation of Siddhartha by the revered Susan Bernofsky, I was drawn to revisit this book from thirty years ago. Like many teens of the early seventies, I was affected deeply by Siddhartha. It offered me a way to find and embrace spirituality--spirituality that was more aligned with the Beatles, the anti-war movement, and my own peer culture than was my childhood Episcopalian upbringing. This new volume didn't disappoint. Bernofsky, whose translations I've long admired, pays careful attention. Translation is filled with grammatical errors Ben Gilworth The layout and cover are beautifully done. Hesse's book is a masterpiece. The translation also has a kind of poetry that I suspect is close to the German, however there are a fair number grammatical errors or typos in this edition - it seems they used spell check so the typos aren't obvious, but I can't go more than a few paragraphs without having to read a sentence a few times to figure out which word was left out or spell-checked into the wrong word. 'Learned' becomes 'Leaned', 'that' becomes 'That', 'ice' becomes
"Siddhartha" (1922) - eines der besten Werke von Hermann Hesse, die Kultur des letzten Jahrhunderts, die Grundsätze der postmodernen Literatur zu legitimieren. Diese Geschichte, ein tiefes Eindringen in die östlichen Philosophie.
Like Hermann Hesse's other creations of struggling young men, Siddhartha has a good dose of European angst and stubborn individualism. --Brian Bruya. But this man, Siddhartha, was not a follower of any but his own soul. Neither a practitioner nor a devotee, neither meditating nor reciting, Siddhartha comes to blend in with the world, resonating with the rhythms of nature, bending the reader's ear down to hear answers from the river. Still, true happiness evaded him. Then a life of pleasure and titillation merely eroded away his spiritual gains until he was just like all the other "child people," dragged around by his desires. In the shade of a banyan tree, a grizzled ferryman sits listening to the river. His final epiphany challenges both the Buddhist and the Hindu ideals of enlightenment. In order to find meaning in life, he discarded his promising future for the life of a wandering ascetic. Born the son of a Brahmin, Siddhartha was blessed in appea