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Night Games And Other Stories and Novellas Arthur Schnitzler Margret Schaefer John Simon Books Reviews

Written in the late19th century, these stories show their age. They abound with high-class officers and lowly maidens. But in their careful search for thoughts and meanings, they presage Freudian analysis.
In ?Night Games?, Lieutenant Willi Kasda has to come up with 1?000 gulden within 24 hours. Seeing no other way, he joins a card game. But the devil in disguise is dealing the cards and the night spirals toward a disastrous ending. The description of the all-night game alone is an unforgettable piece of literature. Willi?s descent into hell is described in minute and gripping detail.
?The Dead are Silent? Franz and Emma go for a night ride to the outskirts of town. There is an accident. leaving Emma to her own devices. How does she get home before her husband? A cliffhanger.
?Blind Geronimo and his Brother? Geronimo and his brother Carlo are panhandlers. Geronimo plays the guitar and sings, while Carlo collects the offerings. When they were children, an accident caused by Carlo resulted in his brother?s blindness. Now Carlo sees the sole purpose of his life in caring for Geronimo. But can a blind man trust Carlo? Slowly but surely things fall apart.
?A Farewell? Albert waits for his beloved Anna, who is closely watched by her husband. And he waits, getting more desperate by the hour and the day. What could possibly have happened? The story goes from bad to worse, carefully analyzing Albert?s frame of mind.
?The Second? It shows us the idiocy of dueling and its code. The narrator is an almost professional second on such occasions. At the present one, Eduard Loiberger gets killed - who is to bring the news of this senseless death to Agatha, his widow? The narrator, who feels an attachment to Agatha, tries to accomplish this task.
?Baron von Leisenbogh?s Destiny? The baron is deeply in love with Clara Hell, a singer. For ten years he follows her throughout Europe, without coming close to his goal. Will he be rewarded in the end? That is where the surprise comes in, deftly maneuvered by the author.
?The Widower? Richard?s wife suddenly dies and he is devastated. But was she really the saint he imagined her to be? What about his best friend Hugo? And how to handle him? The solution is not exactly Freudian.
?Death of a Bachelor? Three friends are called to the bedside of the bachelor who, however, just had died. He has left them a confession concerning the wives of each one. How do they deal with the letter? Three situations - can there be just one solution? Each friend has to examine his relation to his wife.
?Dream Story? Fridolin and Albertine have an open marriage, telling each other what normally would be kept secret. But there is a difference. Fridolin has a nightly adventure that is quite real but sounds like a dream. He decides not to tell his wife about it. Albertine has a dream involving an unknown man and she tells her husband about it. Can Fridolin take it? Will the dream, to him, have some basis in fact?
The stories and novellas are old fashioned and may not be to everybody?s taste. They are superbly written, though, and a document to the times. Kudos also to the translator.
R. Royce stood before the Royal Gorge and saw two protruding peaks; looming in the distance, the Garden of the Gods, as he opened his eyes and remembered fragments of a powerful, poignant dream. Sometimes, he had a difficult time distinguishing myth from legend. Apostle from disciple. "Then came Bronson," Christian biker. He tried to iron out the wrinkles. A boy who fell out of a tree. A friend who lived to tell the story. Something right out of "A Separate Peace."
He turned on the television with the remote. "This is how I rip wood stock with a rip saw," explained the carpenter to his rapt, obviously enthralled studio audience. Momentarily shocked into silence, Royce muted the sound. He might just as easily have been a magician sawing a wooden box with his beautiful lady assistant inside in half.
He thought about "triple-A." Not the roadside assistance people. Not the military's anti-aircraft artillery unit. Something a colleague once told him long ago "What every individual needs in order to grow and develop into a fully-functional professional human being is 'achievement, affiliation, and an award.' "
He reflected on the Sunday morning cartoons of yesteryear. "Rocky and Bullwinkle." "Mr. Magoo." "Dudley Do-right." "Tudor Turtle," who would inevitably, desperately, and frantically call out "Mr. Wizard! Mr. Wizard! Help me!"
Mr. Wizard would chant an alliterative incantation which concluded with the immortal words, "Time for this one to come home." And so, he saved the troubled tortoise from certain disaster.
