In the 1920s and 30s, Stefan Zweig was one of the most popular authors in Europe and even in the U.S., with many of his works translated from German into English. Jay Nordlinger writes:
Zweig was Viennese, born in 1881. Jewish—but not self-consciously so. European. Eventually, Hitler rose to power and anti-Semitism exploded—which made many people feel very Jewish indeed. . . . One episode of Zweig’s life involves an opera. He wrote the libretto for Die schweigsame Frau, composed by Richard Strauss. Strauss, showing spine, refused to allow Zweig’s name to be taken off posters and programs. The Nazis banned the opera after three performances.
Zweig went to England, then New York, then Brazil. He wrote a memoir, The World of Yesterday, describing life before Nazism ended it. The day after he finished the memoir, Zweig and his wife, Lotte, killed themselves. That was on February 22, 1942.
Thus Jewish characters and themes make up only a small portion of Zweig’s very large oeuvre, but one can’t really discuss him without being conscious that he was a Jew. Nordlinger examines his 1927 novella The Post-Office Girl:
The title character is Christine Hoflehner, age twenty-eight. Her family has been ruined by the World War—along with countless other families. . . . One day, something unexpected takes place: relatives—a well-off aunt and uncle, living in America—ask Christine to spend a week with them at a resort hotel in Switzerland. Christine discovers how the other half lives, or how the cream lives. It changes her. But the fancy folk at the hotel have discovered her poverty, which creates a scandal. Christine is forced to leave, humiliated. Back in her backwater town, she finds life more unbearable than ever.
Zweig’s writing is raw and refined at the same time. However elegant, it is honest and penetrating. He is a master of description—physical and mental.
I haven’t read this particular novella, but it’s striking how much of Zweig’s fiction takes place in resort hotels, often showing their carefree atmosphere violated by an intrusion of brutal reality. Perhaps that’s how Zweig experienced World War I and, even more so, the rise of Nazism. It’s a feeling many Jews today know well.
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