Was ok, a bit too intellectual for my taste, and I'm not quite sure what it was supposed to mean.
A young man in the times of Budhdha, goes out to explore , hmm what ? the meaning of life perhaps. He goes through the circle of life, embracing ascetism, hedonism, sex, knowledge at various stages. And at the end where does that finally leave him? I'm not quite sure.
This is the third nobel prize winning book that I've read and not liked, and I think I'm seeing a pattern here now - they all tend to be shortish books, where not much "happens" in terms of action. There are passages which are supposed to mean something - and they seem to scream quite loudly that they *mean* something, however they go wayyyy over my head.
And after reading them, I get the distinct feeling that I wasted my time.
Note to self - avoid nobel prize winning works in the future.