The sweet, strong god of wine.
I have a host of books to read at the moment. I re-read 1984 over the past weekend (you can never tire of that book, and its very appropriate to read today) and have just finished Hermann Hesses' 'Peter Camenzind' (which was only ~130 pages). This was a great little book, detailing the adolesence and maturity of Peter Camenzind, a Swiss peasant. Its written in an autobiographical style, charting his experiences growing up amidst the Alps in a small rural village. He has a profound sensitivity towards nature, and paints some fantastic pictures of the snow-clad peaks, the spring thaws, and how he loves clouds:
Peter later moves to Zurich to study, and becomes preoccupied with St.Francis of Assisi, and relates through him his own love of nature. The rest of the book just details Peters growing maturity, his failure of finding love (and complains why was he gifted with all this emotion and love and cannot find a woman to share it with?), his longing to write a book about all the positive aspects of nature and his wish in sharing what he feels with people. He also suffers from great bouts of depression and melancholy (perhaps he was bipolar), which is caused mainly from his failure to attract the two main women that he falls in love with. He turns to drink:
I guess I can relate to this a lot, with my own deep, dark periods of depression. For me, wine is a companion, a 'companion' in my madness; it makes my tongue flow less restrained and relaxes me; it loosens my taut, uptight mind and behaviour, allows me to forget unnerving and distressing past experiences which are always nagging me at the back of my head. It's character forming! All hail the god of wine!
All in all, this is a great little book. Peters main message is that in order to really love and accept nature, you cannot place it as a single entity; you have to love, understand and not judge ordinary humans as well. This includes handicapped people, and the last part of the book details Peters introduction to a handicapped man, Boppi, who he initially rejects, but then, with self disgust understands that he was being prejudiced, and ends up forming a great friendship with him. Peter never gets around to writing his book on nature; he decides to humble himself by returning back to his native Alpine village to help his ageing father mend his house and continue his life where it began.
"Find me a man in the whole wide world who knows and loves clouds more than I! Show me anything that is more beautiful! They represent the spirit of play, the wrath of heaven and the power of death; they are a comfort to the eye, a blessing and a gift of God, as tending, yielding and gentle as the souls of new-born children..."
Peter later moves to Zurich to study, and becomes preoccupied with St.Francis of Assisi, and relates through him his own love of nature. The rest of the book just details Peters growing maturity, his failure of finding love (and complains why was he gifted with all this emotion and love and cannot find a woman to share it with?), his longing to write a book about all the positive aspects of nature and his wish in sharing what he feels with people. He also suffers from great bouts of depression and melancholy (perhaps he was bipolar), which is caused mainly from his failure to attract the two main women that he falls in love with. He turns to drink:
"Disappointment in love achieved something that had been beyond my father's powers - it drove me to drink. The effect was more far -reaching than anything I have so far mentioned in the narrative. The strong, sweet god of wine became my true friend - as he remains even today. With whom can he be effectively compared? Who is more handsome, whimsical, exuberant, cheerful and melancholy? He is both hero and magician. tempter and brother of Eros. He can accomplish the impossible; he fills poor human hearts with beautiful and splendid poetry. He transformed me from the hermit and peasant I was into a King, poet and sage. He fills the emptied vessels of life with new destinies and sweeps those who are beached back into the swift main current."
I guess I can relate to this a lot, with my own deep, dark periods of depression. For me, wine is a companion, a 'companion' in my madness; it makes my tongue flow less restrained and relaxes me; it loosens my taut, uptight mind and behaviour, allows me to forget unnerving and distressing past experiences which are always nagging me at the back of my head. It's character forming! All hail the god of wine!
All in all, this is a great little book. Peters main message is that in order to really love and accept nature, you cannot place it as a single entity; you have to love, understand and not judge ordinary humans as well. This includes handicapped people, and the last part of the book details Peters introduction to a handicapped man, Boppi, who he initially rejects, but then, with self disgust understands that he was being prejudiced, and ends up forming a great friendship with him. Peter never gets around to writing his book on nature; he decides to humble himself by returning back to his native Alpine village to help his ageing father mend his house and continue his life where it began.



