2. Guttings
box 38/2
HEMSTREET
Oe WARREN STREET
Nxw vonk CIry
WORLL
Schnitzler, Old, Admires
America s Toung 1951
Is Sorry He Put Offi
Coming Until Too
Late
By David Ewen
YOW. that Arthur Schnitzler, the
80
famous German novelist and
1
playwright, is growing old his
deepest regret is that he has never
vislted America, It is true that men
far older than he have successfully
made the trip across the ocean. Only
recently, Sir George Henschel, the
Englisi composer and conductor, came
here to help the Boston Symphony
Orchestra celebrate its fiftieth annt¬
versary—and Sir George häs alrendy
seen his eightieth year. Awzn. how¬
ever, Is as oid as he feels—awl, though
Arthur Schnitzler Is only sixty-eight,
∆ 2
he feels much, much, older. His face
VENN
is deeply wrinkled. Sis eyes are dull
and appear sad and tired over heavy
bags, he walks with a heavy galt and
with stooped back. In spirit and in
flesh he is already an old man.
But though he is old and feels thet
death cannot be very far away, there
Arthur Schnitzler
is by no means any melancholy or
despalr in him
fads. But this, far from being a re¬
Younger men than I have been
grettable state of affairs, is to me
known to die,“ he sald softly and
most commendable. It Is a healthy
peacefully—onc could easily see that
condition in which it is comparatively
the contemplation of death did not
casy to make glgantic strides forward
frighten him in the least.“have
In theffuture in scientific and artistic
worked hard during my life, and when
s the proper soll in
matters.
the time comes I am quite prepared
which frult ean blossom with most
to go. Of course, es long as life 18
fertility.
spared me so long will there be mort
You say in America that the drama
and more work for me to complete.
1s dying? To me, of course, such a
My pen is never idie. I am now work¬
fear is ridiculous. An art can never
ing on three books, and should it be
die. True, drama, because of certaln
fated that I complete them all I shall
Inevitable conditions, is in a sort of
gladly begin work on others. How¬
stagnancy: fluctuating perlods of
ever,I am always ready to drop tay
stagnation and fertility are inevitable
pen, because I feel and know that I
In the life offevery art. But to say
have Ilved both wisely and well dur¬
it is dead, especially when you Ameri¬
ang my fffetime. At least my con¬
gans have a man like Eugene O’Neill
science in that direction i8 clear.“
In your midst, is futlle pessimism.
Talking pictures can never replace
Ameriea Today
the spoken drama, I do not deny the#
Is Europe Tomorrow
importance of the talking, picture as
And à moment, later he added, as
a new type of artistic expression—
though in afterthought: But I de
but it is a type of artistic expression
have one deep regret. My greatest
dilferent from the spoken drama.
sorrow at present is that I have never
Talking pietures may supplement the#
vislted your remarkable country, and
drama, but they will never supplant:
therefore have never had the enviable
it. At its best it will be eighth lively
opportunity of seeing it and studying
art—and an art in which, I am confl¬
it at first hand. And, unfortunately,
dent, America will prove to be gu¬
T am now too old to remedy this!“
preme.“
We were sitting on the comfortably
soft: toucht in Arthur Schnittler's
charming study. The walls are cov¬
with bookoases Heavlly;, lined with
books, One of these bookcases, mod¬
estly covered by a velvet curtaln,
contains all of Arthur. Schnitzler’s
works in all translated languages.
The (one windpw’ of the room looks
out upon a luxurlously fertile garden,
where during the spring, summer
and early autumn Dr. Schnitzler does
all of his writing. It was rapidly be¬
coming dusk, and the room—as we
were talking—was becoming suffused
serene, mellow darkness.
with
Schnitzler did not trouble putting on
the light. He was buried in the soft¬
ness of the couch and he was quletly
speaking to me about America.
have no Illusions abont America
being something of a Utopla in the
miniature,“ he sald, for I well know
that it Istnothing of the sort. But
Ameriea interests me profoundb#
und has interested me for many vours
alrendfe-Because #tobrionsly polhts
the, way to the kuture. Whether we
With this future er
Wierinen?
