I have just begun reading Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis which I have a dead tree copy of (somewhere), because I read it in high school, but the palm version from Project Gutenberg is much more handy at this time. I remembered liking it before. What’s not to like about becoming a horrible vermin?
My friend here at the workshop, Lee Klein, who i think is the best writer of our new crop, is a huge Kafka guy. He’s read everything ever by Kafka and insists that “Metamorphosis” is just the tip of the iceberg. He says that your best bet to appreciate Kafka is to read his other, less famous stuff. Just food for thought.
I’ll have to look into that. My thought could use some sustenance.