I'm currently behind on reviews, so don't be surprised if the recent reviews are a bit sparse.

The World of Yesterday

Cover of The World of Yesterday.

Autobiographical memories of Zweig’s youth in Austrian empire Vienna, as an intellectual jew. Balancing on the line between “elegant” and “overly flowery”, late-life Zweig had surprisingly turned into a fan of the monarchy. He’s busy romanticising the past, but he does it so well that I can’t be mad at him.

When I read it the first time, I was absolutely enchanted with the prose. I had never experienced this level of emotion as response to prose. It’s still a special memory, realising that this level of literatur existed, and what it could do to me.