I finished this recently and found it life changing in a number of aspects. I’m reading Hesse’s Demian now and I’m left thinking about a specific scene in Steppenwolf. Towards the end of the book when Hermine and Harry are at the ball, and she’s dressed as a man, the two of them both flirt with and dance with the women at the ball, all while still being in sync with each other. While dressed as a man she resembles, almost exactly, his childhood friend Herman for whom he had a love that it’s clear even he doesn’t understand. He describes himself and Hermine, and I’m paraphrasing, as hunting together. It’s this beautiful sequence that to me acts as a cipher for the rest of the book and his work at large. All of his work is attempting to have this moment. Past, future, man, woman, human and beast in one synchronized dance, attempting to feel something.