I have read "An affair of honor" and have yet to get to the other 3 stories.
Potential Spoiler:
"An affair of honor" is Kafka-esque, except that we never start with any compassion for the main character.
Nearly at the outset you feel like throwing the book down and shouting "Kill the motherfucker, this is literature, not real life." And the book traces a miserable attempt to embrace that sentiment. But it's hard to empathsize with a character who can't get beyond his own vulgar visceral desires--who seems to have no more depth than does an animal.
Which is kind of interesting, in that in some ways the passionate, violent impulse in literature may be yet another one-dimensional take on the universe, yet one that we generally accept as humanizing.
One explanation is the creation of identity. There is not much demonstrated difference between a person who follows impulses out simply because well-suited, and a person who cannot because of feared inadequacy follow them. That is not humanizing. What we appreciate is the risk that some people are willing to take to create or preserve their identities.
"Live until you die" is good advice, and the main character attempts to take it. But he is incapable of anything beyond mere survival.
(Another take is that the book illustrates how much contempt we have for someone who prefers a universe of goods so completely different from our own, to the point that we cannot accept that the person accomplishes anything more than survival. But I think the author was not going for that, because if he was, certain elements of the story would be mere fat.)