When a publicist from IFC invited me to a press screening of Patrice 
Leconte’s “A Promise” (the film opens Friday in NY), I could not resist. 
Leconte was one of my favorite directors and I considered his “Ridicule” 
a masterpiece. Since IFC described “A Promise” as a tale about a young 
man of humble origins taking up a clerical post in a German steel 
factory at the beginning of WWI, it sounded as if Leconte had returned 
to the concerns of “Ridicule”, a film that pitted a minor aristocrat in 
pre-revolutionary France against the snobbery and authoritarianism of 
Louis XIV’s court. It seemed all the more promising (no pun intended) 
given the screenplay’s origins as a Stefan Zweig novella titled “Journey 
into the Past”. I was aware that there was something of a Stefan Zweig 
revival afoot, reflected by Wes Anderson’s homage to him in “The Grand 
Budapest Hotel” and new editions of his fiction and nonfiction work from 
both New York Review of Books and Pushkin Press, a boutique publisher 
specializing in fine literature.

This much I knew about Stefan Zweig. He was the quintessential fin de 
siècle author from the quintessential fin de siècle city—Vienna. He was 
a pacifist who opposed WWI and a Jew who fled Nazi Germany. He was also 
connected to a wide range of intellectuals and public figures, ranging 
from the Zionist Theodor Herzl to Richard Strauss, the German composer 
who had an ambivalent relationship to the Third Reich but who stood by 
Zweig when it came to including his librettist’s name in a programme. He 
was particularly close to Sigmund Freud, Arthur Schnitzler and Romain 
Rolland, three other key figures from fin de siècle Vienna. After 
relocating to Brazil, Stefan Zweig and his wife committed suicide 
together. Like fellow Jew Walter Benjamin, he succumbed to despair.

full: http://www.counterpunch.org/2014/04/21/the-return-of-stefan-zweig/
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