(or how I am using Netgalley to slowly accumulate the collected works of Stefan Zweig).
(Also, again I have selected on Netgalley that I would like to connect with the author and Netgalley has done nothing NOTHING! to make this happen and just because Zweig has been dead since 1942, that is no excuse. Netgalley, you put that option to connect to dead people, then I am expecting you to follow through.)
(Also, as per the last time I wrote about Stefan Zweig, I must mention the sheer beauty in futility of his death: likely killing himself in Brazil in 1942, in part as a rebuke, and in part as desperation, against the Nazis. It seems like a gorgeously fictitious way to die.)
Yay! More Zweig (which if you say in a very poor German accent, sounds a lot like swag, which is what getting another Stefan Zweig book to read is like: glorious, unearned, luxurious swag). Five short essays/stories on points in history where fate or people or I don’t really know — the collection starts with Zweig dribbling some Tolstoi spew to elucidate something about history and importance or people, I don’t know. It read like a twelve year old with a thesaurus trying to pad out an essay. I even went back after I read the rest of the book to try and make sense of it and nope. And I was like “Zweig — why are you doing this to me?” But thankfully, the spew is like two pages and then we get right into the meat and reading Zweig is like a blanket on a bed next to a fire and it’s just so easy to slip on in there and read about history that I forgive your Tolstoi-spew Zweig. I still don’t understand it, but I forgive it, because I got to spend yesterday evening reading Zweig in my bed and it was wondrous.
Triumph and Disaster by Stefan Zweig went on sale November 14, 2017.
I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.