box 38/2
HEMSTREET
Oe WARREN STREET
Nxw vonk CIry
WORLL
Schnitzler, Old, Admires
America s Toung 1951
Is Sorry He Put Offi
Coming Until Too
Late
By David Ewen
YOW. that Arthur Schnitzler, the
80
famous German novelist and
1
playwright, is growing old his
deepest regret is that he has never
vislted America, It is true that men
far older than he have successfully
made the trip across the ocean. Only
recently, Sir George Henschel, the
Englisi composer and conductor, came
here to help the Boston Symphony
Orchestra celebrate its fiftieth annt¬
versary—and Sir George häs alrendy
seen his eightieth year. Awzn. how¬
ever, Is as oid as he feels—awl, though
Arthur Schnitzler Is only sixty-eight,
∆ 2
he feels much, much, older. His face
VENN
is deeply wrinkled. Sis eyes are dull
and appear sad and tired over heavy
bags, he walks with a heavy galt and
with stooped back. In spirit and in
flesh he is already an old man.
But though he is old and feels thet
death cannot be very far away, there
Arthur Schnitzler
is by no means any melancholy or
despalr in him
fads. But this, far from being a re¬
Younger men than I have been
grettable state of affairs, is to me
known to die,“ he sald softly and
most commendable. It Is a healthy
peacefully—onc could easily see that
condition in which it is comparatively
the contemplation of death did not
casy to make glgantic strides forward
frighten him in the least.“have
In theffuture in scientific and artistic
worked hard during my life, and when
s the proper soll in
matters.
the time comes I am quite prepared
which frult ean blossom with most
to go. Of course, es long as life 18
fertility.
spared me so long will there be mort
You say in America that the drama
and more work for me to complete.
1s dying? To me, of course, such a
My pen is never idie. I am now work¬
fear is ridiculous. An art can never
ing on three books, and should it be
die. True, drama, because of certaln
fated that I complete them all I shall
Inevitable conditions, is in a sort of
gladly begin work on others. How¬
stagnancy: fluctuating perlods of
ever,I am always ready to drop tay
stagnation and fertility are inevitable
pen, because I feel and know that I
In the life offevery art. But to say
have Ilved both wisely and well dur¬
it is dead, especially when you Ameri¬
ang my fffetime. At least my con¬
gans have a man like Eugene O’Neill
science in that direction i8 clear.“
In your midst, is futlle pessimism.
Talking pictures can never replace
Ameriea Today
the spoken drama, I do not deny the#
Is Europe Tomorrow
importance of the talking, picture as
And à moment, later he added, as
a new type of artistic expression—
though in afterthought: But I de
but it is a type of artistic expression
have one deep regret. My greatest
dilferent from the spoken drama.
sorrow at present is that I have never
Talking pietures may supplement the#
vislted your remarkable country, and
drama, but they will never supplant:
therefore have never had the enviable
it. At its best it will be eighth lively
opportunity of seeing it and studying
art—and an art in which, I am confl¬
it at first hand. And, unfortunately,
dent, America will prove to be gu¬
T am now too old to remedy this!“
preme.“
We were sitting on the comfortably
soft: toucht in Arthur Schnittler's
charming study. The walls are cov¬
with bookoases Heavlly;, lined with
books, One of these bookcases, mod¬
estly covered by a velvet curtaln,
contains all of Arthur. Schnitzler’s
works in all translated languages.
The (one windpw’ of the room looks
out upon a luxurlously fertile garden,
where during the spring, summer
and early autumn Dr. Schnitzler does
all of his writing. It was rapidly be¬
coming dusk, and the room—as we
were talking—was becoming suffused
serene, mellow darkness.
with
Schnitzler did not trouble putting on
the light. He was buried in the soft¬
ness of the couch and he was quletly
speaking to me about America.
have no Illusions abont America
being something of a Utopla in the
miniature,“ he sald, for I well know
that it Istnothing of the sort. But
Ameriea interests me profoundb#
und has interested me for many vours
alrendfe-Because #tobrionsly polhts
the, way to the kuture. Whether we
With this future er
Wierinen?