Flu
t
di
Finsterni:
36
POBSERVERe
I. österr. behördl. konzessioniertes
Unternehmen für Zeitungs-Ausschnitte
WIEN, I. WOLLZELE 11
TELEPHON R-23-0-42
Ausschnitt aus:
m om
Era
LONDON
28 Uol. 1931
That queer genius, Arthur
Schnitzler, is Jead.
One never somehow regarded
him as an old man. His" Ana¬
tole“' seems so fresh and vouth¬
ful and vivid. It was that little
play, when they did it at the
Palace, which first made me
dream of a gay, careless and
gracions Vienna.
But Schnitzler was a person ef
consummate genius in many
ways.
Those" Anatole“ things which
always wore the air of having
been thrown off with a casual
grace had their obverse in the
most subtle and intricate psychia¬
trical studies.
My colleague, Erich Glass,
wrote to me last week telling me
of the passing of his friend and
of his new book Which was pub¬
lished onthe dav before his death.
It is called“ Flucht in die Fin¬
(" Flight into Dark¬
sternis
ness!/). It tells with intimate and
loving kindness the tale of two
brothers. The one extorts from
the other a pledge that he will
shoot him if the madness which he
feels within himself shall become
evident to the world.
The madness grows and
presently there comes a time when
the pledge must be fulfilled.
Tragedy stalks across the page.
The madman is filled with the
sudden cunning of panic and
shoots his brother.
The book, I am told, is shortly
to be issued in an English trans¬
lation.
box 6/3
JOBSERVERC
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Unternehmen für Zeitungs-Ausschnitte
WIEN, I., WOLLZEILE 11
TELEPHON R-23-0-43
Ausschnitt aus:
Eretract from
Observer
LONDON
2 5 M0l. 193
SCHNITZLER’S
LAST WORK.
4 STORT OF MENTAL
DISEASE.
(From Ou
spondent.)
er 23.
The v
or the
publica
fthe
Intime
zler
left be
and
run
W
die
1h3
11
tain
10 S
feel
He
ien
Lim
he su
sees
the 1
him¬
madm:
his
self fa
derely
own life
the clim
lological
and psychiatrical
chthe hand
tender and
of Schnitzler, delinea
romantic love, has lost nothing of 1ts
cunning
There is a story told of Schnitzler in his!
third role, the feted Viennese litterateur.
His affections suffered a set-back at some!
charming and witty lady’s hands, Sheex¬
plained this by saying that he bored
holes into one's soul, and the feel¬
ing was uncomfortäble.
Berlin has loved Schnitzler more than he
loved Berlin. His reputation took some time
grow in circumstances so different
from bis own milieu of pre-war officer and
Civil Servant—the German products of
these two castes were so entirely differen“.
But Sehnitzler's seventieth birthdgy was to
have been celebrated throughout Germany
with festival performances of those short
plays which first made the world awars
that French lightness of touch combined
with German profundity of thought had
united in one great talent.
Outwardly a spoilt child of fortune, like
touched him hard. A beloved daughter
ncted as though she were one of the crea¬
tions of her father’s brain, and took her
own life under dramatie circumstances.
But his friends personal and unknown,
were legion, and with his passing one ouf¬
standing reminder of the Austria that was
has gone t0 join other regretful memories.
1
t
di
Finsterni:
36
POBSERVERe
I. österr. behördl. konzessioniertes
Unternehmen für Zeitungs-Ausschnitte
WIEN, I. WOLLZELE 11
TELEPHON R-23-0-42
Ausschnitt aus:
m om
Era
LONDON
28 Uol. 1931
That queer genius, Arthur
Schnitzler, is Jead.
One never somehow regarded
him as an old man. His" Ana¬
tole“' seems so fresh and vouth¬
ful and vivid. It was that little
play, when they did it at the
Palace, which first made me
dream of a gay, careless and
gracions Vienna.
But Schnitzler was a person ef
consummate genius in many
ways.
Those" Anatole“ things which
always wore the air of having
been thrown off with a casual
grace had their obverse in the
most subtle and intricate psychia¬
trical studies.
My colleague, Erich Glass,
wrote to me last week telling me
of the passing of his friend and
of his new book Which was pub¬
lished onthe dav before his death.
It is called“ Flucht in die Fin¬
(" Flight into Dark¬
sternis
ness!/). It tells with intimate and
loving kindness the tale of two
brothers. The one extorts from
the other a pledge that he will
shoot him if the madness which he
feels within himself shall become
evident to the world.
The madness grows and
presently there comes a time when
the pledge must be fulfilled.
Tragedy stalks across the page.
The madman is filled with the
sudden cunning of panic and
shoots his brother.
The book, I am told, is shortly
to be issued in an English trans¬
lation.
box 6/3
JOBSERVERC
I. österr. behördl. konzessioniertes
Unternehmen für Zeitungs-Ausschnitte
WIEN, I., WOLLZEILE 11
TELEPHON R-23-0-43
Ausschnitt aus:
Eretract from
Observer
LONDON
2 5 M0l. 193
SCHNITZLER’S
LAST WORK.
4 STORT OF MENTAL
DISEASE.
(From Ou
spondent.)
er 23.
The v
or the
publica
fthe
Intime
zler
left be
and
run
W
die
1h3
11
tain
10 S
feel
He
ien
Lim
he su
sees
the 1
him¬
madm:
his
self fa
derely
own life
the clim
lological
and psychiatrical
chthe hand
tender and
of Schnitzler, delinea
romantic love, has lost nothing of 1ts
cunning
There is a story told of Schnitzler in his!
third role, the feted Viennese litterateur.
His affections suffered a set-back at some!
charming and witty lady’s hands, Sheex¬
plained this by saying that he bored
holes into one's soul, and the feel¬
ing was uncomfortäble.
Berlin has loved Schnitzler more than he
loved Berlin. His reputation took some time
grow in circumstances so different
from bis own milieu of pre-war officer and
Civil Servant—the German products of
these two castes were so entirely differen“.
But Sehnitzler's seventieth birthdgy was to
have been celebrated throughout Germany
with festival performances of those short
plays which first made the world awars
that French lightness of touch combined
with German profundity of thought had
united in one great talent.
Outwardly a spoilt child of fortune, like
touched him hard. A beloved daughter
ncted as though she were one of the crea¬
tions of her father’s brain, and took her
own life under dramatie circumstances.
But his friends personal and unknown,
were legion, and with his passing one ouf¬
standing reminder of the Austria that was
has gone t0 join other regretful memories.
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