/lit/ - Literature

i love this lil nigga like you wouldn't believe

I wrote this after having a strange dream and I don't know what to do with it so I will post for you guys to laugh at.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/14HjWtLGTOiII3UY6szWA2eokxWYqLY_0oqgzu6xS0cg/edit?usp=sharing

what do you think of this man?

He would have just a cubone

Should I read his diary before of after reading his stories?

ITT untranslatable authors

>One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had undergone a monstrous verminous Metamorphosis
what a hack

>>10459122
>You shouldn't accept the material therein as a clear expression of his thought when he decided not to publish it -- that is more telling about his thought.
Mhmm.

All these parables really set out to say merely that the incomprehensible is incomprehensible, and we know that already. But the cares we have to struggle with every day: that is a different matter.

Concerning this a man once said: Why such reluctance? If you only followed the parables you yourselves would become parables and with that rid yourself of all your daily cares.

Another said: I bet that is also a parable.

The first said: You have won.

The second said: But unfortunately only in parable.

The first said: No, in reality: in parable you have lost.

Do we like him and why or why not?

i'm a monstrous
vermin but
don't put it
on the cover

>so dude... imagine you woke up as... a fucking insect h aha ha
>imagine it, like, represented fucking ... alienation or something ... ahaha

is this really the state of so called high literature? Simple analogies?

this has got to be the most pretentious board on this fucking website

I have always been curious but not enough to actually do it. Is it worth it?

There is no "existentialist" author like him

>Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff – I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be The Trial and all.
How did he get away with this?

Why didn't he just kick his dad's ass?

Everything about his work is demoralizing, nihilistic, fatalistic (you are doomed and can't do something about it) and narcissistic (da poor me against da evil society). It's emo literature.

Why do we give kids such downers. How about teaching them something positive?

What if Gregor Samsa's transformation into a vermin is supposed to represent modern-day NEETs? Now, obviously Kafka had no way of knowing about a group of people that didn't exist in his time or geographic location, but the theme of the Metamorphosis lends itself to this interpretation. Through flashbacks we see that Gregor had a job as a traveling salesman but he loses this job when he transforms. This could be interpreted as the NEET that had a job but got lazy and decided to quit. He spends his days in his room, not doing anything productive while his family waits and supports him till he gets better. However, the NEET doesn't get better just like Gregor doesn't revert to human form. Eventually, his family gets tired of having him in their house, being essentially a parasite. This mimics a family's behavior towards a NEET. They grow disgusted of them and resent them for being a drain on their resources. Eventually, Gregor dies bc of a lack of sustenance, much like a NEET that gets kicked out of the house and can't get a job.

What does /lit/ think?

where i start with fraf kafaf?

>CRASH! Mom made pancakes
What did he mean by this?

Is there any point in reading Kafka if you're older than 25?

What's the most kafkaesque thing you can think of?

I'm thinking an apple peeler that only peels pears

>>8495725
Most things written by this guy. Kafka's words speak to me and I constantly find myself thinking after reading a few paragraphs. It really makes me think about my life and how I'm living it.

Is he, dare I say it, our guy?