Wes Anderson’s latest film The Grand Budapest Hotel acquainted us with the works of Austrian writer Stefan Zweig, to whom Anderson dedicates the film. The New Yorker has an essay examining the zigs and zags of a traveling writer using Zweig’s words as his compass.
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