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Return to Book Page. Preview — Dream Story by Arthur Schnitzler. Dream Story by Arthur Schnitzler ,. Davies Translator. Frederic Raphael Introduction. This wonderful translation of Dream Story will allow a fresh generation of readers to enjoy this beautiful, heartless and baffling novella.
Dream Story tells how through a simple sexual admission a husband and wife are driven apart into rival worlds of erotic intrigue and revenge. Get A Copy. Paperback , Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics , 99 pages. Published July 1st by Penguin Classics first published More Details Original Title. Vienna Austria. Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Dream Story , please sign up.
Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of Dream Story. Oct 08, Jeffrey Keeten rated it really liked it Shelves: erotica. Only as sure as I am that the reality of one night, let alone that of a whole lifetime, can ever be the whole truth.
Fridolin also confesses that he had desired a young woman on the beach. It seems fairly harmless after all. We continue to notice attractive people and continue to be titillated by charming and intelligent ones, as well. It could be a ruggedly handsome waiter in a restaurant or a pretty pearl wearing bartender or a French beret wearing poet or a saucy librarian with libidinous thoughts.
There are a host of emotions that are involved with noticing that our spouse is interested in some other person. If it is one sided, it can just be amusing or mildly annoying. If the interest is reciprocated, then it can unleash a torrent of reactions from fear to pride to jealousy to finding your spouse that much more alluring because someone else recognized those qualities that you may have started to take for granted.
Flirtations or mild crushes, in most cases, just adds a bit of spice to life. For Fridolin, this confession of his wife, even though his confession is very similar, unmoors him. It is as if the possibilities of his life are suddenly opening up to him, and women whom he met every day suddenly take on the glow of possibility. Soon after the dream confessions, Fridolin, who is a doctor,, is called out to a client in dire health. Unfortunately, his trip is for naught as the man has passed when he arrives.
By the end of the night, he has met a series of women, all women who are interested in sleeping with him and all whom he would like to sleep with. In thinking about which he would prefer, he canot decide.
Or to the little trollop in the Buchfeldgasse? Or to Marianne, the daughter of the dead Court Counsellor? He stretched out and touched the veil covering her head, as though intended to remove it. He was never supposed to meet this woman with the burning red lips. He is supposed to be home with his wife and daughter.
Though it is an evening fraught with sexual possibilities, he is like a man walking through a museum admiring the intriguing paintings, but touching none of them. His wife has more dreams to confess. Look at all that hair the young Arthur Schnitzler had. Anything that upsets that goose stepping, stiff necked, little pipsqueak should be read by the rest of the civilized world with reverence.
Schnitzler was born in and died in Vienna in If he had lived long enough, the Nazis would have most certainly beaten him and had him thrown in some damp hole for being the Viennese Henry Miller, a few decades before Miller knew he was Miller.
If his writing was not enough of an incentive to bring him to the attention of the Third Reich, certainly his Jewish ethnicity would have condemned him just as quickly. Schnitzler had numerous affairs, sometimes with several women at the same time. He kept a Journal for most of his life and dutifully recorded not only every assignation, but every orgasm.
The venerated Viennese doctor of psychology Sigmund Freud said in a letter to Schnitzler, "I have gained the impression that you have learned through intuition — although actually as a result of sensitive introspection — everything that I have had to unearth by laborious work on other persons. Does Freud need some time on his own couch?
Fridolin may have thought about making conquests of women, but Schnitzler turned thought into deed. Nicole Kidman in Eyes Wide Shut. Is it just me or do those wire rimmed glasses make her look very naughty!
I must have been plastered or snogging or both when I watched it, so I must apologize for not being able to make at the very least some pithy remarks comparing the film to the book. View all 29 comments. The big shock and surprise for me about this story was that it written in , it feels like something that belongs to an era twenty or thirty years earlier, perhaps that is part of the point.
