By Stefan Zweig
Wes Anderson on Stefan Zweig: "I had by no means heard of Zweig...when I simply roughly unintentionally acquired a duplicate of Beware of Pity. I enjoyed this first book. I additionally learn the The Post-Office Girl. The Grand Budapest Hotel has components that have been type of stolen from either those books. characters in our tale are vaguely intended to signify Zweig himself — our “Author” personality, performed through Tom Wilkinson, and the theoretically fictionalised model of himself, performed through Jude legislation. yet, actually, M. Gustave, the most personality who's performed by way of Ralph Fiennes, is modelled considerably on Zweig as well."
"Stefan Zweig used to be a depressing and unorthodox artist; it's essential to have him back."--Salman Rushdie
The nice Austrian author Stefan Zweig was once a grasp anatomist of the deceitful middle, and watch out for Pity, the one novel he released in the course of his lifetime, uncovers the seed of selfishness inside even the best of feelings.
Hofmiller, an Austro-Hungarian cavalry officer stationed on the fringe of the empire, is invited to a celebration on the domestic of a wealthy neighborhood landowner, an international clear of the dreary regimen of the barracks. the environment are glamorous, wine flows freely, and the exhilarated younger Hofmiller asks his host's stunning daughter for a dance, purely to find that disorder has left her painfully crippled. it's a minor blunder that may break his lifestyles, as pity and guilt progressively implicate him in a well-meaning yet tragically wrongheaded plot to revive the sorrowful invalid to health.
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Oh convinced, threefold dunderhead that i used to be, in my agitation I had forgotten all approximately that! To the Villa Kekesfalva, I advised her, remembering, thankfully, because of that horrified exclamation of Ilona’s, the Christian identify of my wretched sufferer: Fräulein Edith von Kekesfalva. ‘Ah sure, in fact, the Kekesfalvas,’ acknowledged Frau Gurtner with delight. ‘Our most sensible consumers. ’ And, yet another query — I had already became to hurry off — did I now not are looking to ship a number of phrases with them? a couple of phrases? Oh, I see! The identify of the sender. Of the donor. How else was once she to grasp who had despatched the vegetation? So once again I entered the store. Taking a visiting-card, I wrote on it: ‘With apologies. ’ No — that used to be most unlikely. that during itself will be a fourth piece of folly. Why should still I remind her of my blunder? yet what else used to be I to jot down? ‘With honest regrets. ’ No, that wouldn’t do, both; she could imagine i used to be sorry for her. most sensible to put in writing not anything, not anything in any respect. ‘Just positioned my card with the plants, Frau Gurtner, simply the cardboard. ’ Now I felt relieved. I moved quickly again to barracks, gulped down my espresso and bought in the course of the morning’s drill by some means, maybe a bit extra absently and not more evenly than traditional. yet within the military nobody will pay a lot consciousness if a lieutenant comes on accountability within the morning with a little a hang-over. what percentage there are who come again, after a riotous evening in Vienna, so drained out that they could scarcely maintain their eyes open, and go to sleep whereas trotting swiftly alongside! in actual fact, it desirable my ebook rather well simply then to have my complete time taken up with shouting phrases of command, examining my males after which driving out. For my army tasks to some degree saved at bay my uneasiness; the disquieting reminiscence was once nonetheless, it was once real, drumming at the back of my temples, and that i nonetheless felt as if an acrid sponge have been lodged in my throat. yet at midday, simply as i used to be approximately to move over to the officials’ mess, my batman got here operating after me with an keen ‘Panje Leutnant! ’ He held in his hand a letter, a longish rectangle — English paper, blue, delicately scented, a coat of fingers elegantly embossed at the again, the envelope addressed in a good pointed hand, a woman’s hand. rapidly tearing it open, I learn: ‘Sincere thank you, my pricey Herr Leutnant, for the undeserved current of gorgeous flora, with which i used to be, and nonetheless am, extremely joyful. Do please come to tea with us on any afternoon that matches you. don't hassle to tell us. i'm — unfortunately! — continuously at domestic. — EDITH V. ok. ’ a fragile hand. Involuntarily I recalled how the slim infantile hands had gripped the sting of the desk, remembered how the light face had unexpectedly flushed pink, as if claret were poured right into a glass. I learn the few strains back, after which a moment and a 3rd time, and breathed a sigh of aid. How discreetly she had glossed over my gauche behaviour! even as how skilfully, how tactfully, she herself had alluded to her illness! ‘I am — sadly! — regularly at domestic. ’ it might be most unlikely to furnish forgiveness extra tastefully.