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| Not the same copy. I don't own this version! |
Funny thing: I was in Brooklyn visiting a friend last weekend, and I popped into a used book store. Like I mentioned before, at different defining moments in my life I try to acquire a "new" copy of Siddhartha. When I was battling cancer a few years ago, this story struck a cord with me. I identified with the narrative, in how life can offer more than one path. Since then, I honor little defining moments by getting a copy for my collection. This store had a 2nd edition in the original German for 5 dollars; it is tattered and worn. Simply beautiful. My second copy in German.
The store had an even more beat up edition of the Glass Bead Game by Hesse, supposedly one of his best novels (which I previously hadn't read), so I picked it up too. It's been nice to have another book on the subway on my commute. Something about the yellowed pages makes me have a sense of pride in reading. For the time being, I will absolutely not move over to one of those e-readers.
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Be Well. Do Good.
BG