The candle-lit figure of a man appeared, suddenly materializing from out of the shadows. He held out a large, shiny steel, rectangular-shaped meat cleaver. Royce immediately felt threatened and intimidated; then, oddly, he interpreted the finely hand-crafted, wooden-handled object as an offering, a present, if you will; a choice of weapon for dueling. He began to shudder. A duel with the "Grim Reaper."
"No thanks," he said. "I have my own." He brandished two flourishing, but obscure instruments, each having enchanting pearl handles. They radiated, shimmered, and gleamed with florescent white light--a stiletto-cross in his right hand, a switch-blade in the left.
The next night, Royce was transported to Wrigley Field in Chicago for the seventh and final, deciding game of the World Series. The stadium was filled to capacity with bright, incandescent lights and cheering spectators. "Out!" heard Royce, loudly from some distance away. Then, again, only bellowing in baritone, much closer, and more distinctly this time--"Out! In that instant, he awoke. He considered the ordeal as an omen of banishment. Haunted, perhaps, but he would live to fight another day.
Night Games and other Stories and Novella, written by Arthur Schnitzler, who lived from 1862-1931, was translated from the German and published in English in 2002. The collection of stories includes nine selections. Any prominent psychologist of the era must have loved this contemporary author's stories, since he delved so deeply into the mind of his characters. To summarize most succinctly, the stories are about love and death.
Upon reading the stories, in which one of the characters abruptly "passes away," you begin to realize that the tragedy may not be so much the death itself, per se, but the life he's led, which may seem kind of ironic. You get the impression that the life he's led was a total lie. All he ever believed in was a total falsehood. He's been shaken to the very core of his being in the instant of revelation. The stories are bizarre, to say the least. To make matters even worse, the character attempts to answer the burning question, "Was it really love, or was I only dreaming?"
On the other hand, one could present a valid argument that these stories were actually meant to be more about the suspect values and beliefs harbored by rising middle-class professionals in Austrian society in the early 1900's, than about 'love and death.' To drive the point home, one could continue to argue that the stories take on the complete persona, the personality and psyche of an accomplished, well-known, well-respected physician, who encounters and views with surgical precision the complete spectrum of modern society in the course of his busy existence. Throughout his daily activities, he encompasses the lives of the unfortunate masses (the impoverished, untrained, non-productive, and those exhibiting symptoms of as yet undiagnosed illnesses or infirmities); the laboring worker bees; the self-improving, self-perpetuating middle-class; and the wealthiest upper crust, the seat of power.
The story plots are simple and straight-forward. For example, a medical doctor goes out late one night to make a house call at the home of a sick and dying acquaintance. Afterwards, by chance, he sees an old friend. He accompanies him to observe a festive pagan ritual nearby. When he returns home very late and awakens his wife, he learns that she's been dreaming about the very same thing. He decides suddenly and momentously, that he wants to investigate the matter further. In the meanwhile, he dwells on mankind's baser instincts, his most ignoble tendencies, and scandalous behavior in general. The protagonist detective begins to scrutinize the exploitation of human weaknesses. Furiously frustrated, he might more easily have changed careers and become an high-profile media-lawyer or a hostile corporate businessman, than discovering the identity of the mysterious woman he'd met earlier that night. In any case, inspired by Darwinism, he would have profited greatly from the often drastic and catastrophic mistakes of others.
great stories
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A flashback to pre-WW II Austrian fiction. This is definitely a worth while book to read and enjoy.
Schnitzler surprised me. I expected-- to be honest, this purchase was to see how the author measured up to Kubrick-- to read Eyes Wide Shut, which I did, nearly line for line. But there is much more to this author's work that that story (perhaps the best if only for its oddity.) At his best, he is as good a tragedian as Shakespeare is at his worst. (Which is not to suggest that Shakespeare is or ever has been bad-- but in relation to his own work, there must be best and worst... That is a compliment to Mr. Schnitzler, not an insult to Wm. S.!) There are some times, in some of the shorter stories, that the translation seems to lose something of the original, not an unusual complaint, I suppose, but one which is especially pronounced here. Not able myself to read the original, call it intuition. Some of the stream of consciousness, for example, is almost too leading, too closed when it comes to meaning. But the relationships between people are profoundly real. Mostly, it is an enjoyable collection.
This is not a comment on the book itself, just the version it's one of those scanned adaptations, that's harder to read (particularly on e-ink devices) and which disallows changing the font. should really note which books were converted using this clumsy method, so that customers would be aware before buying.