What is the duration of love? How long can one hold onto an emotion? What is the significance of an age gap in a relationship? And to what extent does the physical distance between two lovers affect one's perception of the other? These issues will not be discussed in a non-fiction book, but rather in "The Revolt of Reality," where readers have the privilege of accompanying Stefan Zweig as he thinks about it with them - in fictional writing that will make us lick words and frame sentences. The presentation of the case is simple and precise: Here we have a pair, a couple. And here is a meeting between two people who once loved with excitement and agitation. Thousands of kilometers and one world war separated them. Now nine years have passed, and an opportunity presents itself to realize what was interrupted in the middle. The beloved visits his homeland, perhaps to reunite with the beloved who promised to wait for him, who is now a widow while he is married and has children. They will be forced to deal with an uncertain future and the weight of the memory of the past. Trapped between their inability to move forward and carrying the burden of memory and time that has ended – the loving couple falls silent in astonishment, in the face of a present that freezes and a reality that rebels against them. “The Revolt of Reality” is one of Zweig’s most beautiful novellas, a manuscript discovered late and published in 1987, a work that faithfully expresses the fate of millions of people who met and parted in a stable world that was irrevocably shaken and in the shadow of destructive wars, a lucid document that discusses what could be called “the anxiety of the twentieth century.” The art of fiction at its best, evoking a cascade of feelings – as Zweig knows – through microscopic gestures and the smallest, most fragile, most delicate details. "...with a gentle thud the train began to move. The rattling of the wheels dulled and drowned the lawyers' conversation in the general cascade of noise. But the train's vibration gradually became a rhythmic swaying, a steel cradle swaying like a dream. And while the vibrating wheels beneath them raced without seeing ahead, the two men's thoughts drifted to the past..." Stefan Zweig, "The Rebellion of Reality" "My favorite but unfortunate genre, too long for a newspaper or magazine, too short for a book." Stefan Zweig