A crucial body of work featuring some of Schnitzler's finest moments as a writer, this collection consists of seven short-stories, 'The Dead are Silent', 'Blind Geronimo and His Brother', 'A Farewell', 'The Second', 'Baron von Leisenbohg's Destiny', 'The Widower', and Death of a Bachelor', which all are of a pretty high standard. Plus two superb novellas, the dramatic 'Night Games' which opens the book, and 'Dream Story', it's darkly seductive Finale. All have about them themes of love and death, which appeared to be Schnitzler's forte. For me, he belongs in the vicinity of Proust, Joyce, and Chekhov, but personally, I think he is better, mixing the humane with the satirical to a level of magnificence I have rarely seen before from a late 19th, early 20th century writer. Both in drama and narrative he excels, bringing a pulsating immediacy to any number of dashingly, histrionic, or shadowy marginal lives, bestowing on most of his characters a fine compassion never veering off into sentimentality, patronization or special pleading. Schnitzler speaks a language that fuses naturalism with a soaring, but never uncontrolled poetry. He also flirts with mysticism, and searches in the hidden nooks and crannies of vanity, greed, corruption, hypocrisy and banality for that which might deserve the designation soul.
An undervalued genius of the day?, one almost has to perish in obscurity before the world gets to taste one's importance. Not so much undiscovered as neglected, Arthur Schnitzler is a prime example of this. I didn't think after reading his 1897 play 'La Ronde' a while back he would suddenly turn into one of my favourite writers, but stranger things have happened. No doubt one of the greatest talents to ever emerge from Austria. Abandoning the practice of medicine in favour of writing was a masterstroke!.