Stefan Zweig was born in Vienna in 1881 into a wealthy Jewish family and had, by his own account, an almost frictionless start: money, education, and a literary career that took off early and never really faltered until history came for it.
Paris belongs to the beginning of that story. Around 1904, having completed a doctorate on the philosophy of Hippolyte Taine, he went to Paris and spent a formative stretch there. What came out of it that lasted was a friendship with the Belgian poet Émile Verhaeren, whose work Zweig translated into German and championed for years afterwards — one of the several careers Zweig quietly built for other people alongside his own.
The Paris connection persisted. In 1914, on the eve of the war that would end the Europe he believed in, Zweig met his publisher Anton Kippenberg of the Insel Verlag, together with Rainer Maria Rilke, Romain Rolland and Léon Bazalgette, in a Paris café to discuss a collected edition of Verhaeren. It is a small scene and a representative one: an Austrian, a Bohemian-Austrian, two Frenchmen and a German publisher, in Paris, planning the collected works of a Belgian. That was the transnational literary culture Zweig spent his life inside, and the following month it stopped existing.
Between the wars he became enormously successful — novellas, and biographies of Marie Antoinette, Erasmus and Magellan, translated everywhere. He left Austria in 1934 as the Nazi threat closed in, lived in England, then in the United States, and finally in Brazil. In February 1942, at Petrópolis, he and his second wife Lotte took their own lives together. He left a statement saying that the world of his own language had gone under and that he preferred to end things while he could still do so on his own terms.
The World of Yesterday, finished immediately before his death and published posthumously, is the book most people now read him for. It is an account of pre-1914 Europe written by someone who had just watched it destroyed twice, and its Paris chapters — the young man's year in the city, the friendships, the sense that the border-crossing culture of the time was permanent — are among the most quoted passages in it.