“In the Footsteps of a Dream” is something, even in the complex, diverse work of Hermann Hesse, that stands somewhat apart. Is this philosophical prose - or just philosophy dressed up in artistic form? Is it a collection of strange parables - or an autobiography, unimaginably bizarrely constructed? Decide for yourself - as well as what literary “types and subtypes” the works conventionally called “the late prose of Hermann Hesse” really belong to...