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The Complete Stories brings together all of Kafka’s stories, from the classic tales such as “The Metamorphosis,” “In the Penal Colony,” and “A Hunger Artist” to shorter pieces and fragments that Max Brod, Kafka’s literary executor, released after Kafka’s death. With the exception of his three novels, the whole of Kafka’s narrative work is included in this volume. --penguinThe Complete Stories brings together all of Kafka’s stories, from the classic tales such as “The Metamorphosis,” “In the Penal Colony,” and “A Hunger Artist” to shorter pieces and fragments that Max Brod, Kafka’s literary executor, released after Kafka’s death. With the exception of his three novels, the whole of Kafka’s narrative work is included in this volume. --penguinrandomhouse.comTwo Introductory parables: Before the law --Imperial message --Longer stories: Description of a struggle --Wedding preparations in the country --Judgment --Metamorphosis --In the penal colony --Village schoolmaster (The giant mole) --Blumfeld, and elderly bachelor --Warden of the tomb --Country doctor --Hunter Gracchus --Hunter Gracchus: A fragment --Great Wall of China --News of the building of the wall: A fragment --Report to an academy --Report to an academy: Two fragments --Refusal --Hunger artist --Investigations of a dog --Little woman --The burrow --Josephine the singer, or the mouse folk --Children on a country road --The trees --Clothes --Excursion into the mountains --Rejection --The street window --The tradesman --Absent-minded window-gazing --The way home --Passers-by --On the tram --Reflections for gentlemen-jockeys --The wish to be a red Indian --Unhappiness --Bachelor's ill luck --Unmasking a confidence trickster --The sudden walk --Resolutions --A dream --Up in the gallery --A fratricide --The next village --A visit to a mine --Jackals and Arabs --The bridge --The bucket rider --The new advocate --An old manuscript --The knock at the manor gate --Eleven sons --My neighbor --A crossbreed (A sport) --The cares of a family man --A common confusion --The truth about Sancho Panza --The silence of the sirens --Prometheus --The city coat of arms --Poseidon --Fellowship --At night --The problem of our laws --The conscripton of troops --The test --The vulture --The helmsman --The top --A little fable --Home-coming --First sorrow --The departure --Advocates --The married couple --Give it up! --On parables....

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  • Ben Winch
    2018-12-02 10:30

    The idea that there exists such thing as a “must read” book is one of the great fallacies diluting literature. To judge a reader unfavourably because a certain book is not on his or her shelf, rather than to praise and learn from the idiosyncratic choices to be found there instead, is to wish for a literature of bland homogeneity. To label a book “must read” is to condemn it to being misunderstood. And when that book is by the strange, reclusive, haunted black-humourist Franz Kafka, and is given to students to pour over with grave seriousness for hints of political allegory or prophecy, the misunderstanding is so pronounced as to be, in itself, “Kafkaesque”. All those young heads bowed over Metamorphosis, trying their damnedest to see in this giant bug the wisdom of the sage, when the sage himself must surely have been shaking his own head in disbelief at the balls-out irreverence of it, maybe even wondering, “Is it too ridiculous?” It’s as if some high official had ordained that a sacred text be read and reported on by all those seeking admission to the Castle, but when the applicants receive that text they find in it the trivial rantings of a madman. So, desperately, unwilling to crack a smile lest the Castle feel itself mocked, they eke out some tenuous thread of analysis and miss the sacredness, AKA the humour.In speaking of Kafka, Milan Kundera quotes Czech poet Jan Skacel: Poets don’t invent poems The poem is somewhere behind It’s been there for a long time The poet merely discovers itHe goes on to say:Indeed, if instead of seeking “the poem” hidden “somewhere behind” the poet “engages” himself to the service of a truth known from the outset... he has renounced the mission of poetry. And it matters little whether the preconceived truth is called revolution or dissidence, Christian faith or atheism, whether it is more justified or less justified; a poet who serves any truth other than the truth to be discovered (which is dazzlement) is a false poet. At his best, Franz Kafka served this “truth to be discovered”, this “dazzlement”, as devoutly as any writer I know of. This is his legacy: freedom. Or what Kundera calls “radical autonomy”. When occasionally, to the delight of the scholars, he bogs himself down in allegory (“In the Penal Colony”, “Investigations of a Dog”, to some extent “A Hunger Artist”), he fritters away his gift on grand ideals. But when in a moment of sheer wilful abandon his imagination takes over and propels him – like the country doctor unable to control his horses – into the unknown, he is unassailable. “A Country Doctor” is five of the most kaleidoscopic and dizzying pages in history: the horses’ faces lolling like cardboard cutouts in the bedroom window at the end are Kafka’s own rebellious muses laughing at him as he curls up in bed with his wound. His Hunter Gracchus is a journeyer from beyond, washed up by mistake in the quotidian world. “The Knock at the Manor Gate”, “The Test”, “The Helmsman” – everywhere there are things in flux on either side of the boundary of dreams. Unfinished stories abound, because Kafka does not do “finished”. Even the near-perfect Metamorphosis ends with a non-ending, and frequently his neatest stories are his most facile. Kafka’s gift is an inspired one, and inspiration, as we know, doesn’t necessarily wait around while we add the finishing touches. These fragments are seeds, or bombs, and their author a wily rebel possessed by the Imp of the Perverse, unsure himself whether he is a gardener or a terrorist. Just, whatever you do, don’t “study” them. Live these stories or leave them alone. More dead readings will only clutter our view of them.Fact: Kafka is funny.Fact: He’s not for everyone.Fact: He writes to the dictates of his heart, not to preach politics or predict the future. And if you don’t get him, no-one but the most pretentious snob is going to judge you for it. There are no “must read” books.“The Vulture”A vulture was hacking at my feet. It had already torn my boots and stockings to shreds, now it was hacking at the feet themselves. Again and again it struck at them, then circled several times restlessly around me, then returned to continue its work. A gentleman passed by, looked on for a while, then asked me why I suffered the vulture. “I’m helpless,” I said. “When it came and began to attack me, I of course tried to drive it away, even to strangle it, but these animals are very strong, it was about to spring at my face, but I preferred to sacrifice my feet. Now they are almost torn to bits.” “Fancy letting yourself be tortured like this,” said the gentleman, “I’ve only got to go home and get my gun. Could you wait another half-hour?” “I’m not sure about that,” said I, and stood for a moment rigid with pain. Then I said, “Do try it in any case, please.” “Very well,” said the gentleman, “I’ll be as quick as I can.” During this conversation the vulture had been calmly listening, letting its eye rove between me and the gentleman. Now I realized that it had understood everything; it took wing, leaning far back to gain impetus, and then, like a javelin thrower, thrust its beak through my mouth, deep into me. Falling back, I was relieved to feel him drowning irretrievably in my blood, which was filling every depth, flooding every shore.

