“His is an art more poignantly and disturbingly obscure,” he added, “than literature has ever known.” One thinks one grasps Kafka’s meaning, but does one, really? All seems so clear, yet is it, truly? A famous aphorism of Kafka’s reads: “Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.” Another runs: “A cage went in search of a bird.”Īs with Kafka’s aphorisms, so with his brief parables. Kafka created “obscure lucidity,” Erich Heller wrote in his book on Kafka. As a character in Isaac Bashevis Singer’s story “A Friend of Kafka” says, Kafka was “ Homo sapiens in his highest degree of self-torture.” Still, the consensus remains that Franz Kafka is a modern master-a master, more specifically, in the modernist tradition, housed in the same pantheon as Joyce, Picasso, Stravinsky, Mallarmé, and other artists who have radically altered contemporary understanding of the world. Hypochondriac, insomniac, food faddist, cripplingly indecisive, terrified by life, obsessed with death, Franz Kafka turned, as best he was able, his neuroses into art. Kafka doesn’t make for very comforting reading at bedtime, either. Distinctly not a jolly way to start the day. So much torture, description of wounds, disorientation, sadomasochism, unexplained cruelty, appearance of rodents, beetles, vultures, and other grotesque creatures-all set out against a background of utter hopelessness. I, for different reasons, have been having a difficult time reading Franz Kafka with my morning tea and toast. Edmund Wilson claimed that the only book he could not read while eating his breakfast was by the Marquis de Sade.
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