All things Kafka.
Yes, I stole into his life as I read his works all the time, until none was left and I had to resort to books about him.
One of these landed on Harper's pages here.
If I recall this book was a disappointment, and although several others, in particular Max Brod's biography and interpretations were most useful, it always felt as if, like his writings, Kafka was an enigma, a man so elusive no dissection would bring him closer.
After about a decade of enquiry into his thinking, I gave him and myself leave to move on.
Yet, somehow I miss him and persist in wondering.
22.11.08
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