Everyone knows this, the occurrence of common coincidences. You heard about an event, a book, an artwork that you have not seen for years, and suddenly you hear it again the next day and again the next day and again next week. Whenever this happens, it seems that fate carries a little magic trick.
I currently live in New York. Even the most literate Americans usually do not have European literature, so I was really surprised when a sociologist asked me about the fun of Stephen Zweig about two months ago. He was a calm and thoughtful man; When he talked about the world yesterday, he was upset. The book fell into his hands accidentally, he cried, and he barely believed how fast it is, how it moves. Did I read it?
("Die Presse", printed edition, 03/24/2019)