In a cafe by chance the main character Doctor Fridolin, meets his old friend Nightingale, Nightingale has a wife and four children back in Lemburg who he supports by playing the piano badly in various shady establishments. The thing is that in Lemburg wasn't Lemburg, it was Lwow and had been for a few The big shock and surprise for me about this story was that it written in , it feels like something that belongs to an era twenty or thirty years earlier, perhaps that is part of the point.
The thing is that in Lemburg wasn't Lemburg, it was Lwow and had been for a few years - this type of thing can happen to you if you are a city, you sit around minding your own business then suddenly somebody imposes a change of identity on you - or maybe they reveal your true identity, or allow the potential for a new identity to emerge. Something that seems at first very absolute and stable - literally a fact on the ground, turns out to be insubstantial and provisional and indeed a little while down the road the city would be L'vov, and then L'viv.
Is one name, one identity more real, more correct, or did they all co-exist in reality, just that mostly only one is on display at anyone time? Yet the city is a fact. It does exist, it did exist, it will exist, just what it is called changes and each name implies a radically different reality without the reorientation of a single street or even the remodelling of a modest house. To me, that is what the story is about, hello city, are you Lemburg, or Lwow or really L'viv?
Or do I perceive a certain L'vovness about your cafes and restaurants? Are all these names just masks? Does the mask hide, does it protect or project? This is a geographical story, with clearly marked zones and spaces. The Fridolin at the beginning of the story has a safe space, within this space are himself, his wife and their daughter, however nothing happens and as a result of that his space is revealed in fact to be polluted.
In the cafe, hard-working Fridolin flicks through the newspapers, he is reassured and settled by what he reads - people are dying horribly in foreign places which he didn't even know existed. He talks to Nightingale. Weird, potentially depraved things happen he asserts, in Romanian castles view spoiler [ well obviously, Dracula, electoral fraud, financial insider dealing, Vlad the innumerate bookkeeper - take your pick hide spoiler ] out there, a definite place but beyond Fridolin's territory.
In Lemburg there is the wife and child zone, Vienna is the work zone and in the wallet is some money that belongs correctly to Fridolin, a debt is repaid, however Nightingale asserts that Vienna is not what Fridolin is familiar with, no, weird things happen, secret societies, masked faces, naked bodies - everything smells of sex. Fridolin decides he wants in to transition from safe space to a danger zone.
All has it who feel like they need a bracer. No danger of it becoming a habit with 'em, you see. They stepped into the corridor, and each one of the doomed seven knew.
Limbo Lane is a world on the outside of the world; but it had learned, when deprived of one or more of the five senses, to make another sense supply the deficiency. Each one knew that it was nearly eight, and that Murray was to go to the chair at eight. There is also in the many Limbo Lanes an aristocracy of crime. The man who kills in the open, who beats his enemy or pursuer down, flushed by the primitive emotions and the ardor of combat, holds in contempt the human rat, the spider, and the snake.
So, of the seven condemned only three called their farewells to Murray as he marched down the corridor between the two guards--Bonifacio, Marvin, who had killed a guard while trying to escape from the prison, and Bassett, the train-robber, who was driven to it because the express-messenger wouldn't raise his hands when ordered to do so.
The remaining four smoldered, silent, in their cells, no doubt feeling their social ostracism in Limbo Lane society more keenly than they did the memory of their less picturesque offences against the law. Murray wondered at his own calmness and nearly indifference.
In the execution room were about twenty men, a congregation made up of prison officers, newspaper reporters, and lookers-on who had succeeded.
Here, in the very middle of a sentence, the hand of Death interrupted the telling of O. Henry's last story. He had planned to make this story different from his others, the beginning of a new series in a style he had not previously attempted. As he nears the electric chair he is overcome by a revulsion of feeling. For the documentary about her, see Patti Smith: Dream of Life. Patti Smith. Retrieved June 28, Chicago Sun-Times. Archived from the original on March 12, Retrieved June 4, Chicago Tribune.This collection of dream stories has been compiled for you to explore a little deeper the world of dreaming, through the minds of others. Topics include lucid dream stories, funny dreams, weird dreams, dramatic dreams, nightmares, etc.