Vengono qui racccolti quattro racconti di Stefan Zweig, autore di primo piano della cultura mitteleuropea e narratore assai stimato ed ammirato (anche se non da parte di alcuni suoi contemporanei, come Schnitzler e Mann). “La donna e il paesaggio” narra dell’ addensarsi di un temporale che do...
Publicado en http://lecturaylocura.com/confusion-d...“Confusión de Sentimientos” de Stefan Zweig. En torno al intimismoSi hay un autor clásico con el que disfrute en demasía ese es, sin lugar a dudas, el austríaco Stefan Zweig, elección ineludible para mi proyecto de acabar de leer toda la obra d...
4.5 starsNo one could guess what the soul of a woman was capable of...- Stefan Zweig: Mary Stuart (1935)Aroused by the differing opinions on this controversial queen, Stefan Zweig sought to illuminate the view of the legend, not within the typical frame of researching a historical figure, but by ...
حذار من الشفقة – ستيفان زفايغخامس عمل أقرؤه لزفايغ بعد فوضى المشاعر وقصة شطرنج وعنف الديكتاتورية وماري أنطوانيت. وقد كنت قد كونت عنه فكرة طيبة مما قرأتُ له سابقاً.. ولم تكن هذه استثناء.. بل لربما فاقت توقعاتي إلى حد كبير. وقبل أن أخوض بالحكاية والشخوص.. أود أن أعلق على العنوان "حذار من الشفقة" وا...
FRAGMENTED IDENTITIES / FRAGMENTED NOVELOne has to approach this novella with trepidation. Zweig did not publish it. The first and posthumous edition is from 1982, after a considerable reworking of Zweig’s drafts by Knut Beck. Zweig took his own life in a planned manner in February 1942, but...
Under the heading of ‘Distinguishing Marks’ in the booklet recording her employment as a servant, a single line scored across the space available signified that she had none, but if the authorities had been obliged to give a description of her character, the most fleeting glance would have requir...
He went to meet her with arms outstretched, almost flung wide. “There you are,” he repeated, his voice climbing the scale from surprise to delight ever more clearly, while his tender glance lingered on her beloved form. “I was almost afraid you wouldn’t come!” “Do you real...
All at once there was a shape like a black spinning top circling before her eyes, her knees froze in dreadful rigidity, and she had to catch hold of the banister rail in haste to keep herself from falling abruptly forwards. It was not the first time she had taken the risk of visiting him here, an...
His forty-first birthday, as he quickly reflected, an observation that neither pleased nor displeased him. He swiftly leafed through the crisp pages of the paper, and hailed a taxi to take him home to his apartment. His manservant told him that while he was away there had been two visitors as wel...
The Baron had only a few days left, and he wanted to make the most of them. Resistance to the angry child’s obstinacy, they both felt, was useless, so they resorted to the last and ignoble way out: flight, just to get away from his tyranny for an hour or two. “Take these l...
Whereas the Scottish lords would be allowed to appear before the tribunal, equipped with all their proofs, Mary was to be represented only by two confidential agents. Solely from a distance and through intermediaries could she levy her counter-accusation against the rebel lords who, for their par...
But I don’t have the final, incontrovertible proof. “Betsy,” my husband always tells me, “you’re a clever woman, a quick observer, and you have a sharp eye, but you let your temperament lead you astray, and then you make up your mind too hastily.” Well, my husband has known me for thirty-two year...
Thousands of waves wash round us without cease, Often delighted, sometimes pleased, we’re whirled From joy to grief, and so from hour to hour Our restless feelings waver, change and sway. Our senses know a strange, tumultuous power, And in the turmoil find no place to stay. &nbs...
Is that what suddenly makes it so dim in our room? No. The air is silvery clear and still, as it seldom is on these summer days, but it is getting late, and we didn’t notice. Only the dormer windows opposite still smile with a faint glow, and the sky above the roof ridge is veiled by golden mist....
For two months, then three months, the National Assembly of France has been in a state of indecision: should it back war against the coalition of emperors and kings, or should it argue for peace? King Louis XVI himself cannot make up his mind; he has a presentiment of the danger if victory goes t...
the voices came echoing over from the little island. “Just coming,” I replied quickly, and glad to escape more embarrassment I threw myself vigorously into the water. A couple of diving strokes, the inspiring pleasure of driving myself forward through the water, the clarity and cold of the unfeel...