Hermann Hesse
published Steppenwolf in 1927, midway between the two World Wars of
the 20th Century and 6 years before Hitler was appointed German Chancellor,
marking the beginning of his taking control of the government. I read Steppenwolf,
which was very popular among Sixties era countercultural youth, about 40 years
ago in a 1969 Bantam paperback translation (from the original German). I've
been re-reading it for the first time since then and had forgotten almost
everything except a few details that stuck in my mind. It's a brilliant novel
and a remarkably meaningful experience for me, as the book concerns the midlife
crisis of a middle-aged man whom I can easily relate to. But the following
passage, a conversation between the protagonist, Harry, and Hermine, a wise and
mysterious young woman he encounters, stopped me in my tracks. It begins with
Harry relating why he is the target of hostility in the German popular
press.
Hermine had listened attentively.
"Yes," she said now, "there you're
right enough. Of course, there will be another war. One doesn't need to read
the papers to know that. And of course one can be sad about it, but it isn't
any use. It is just the same as when a man is sad to think that one day, in
spite of his utmost efforts to prevent it, he will inevitably die. The war against
death, dear Harry, is always a beautiful, noble and wonderful and glorious
thing, and so, it follows, is the war against war. But it is always hopeless
and quixotic too." (p. 57)