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Kafka Selected Shorter Writings

Auhtor: Franz Kafka

Language: english

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short story collection
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Review by Michael Gallagher, December 2010


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Summary of the Book 'Kafka Selected Shorter Writings':

Franz Kafka (3 July 1883 ? 3 June 1924) was a German-language novelist one of the most influential of the 20th century whose works came to be regarded after his death as one of the major achievements of world literature. The term Kafkaesque has entered the English language. Kafka was born to middle class German-speaking Jewish parents in Prague Bohemia now part of the Czech Republic in what was then the Austro-Hungarian Empire. The house in which he was born on the Old Town Square next to Pragues Church of St Nicholas today contains a permanent exhibition devoted to the author. His body of work?the novels The Trial (1925) The Castle (1926) and Amerika (1927) short stories including The Metamorphosis (1915) and In the Penal Colony (1914)?is now considered among the most original in Western literature. Most of Kafkas output much of it unfinished at the time of his death was published posthumously.

Excerpts from the Book 'Kafka Selected Shorter Writings':


... and comments please contact Ian Johnston. -. Before the Law. Before the law sits a gatekeeper. To this gatekeeper comes a man from the country ...
... do not think you have failed to do anything. During the many years the man observes the gatekeeper almost continuously. He forgets the other gatekeepers, ...
... reach his diminishing sense of hearing, he shouts at him, Here no one else can gain entry, since this entrance was assigned only to you. I'm going now ...
... one bothered with the newcomers on the jetty, even when they set the bier down to wait for their helmsman, who was still working with the ropes. No one ...
... steeply descending lanes which led to the harbour. He looked around him attentively. Everything upset him. He winced at the sight of some garbage in ...
... however, was apparently still not satisfied with this stillness. He looked at the helmsman. The latter understood and went through a side door into ...
... You also presumably know that I am the hunter Gracchus.. Of course, said the burgomaster. I received the news today, during the night. We had been ...
... up to it. I roam around on this infinitely wide flight of steps, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes to the right, sometimes to the left, always ...
... I stretched myself out here on the planking for the first time. The mountains have never heart me singing the way these four still shadowy walls did ...
... the Black Forest'-that's what they called me. Is that something bad.. It not up to me to decide that, said the burgomaster, but it seems to me ...
... an animal, and, as a precaution, lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, as if she were his grand daughter, the one he loved more than anything else, ...
... out in English, furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, and begs the orchestra, with ...
... so on for thousands of years. And if he finally burst through the outermost door-but that can never, never happen-the royal capital city, the centre ...
... me, I said, forgetting to light the pile of wood which lay ready to keep the jackals away with its smoke, I'm very surprised to hear that. I've come ...
... even more quickly, their lungs breathing rapidly, although they were standing still. A bitter smell streamed out of their open jaws-at times I ...
... the front legs and cleaned them with their paws. It was as if they wanted to conceal an aversion which was so terrible, that I would have much preferred ...
... me particularly receptive to it, I said. Don't make us pay for our clumsiness, he said, and now for the first time he brought the plaintive tone of ...
... of our caravan, who had crept up on us from downwind. Now he swung his gigantic whip. The jackals all fled quickly, but still remained at some distance ...
... now hitting their muzzles, jumped away, and ran back a distance. But the camel's blood was already lying there in pools, stinking to heaven, and the ...
... works came to be regarded after his death as one of the major achievements of world literature. The term Kafkaesque has entered the English language. ...