Wasn't it fun to stop at an A & W Drive-In, a way-back-when, with ones date, for a root beer. Watching American Graffiti always brings that time back for me. Wasn't it the best of times. Even the thirties. We were young then.
I must have several of Emil Ludwig's biographies in the house. I'm certain of his Bismarck, the 19C German statesman. I also have several of Stefan Zweig's books. He was so popular. The one I enjoyed was his biography of Joseph Fouche, Napoleon's police chief. Fouche was a very adroit politician, serving in various capacities throughout that stormy period in French history. A political surviver par excellence.
Not long ago my newspaper carried an article regarding Margaret MacMillan, the author of PARIS 1919, which we had such a good discussion on. She talks about her current reading. I saved the newspaper clipping, so I can now quote it:
Since I am researching a book on the First World War, I have been trying to read a lot about the world that was destroyed by that terrible conflict. Stefan Zweig's wonderful memoir Years of Yesterday summons up that lost world of Mitteleuropa, the complacent bourgeoisie and the apparently stable Austro-Hungarian Empire - what he called the Golden Age of Security. It is fascinating and awful because we know what is going to happen. Zweig lived to see the catastrophe of the war and the chaos that followed. As a Jew, he had to flee when the Nazis took over Austria. He finished his memoir in 1942 and, apparently unable to bear the destruction of Europe any longer, committed suicide.
Zweig's book, The World of Yesterday, does look like a good read. And he mentions his Fouche:
My books had already enjoyed the honor of being widely read by the National Socialists (the Nazis); it had been the Fouche in particular which as an example of political unscrupuousness they had studied and discussed repeatedly.
What a bitter irony.