Word: kafka
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...BOILING CAULDRON of tortured artists. Franz Kafka must surely hold a place of honor. Born at a bad time, in a worse place, and raised by a middle-class family that had little use for writers. Kafka spent his life floundering in a morass of guilt and self-hatred. Never quite convinced of his right to exist, he wore himself down with ceaseless self-dissection, suffocated in an office job the talent he knew he had, and often tried to sabotage his most precious relationships. Although he never formally committed suicide-a failure he gloated over with particular relish...
...winner, Polish Poet Czeslaw Milosz, are survivors of Europe's prewar culture. A poly lingual resident of England, who writes exclusively in a high, lapidary German, he is fashionably obscure. He was praised by Thomas Mann and a host of lesser literati as a son of Kafka and a father of Ionesco, and seven of his books are avail able in English translation from Continuum Publishing Co. in the U.S. But, while Canetti's landmark novel Auto-da-Fé, originally The Dazzlement, and nonfiction magnum opus Crowds and Power have been occasional bestsellers in Central Europe, they...
...Nathan even shows his impatience when he says, "Being a poor misunderstood millionaire is not really a topic that intelligent people can discuss for very long." As a sturdy vehicle for Roth's comic genius, Zuckerman may show up again: Will he travel to Prague and discover Franz Kafka as an aged steam-bath attendant? Will he beget children who grow up to be literary critics? Will he win a Pulitzer Prize for fiction and have to return it when everything in the book is discovered to be true? -By R.Z. Sheppard
...begins with that traveler on that winter's night in a railroad station. Outside, much fog. Inside, much steam from the espresso machine. Suddenly the reader stumbles into the kitchen realism of a Polish novel featuring an onion being fried by a young woman called Brigd. Franz Kafka would be right at home...
...train lusts after shapely woman with ripe lips and big eyes. Once the feminist convention has burst onto the scene in all its mad-house glory, we know we're not in Kansas anymore. As thorough in his evocation of an Unreal City as both T.S. Eliot and Franz Kafka, Fellini creates an action-painting so surrealistic, so whirling, and so blinding that the ringing of an unseen telephone in several scenes seems an inexplicable and absurd reminder of everyday life...