This collection of Hesse's early short stories has been a solid read so far. It has been fun to see him develop as a writer - from early short stories that deal with issues of society and conforming to rules, to later stages that include aspects of coming of age and hints of existential angst. 

There were a couple of stories where I was reminded of the mindset of the protagonist of Unterm Rad (Beneath the Wheel), which was my gateway drug to Hesse. 

So, I have a fondness for these stories. 

 

Unfortunately, my reading enjoyment is suffering a little from the external circumstances at the moment. 

This is not a great time to read an author who specialises in portraying anxiety and existential despair. 

 

Still, I am not abandoning the book or setting it aside. I've come to the part where his stories are reflecting some of the major events of his time - i.e. WWI. - and I don't believe I have read anything by Hesse from that era before.

So, I am intrigued, but I am also approaching the last 160 pages of this collection with some hesitation.

I am already familiar with the works of Oscar Wilde, and I was able to read more of him through this collection. I liked it because it gathered, different works of Oscar Wilde (fiction, plays, and non-fiction), and that allows us to read him from different perspectives.

Este autor no quiso que su obra se publicara. "-Max, ¡destruí todo!" ... Max no escuchó, afortunadamente para nosotros. Supongo que tendría aún más recelo sobre su diario íntimo (?). ¿Quién querría que cualquier persona tenga acceso a lo que escribiste para tus ojos y nada más que tus ojos? Tus pensamientos más intensos por ser los reales, o sueños desquiciados que no comentarías con nadie por temor a ser medicado inmediatamente; opiniones, inquietudes, sentimientos. Todo lo que te forma.Debería respetar eso ¿no? Debería darle ese beneficio a uno de los escritores que más estimo y admiro (sin competir con Annie Wilkes; no, no). No obstante, y lamentablemente, no está para dar su opinión. Y no puedo basarme en meras conjeturas... Indicios que no llevan a una conclusión firme. Aparte, ya está publicado. Sería un desperdicio de papel. Pienso también en los árboles. Así que, to the to-read shelf!

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