Many writers and directors make a touchstone of the absurdity and mordant humor of Kafka’s prose, and while some of us may only be vaguely acquainted with his fiction (his work The Metamorphosis was published 100 years ago) the works of his creative heirs are more likely to be immediately familiar.
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Our laws are unfortunately not widely known, they are the closely guarded secret of the small group of nobles who govern us. We like to believe that these old laws are scrupulously adhered to, but it remains a vexing thing to be governed by laws one does not know.
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Some books seem like a key to unfamiliar rooms in one’s own castle. I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us. That is my belief. —Kafka
Critics have long tended to see him as a modernist master on par with Joyce, Proust, and Picasso. Let’s reconsider that.
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“Gregor is a salesman, but what he’s sold is himself…” —Susan Bernofsky from the afterword to her new translation of “The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka
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