One day a colleague, Marcello Marchesi, came from Milan with a book, The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka … The unconscious, which Dostoevsky had used to probe and analyze emotions, became, in this book, material for the plot itself … Here was the individual unconscious, a shadow zone, a private cellar suddenly clarified …
Kafka moved me [...]
In a letter posted from Zürau to his friend Max Brod Kafka announces a retribution: ‘You write so little about yourself, I take revenge with mice’. Brod, who’s prone to psychologizing virtually everything Kafka writes him (a kind of pyschology aptly characterized by Calasso as ‘not very different from what would one day become the [...]
An unlikely analogy between a book and a movie.
The real object of Kafka’s Trial
Spurious: ‘Who trusts Janouch’s introduction to the second edition of his
conversations with Kafka?’
From The Tremendous World I Have Inside My Head by Louis Begley