A refreshing approach to the life and work of Austrian writer Stefan Zweig.
In the Future of Yesterday delves into Stefan Zweig’s considerable contribution to world literature, rooted in the Austro-Jewish tradition. His privileged social background saw him embrace European culture and cosmopolitanism. A world traveler from the outset he liked to uproot himself, but whether he stayed in London, New York or, eventually, in Brazil, his literary baggage continued to contain the flair of fin de siècle Vienna.
This biography re-examines Zweig’s influential time in England and offers new insights into his final years in the United States and Brazil. It discusses some of his prolific literary output in relation to his life and explores his political views on Europe, Zionism, and the world order in greater depth than previous appraisals of Zweig’s life.
The book also considers the many contradictions in Zweig’s views and attitudes, which included an initial, and surprising, leniency towards fascism. Most importantly though, In the Future of Yesterday presents Zweig as a towering figure of a form of writing that was bursting with life and that was written in the knowledge that there can only be a future if we remain conscious of the past. In that sense, Zweig is a writer for our time.
I admire Görner a lot for this 'life': this is someone who knows Zweig possibly better than he knew himself. It is a heady mix of biography, literary gossip and (at times) slightly wild conjecture about Zweig's inner life. I'm not sure I come out the other side entirely liking the subject: I've long appreciated Zweig's fictional universe and his deep-seated melancholia about the demise of the Old Continent; the man himself comes across as - well - let's say single minded. His attitudes towards women.... Strange sexual proclivities described with a curious mix of decorum and salaciousness. Anyway, all that aside (not that these are small matters), it's clear Zweig was driven, connected, passionate and extremely moved by the plight of Europe. I hadn't realised the depth of his friendships with literary characters all over Europe. Mind you I didn't realise he was also somewhat the butt of jokes from such luminaries as Thomas Mann, who seemed to deeply resent Zweig's inherited wealth, easy fame and connections. For them, an author who committed the deep sin of being popular but not populist, erudite but not quite clever enough. For me, Görner's account, for all its magisterial depth of knowledge and comparative flex across a mindblowing array of European writers (most of whom long forgotten in the popular consciousness) stuck a little too close to a very traditional reviewer's style of viewing the life through the writing (I guess I'm too much of a Barthes-influenced 'death of the author' kind of reader...). That said, it was wonderful to bathe in Zweig's writing again and learn a lot more about the contexts he inhabited. And the tragedy of his forlorn exit from this world....