The despairing writer
Whenever I read Kafka, I wonder: what sort of dejection is this, that leaves one the strength to write, and write, and write? If you can write about the wreckage the wreckage is not complete. You are intact. Here is a rule: the despairing writer is never the most despairing person in the world.
Please, please, please.
Nobody read kafka.
Arthur
February 12, 2012 at 8:00 pm