F
or those of you interested in furry/therian literature, here's a bone for you.
I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray that finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.
Der Steppenwolf, written by 19th Century German author Herman Hesse, is a highly spiritual, somewhat melancholic novel about a man named Harry Haller who is torn between the contended life of the bourgeoisie, and the lonely, visceral existence of the
Steppenwolf (literally "wolf of the steppes"), personally identifying as both a man and a wolf.
This, although the significance is entirely symbolic, was of interest to me, because it seems to be very relatable to those who consider themselves therians, otherkin, or spiritually linked, in some way or another, to an animal. I haven't read it in a while, but would recommend it on Hesse's congenial style alone. I'm probably going to have to re-read it after writing this!
