Tag Archives: Stefan Zweig


And so I hope at least to be able to fulfil one of the chief conditions of any fair portrayal of an era; namely honesty and impartiality. For truly I have been detached, as rarely anyone has in the past, … Continue reading

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I went – no, I staggered out of the room. Before I had reached the end of the dark corridor the last remnants of my strength left me, and my senses receded so that I had to steady myself by … Continue reading

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“The orange one sold last year at auction for more than $58 million.” On the inexplicable appeal of  Jeff Koons. (I still say Tony Hancock’s “The Rebel” had the last word on all that.) There was a time when walking was … Continue reading

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3rd September 1939

From the closing pages of Stefan Zweig’s “The World of  Yesterday”: It was a strange morning. We retreated in silence from the radio… I went into my room and packed my things in a small suitcase. If what a highly placed … Continue reading

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In the footsteps of Stefan Zweig

My Indy review of George Prochnik’s superb biography “The Impossible Exile”: A New York intellectual whose own family fled Austria in the 1930s, he embarks on a journey retracing Zweig’s fretful search for a refuge, from London to Bath to … Continue reading

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