The Glass Bead Game by Hermann Hesse. Wow. Just… wow. A beautiful work of literature. It doesn’t matter whether you’re interested in the philosophical elements of the book, it doesn’t matter if you like the story, none of it matters except the artful composure of the book in its entirety. Arguably, of course, the reason the book is so beautiful is because of all the elements that join together to make it so, but at the end of the day, I can’t imagine many people not enjoying it. It works on so many levels. For some, it’s a novel; for others, a work of philosophy; for others, a poetical work of artistry that stretches far beyond that which we would normally place in the category of ‘literature’. Can you tell I’m in the third group?
A really, really wonderful book. You must read it at some point. Not necessarily right now, but whenever you have the time and the inclination to savour and cherish it, the way it should be read.