Stefan Zweig tells of the Vienna of his youth, which he calls the world of security: a city that believed in progress and cared more about the theatre than about politics. Then come his discovery of literature, his travels to Paris, London and India, and his meetings with Rilke, Rodin and Verhaeren.
Zweig wrote these memoirs in exile, shortly before his death: a portrait full of nostalgia for a Europe you could cross without a passport, and which was about to disappear.
Told in the first person, like a confidence, the book is a pleasure to read in the language you are learning.
