Zweig in Brazil

The house where he and his wife, Lotte, committed suicide in February 1942.

I would not have believed that in my sixtieth year I would sit in a little Brazilian village, served by a barefoot black girl and miles and miles away from all that was formerly my life, books, concerts, friends, conversation. But we feel extremely happy here, the little bungalow with its large covered terrace (our real living room) has a splendid view over the mountains and just in front a tiny cafehaus, called “Cafe Elegante” where I can have a delicious cafe for a halfpenny and enjoy the company of black mule drivers…I am working and in my idle hours I play the master-games of a big chess book — one feels far away from all and even the war.

Letter, October-November 1941.

More background in Clive James’s essay in “Cultural Amnesia”.

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