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256 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2024
In the inverted world of Franz Kafka, guilt precedes sin and punishment precedes trial — so naturally, the cage precedes the bird. “A cage went in search of a bird,” he wrote with enigmatic flourish in 1917, when he was convalescing in the pastoral town of Zürau in the wake of his tuberculosis diagnosis. Two years earlier, he had abandoned The Trial, which begins with an abrupt arrest and ends with a roundabout admission of guilt; five years later, he would start The Castle, which begins with a series of vague recriminations and ends with a series of even vaguer wrongdoings, at least insofar as it can really be said to “end” at all. Strictly speaking, both novels are still unfinished: neither satisfied the famously implacable Kafka, whose perfectionism was a crucible, and both were incomplete at the time of his death. They are certainly cages — clenching, claustrophobic — and perhaps they are doomed to remain forever in search of their birds.
Where did it go? What did the surgeonremover do with the carefully removed life-serum? How could you protect it wherever you stored it, from everything? the disastrous heat, the gutter dirt, the pollution, the things that changed, the terrible leavetakings, the journeying? ~Art Hotel
As I paused to examine the bush, which appeared to be planted directly into the sidewalk, it turned to face me, and I realised with astonishment that it was, in fact, the broker: a young and emaciated man in a textured, shrubbery-colored coat. ~The Board
Had he been stealing from Kafka? He had never read this Octaviato whatever whatever. Had he? He was certain he had never heard of it. But his memory was going. He understood that much. If this unhoused woman knew it was from Kafka, someone else would, too. Were there other stolen things in the book? This was going to ruin him. ~This Face Can Even Be Proved by Means of the Sense of Hearing
Opinions, theories, paranoid conspiracies lowbrow and high-brow and all brows in between and even now I’m not sure that everyone here accepts the official explanation that there had been some sort of plague running rampant globally and everyone was staying away and home so as not to die and the government had ordered the shuttering of everything nonessential such as businesses and schools, strip clubs, places of worship, and concert halls, along with all museums, which as an interested party — as a beneficiary of museums — I’m not going to argue are non-nonessential . . . I’m evolved enough for that . ..