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Vinte e uatro horas na vida de uma mulher é um relato apaixonante e intimista sobre a vida de uma mulher ue se liberta das correntes do pudor e do preconceito social em nome de uma paixão avassaladora This republication of a 1927 novella provided me a first opportunity to experience the fictional work of this beloved Austrian man of letters This pacificist and humanist escaped from the early rise of Fascism for a life of exile in England New York and finally Brazil where he and his wife committed suicide in 1942 That fate shouldn’t affect how you react to his work but for me it did I sought something that reflected the struggle to find meaning of human existence in the face of modern evils but I found instead a cool parable about morality and unintended conseuences of kindness I did appreciate the elegance and intellectual cleverness of the way he nested a story within a story Around the dining table of a small hotel in the French Riviera at the turn of the 20th century the guests witness a respectable married woman with children being charmed by a presumed stranger and suddenly running off with him The discussion among the guests evokes much moral outrage but a lone artistocratic widow extols the virtues of a human capacity to make such a leap for passion at the expense of civilized responsibilies and rational will She is drawn to relate a comparable story when she was younger and acted out of character to help a man gambling beyond his means at the roulette table in Monte Carlo It was her fascination with the expressiveness of her hands that moved her to act on his behalf An amazing riff about her vision of the whole society of gamblers from the perspective of their hands was the best part of this tale for meBecause she is moved by a sense of suicidal desperation in this man she gets involved deeply and is subject to some surprising revelations about his unforeseen character and about her own actions The multiple displacements for the reader by having actions of one fictional story of reflections on one woman’s obscured story kaleidoscoped into another character’s reflection on her past give the novella some worthy mental twists I could respect the artistry of Zweig but I wasn’t able to work up much emotional engagement or garner meaningful take home lessons on the human condition Because now a month after reading this little impact looms in my mind I notched my initial 4 star reaction down to 3 stars From this point I am eager to pursue his Chess Story as perhaps a substantial chance to savor his talentsThis book was provided by the publisher for review by the Netgalley program

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Vierundzwanzig Stunden aus dem Leben einer FrauA rotina de um hotel na Riviera é abalada por uma notícia escandalosa Uma mulher abandona o marido e as duas filhas em nome de uma paixão por um jovem ue havia acabado de conhecer Este episódio despo The heart has its reasons which reason knows not Blaise Pascal Le coeur a ses raisons ue la raison ne connaît point Petty prejudices fear of the unknown and the painfulness of having to face one’s own shortcomings can swirl one into obnoxious judgmentalness We humble and ignorant wizard apprentices in a life we cannot re create might never acuire adeuate depth of insight and wisdom to understand another one’s – or even our own heart one’s innermost feelings and inner storms Austrian writer Stefan Zweig 1881 1942 did as this gorgeous novella abundantly and proficiently demonstrates In a small pension at the French Riviera an apparently respectable married woman overnight abandons her husband and offspring to elope with a perfect stranger Abhorred a few other couples residing in the pension discuss her conduct vehemently Why did she behave like that? Was it a planned act of conspiracy or did it euate a whimsical coup de foudre? What kind of woman could be that wicked? I recall the horrible Sylvia Tietjens in Ford Madox Ford’s Parade's End Their commensal the narrator bored and irritated by the bigot display of moral purity and bourgeois arrogance challenges the couples’ haughty thoughts and comes to the defence of the ‘fallen’ woman Taking the noble stance that ‘he’d rather understand others than condemn them’ he draws the attention of another guest a distinguished old English lady Mrs C Pushed by the scandal evoking strong reminiscences Mrs C after 20 years of shame and silence feels the need to finally pour her heart out on what has been the most eventful and passionate 24 hours in her life That is where a remarkable tale within the tale starts ending up in a secular confession a woman talking about the passion Her story catapults us back to the deliciously vicious mundane setting of fin de siècle Monte Carlo where Mrs C world weary seeks thrill in the casino to feel that she is still alive after her husband’s untimely death In my second year of mourning that is to say my forty second year I had come to Monte Carlo at the end of March in my unacknowledged flight from time that had become worthless and was than I could deal with To be honest I came there out of tedium out of the painful emptiness of the heart that wells up like nausea and at least tries to nourish itself on small external stimulations The less I felt in myself the strongly I was drawn to those places where the whirligig of life spins rapidly If you are experiencing nothing yourself the passionate restlessness of others stimulates the nervous system like music or dramaWithin a space of twenty four hours she will learn life reconfiguring lessons on human nature and herself inspired by the encounter with a troubled young Polish diplomat in the casino ‘I had come to know immeasurably about reality than in my preceding forty respectable years of life’ The word ‘impossible’ suddenly has lost its meaning to her Despair obsession passion crisis will become her part Zweig plays masterfully with the conventions of the genre depicting the raffish aristocrats and the dubious couettes lacing the most elegant sentences brilliantly together The most impressive however is his amazingly intricate psychological dissection of the heart and soul of the aging woman regarding her own life as utterly pointless aiming to rescue another lost soul I summoned everything in me to save him by all the means at my command A human being may know such an hour perhaps only once in his life and out of millions again perhaps only one will know it but for that terrible chance I myself would never have guessed how ardently desperately with what boundless greed a man given up for lost will still suck at every red drop of life Kept safe for 20 years from all the demonic forces of existence I would never have understood how magnificently how fantastically Nature can merge hot and cold life and death delight and despair together in a few brief moments And that night was so full of conflict and of talk of passion and anger and hatred with tears of entreaty and intoxication that it seemed to me to last a thousand years and we two human beings who fell entwined into its chasm one of us in a frenzy the other unsuspecting emerged from that mortal tumult changed completely transformed senses and emotions transmuted Some parallels can be drawn with one of Zweig’s literary heroes both in the psychological scrutinizing of the characters and the intense style Fyodor Dostoevsky Zweig’s story both echoes White Nights and even The Gambler Zweig published a study about Dostoevsky and Balzac and Dickens in 1920 Three Masters Balzac Dickens Dostoeffsky In 1920 in his Reminiscences of Leo Nikolaevich Tolstoy Maxim Gorky Zweig’s highly admired friend wrote on Tolstoy at cards ‘His hands become nervous when he picks up the cards exactly as if he were holding live birds instead of inanimate pieces of cardboard’ By letting Mrs C’s passion develop from chiromantic observations comparing hands to animals one could say Zweig probably paid homage to his dear friend In turn Maxim Gorky wrote about Zweig’s novella he had never read anything profound I saw two hands such as I had never seen before left and right clutching each other like doggedly determined animals bracing and extending together and against one another with such heightened tension that the fingers joints cracked with a dry sound like a nut cracking open They were hands of rare beauty unusually long unusually slender yet taut and muscular – very white the nails pale at their tips gently curving and the colour of mother of pearl As Zweig admired Freud something could be said about the erotically hued mothering of the widow over a man the same age as her son Thinking of the flowering phenomenon of wealthy cougar women in our times the difference in age as such might be less unfamiliar and scandalous than it was back in 1926 which by no means diminishes the power of the story at presentMy thanks go to Ina and Jean Paul for their enthusiasm about Zweig stimulated me to blow the dust from Zweig’s collected stories residing on the shelf again This collection’s title story is Zweig’s most famous work Chess Story aka The Royal Game Even though I remember loving this novella when reading it aeons ago it was the ominous word ‘chess’ on the cover that kept me from continuing reading the collection 25 years ago my beloved endeavored to learn me the basics of the chess game He started with checkmating me in 2 moves naggingly metaphorizing chess to life losing in chess euals losing in life Older and wiser I prefer to second the assertion that chess is not like life as chess has rules Intrigued by Mitteleuropa its history literature and art its intellectual life in the coffee houses Prague Budapest Vienna and by his fabulous range of interesting friends I hope to get to Zweig’s famous memoir The World of Yesterday soon I read the novella in a Dutch translation and would like to thank NetGalley and the publisher Pushkin Press for providing me with a copy of the English translation by Anthea Bell which allowed me to insert some uotes in English It is not for me to judge another man's life I must judge I must choose I must spurn purely for myself For myself alone ― Hermann Hesse Siddhartha

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mobi Ä doc Vierundzwanzig Stunden aus dem Leben einer Frau Free · Stefan Zweig È [Download] ➻ Vierundzwanzig Stunden aus dem Leben einer Frau ➼ Stefan Zweig – Helpyouantib.co.uk A rotina de um hotel na Riviera é abalada por uma notícia escandalosa Uma mulher abandonLeta uma acesa discussão entre os hóspedes do hotel e leva a Senhora C uma aristocrata inglesa de sessenta e sete anos a recordar um episódio secreto da sua vida ue a tortura há mais de duas décadas Zweig again displays his magic in his ability to grasp resolutely and devoutly the reader’s attention uickly And again he chooses public spaces where paradoxically the most private corners of a person’s soul can be encountered hotels trains ships and casinos Places of transit with an element of chancePeripatetic that he was these places offered him endless portrait galleries from where he could pick his types And incisive examiner that he was his surgical observations exposed the crevices of the human hearts not visible on the disclosed canvases And in those crevices he always detects the passions that forceful and elusive substance that exerts its will over any always ineffectual shieldSeductivelyOne also recognizes his amiable and profound impartiality in the way he could mold a story to show how very predictable the unpredictable isIt all can happen in a short and measured slice of a person’s life