Book diary: Beware of Pity

I read an old copy of this, which was very pleasant. The book itself is wild; Wes Anderson took some of the structure and plot for Grand Budapest Hotel, but not the really twisted part. Current mores make the narrator of the story (not the frame narrator but the one in the story he tells) much more of a jerk than I think Stefan Zweig intended. The story is gripping, anyway, an internal melodrama.

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