I. If it takes a movie to get people to read Stefan Zweig’s books again (Wes Anderson’s Grand Budapest Hotel), that’s a good enough reason to make a movie. In France, the publisher Les Livres de Poche has never let Zweig’s books go out of print, in Great Britain, Pushkin Press has re-issued a stream of beautifully presented titles, but in the U.S., New York Review Books has made a half-hearted and lackluster effort to renew interest in Zweig. Internationally famous throughout his career…