Siddhartha

Horrible. Where should I start.
Vague descriptions of the setting. Clay houses, dense mango groves, green blue river. It is as if an unsocial person leaves his 21st century abode and marvels at roads and malls and telecom tower.

But what angered me was the blatant misuse of Hindu(?) words which don't even make sense. Words like Samana, Atma, Om are just thrown around here and there without any sense or context. Infact even the people who indulge themselves in spiritual materialism would not appreciate it.

Hermann Hesse did 0 homework when he decided to write this book. At all his flaws and instances of cultural appropriation, this could at best been an essay or a short story.
What's more, even with desparate attempts, the book is painfully shallow and is not even about Buddhism or the founder of Buddhism- Siddhartha.