Name:- Burning Secret
Author :- Stefan Zweig
Publisher:- Pushkin press
Published:- January 1/2008
Paperback:- 128 pages
Price :- $ 16
Translated by :- Anthea Bell
Ten years ago i was full of Hate misunderstanding and stupid ideas about western people
All i used to read was theological works and anything political i ever read in Arabic teached me a lot but also made my mind somehow corrupted and stupid.
I was fourteen then and all i ever read was political books and within that books all i read was full of antisemitic occidental and could be hate speech now
But one day a Jewish guy introduced himself to me and after several hours of talking he gave me something so dear that fould be called a life changing.
He gave me an old copy of Stefan Zweig book the Royal Game or chess and since that day to now i never stopped reading and also importantly starting critical thinking of everything and stop accepting all lies i used to read or believe.
I think and believe that Zweig has saved me only from Radicalism since the people i used to go with are mostly dead since they all either have joined Alqaeda or recently ISIS
Zweig writings opened me a door to appreciate The beauty life and respec Humandignity also.
Sorry for my long introduction but i just had to give you a small introduction to you reader about myself and how a singke book or writer can change you.
Most of the story centers Around Hotel
Coming of age story where childhood Innocense and trust are lost where also Oedipus COmplex also occurs.
The story starts with Baron takes reside in the hotel and since his a man eho loves company he looks through the list of guest in the hotel and since he didn’t know of them he felt disappointed
Why did I come? he began to ask himself restlessly. Staying up
here in the mountains alone, without congenial companions, why, it’s worse than being at the office.
I’m obviously either too early or too late in the season. I’m always out of luck with my holidays; I never find anyone I know among the other guests
And in his depressed he starts to loiter around the hotel and wastes his time looking vaguely through Newspapers or windows.
The Baron’s gloomy face had suddenly brightened. Deep down, his nerves were at work
invigorating it, smoothing out lines, tensing muscles, while he sat up very straight and a sparkle came
into his eyes. He himself was not unlike those women who need the presence of a man if they are to
exert their whole power. Only sensuous attraction could stimulate his energy to its full force
Here comes Mathilda and her son Edgar who had come to the hotel in order for convalescence.
she was a type he liked very much, one of those
rather voluptuous Jewish women just before the age of over-maturity, and obviously passionate, but
with enough experience to conceal her temperament behind a façade of Melancholy
And since the Women refuses to respond back to his advances or glances he tries to use her son as messanger to win her heart.
He didn’t have to life a finger to
decrease the distance between himself and the fair unknown, he could dream happily now as he
looked at the landscape, for he knew that a pair of hot, childish hands was building him a bridge to
What happens after that is the Baron use of the boy’s innocense and ignorance and he uses many subtle ways in order for that bridge to reach her hear.
What happens when the boy discovares that the Baron interest in him was not genuine and what he also said to him was not true and that since he was boy of 12 years he hated being treated like a child and tried to be treated like a grown up but the last two chapter was the most moving part of the novel and and it moves your heart
If i tried more the book it would b disservice o you reader of this and nothing beats the cozy and personal reading of a book and i will leave with last paragraph of the novel to convince to read it or reread it
When she drew back her hand from him, her lips left his, and her quiet figure went away, skirts
rustling, a warmth was left behind, breathing softly over his lips. And he sensed a sweet longing to
feel such soft lips many times again, and be so tenderly embraced, but this mysterious anticipation of
the secret he longed to know was already clouded by the shadows of sleep. Once again all the images
of the last few hours passed vividly through his mind, once again the book of his youth opened
enticingly. Then the child fell asleep and began to dream the deeper dream of his own life.
How childhood was pretty and how grown up life is really ugly
highly recommended Novel