  • Ahmad Sharabiani
    2018-11-20 13:18

    Sämtliche Erzählungen, Franz Kafkaتاریخ نخستین خوانش: ژانویه سال 2002 میلادیعنوان: داستان های کوتاه کافکا؛ نویسنده: فرانتس کافکا؛ مترجم: علی اصغر حداد؛ تهران، ماهی، 1384، در 650 ص، مصور؛ شابک: 9647948735؛ چاپ دوم 1385؛ چاپ سوم 1388؛ چاپ پنجم 1392: شابک: 9789647948739؛ موضوع: داستانهای کوتاه از نویسندگان آلمانی قرن 20 مفهرست: تاملات؛ بچه ها در جاده روستائی؛ افشای یک مرد رند، گردش ناگهانی، تصمیم، گشت و گذار در کوهستان، شوربختی یک مرد مجرد، بازرگان، نگاهی سرسری به بیرون، راه خانه، رهگذران، مسافر، لباسها، دست رد، توصیه به آقایان سوارکار، پنجره رو به خیابان، آرزوی سرخپوست شدن، درختها، تیره روزی، حکم؛ آتش انداز؛ مسخ؛ در سرزمین محکومان؛ پزشک دهکده؛ در گالری؛ نوشته ای کهن؛ جلوی قانون؛ شغالها و عربها؛ بازدید از معدن؛ دهکده مجاور؛ پیام امپراتوری؛ نگرانی پدر خانواده؛ یازده پسر؛ برادر کشی؛ خواب؛ گزارشی برای فرهنگستان؛ هنرمند گرسنگی؛ یوزفینه ی آوازه خوان، جماعت موشها؛ سر و صدای بسیار؛ لاوک سوار؛ شرح یک نبرد؛ شرح یک عروسی در روستا؛ آموزگار دهکده؛ بلومفلد عزب مجرد؛ پل؛ گراکوس شکارچی؛ دیوار چین؛ مشت به دروازه قصر؛ همسایه؛ حیوانی با دو نژاد؛ اختلالی هرروزه؛ حقیقت در باره سانچوپانزا؛ سکوت سیرن ها؛ پرومته؛ ناخدا؛ بیرون شهر؛ پوسئیدون؛ اتحاد؛ شباهنگام؛ امتناع؛ در چند و چون قوانین؛ سربازگیری؛ آزمون؛ لاشخور؛ سکاندار؛ فرفره؛ حکایتی کوتاه؛ بازگشت؛ عزیمت؛ حامی؛ پژوهشهای یک سگ؛ زن و شوهر؛ از جستجو بگذر؛ درباره ی تمثیل ها؛ لانه؛ خبر ساخت دیوار؛ یک پاره نوشته؛ بهشت؛ برج بابل؛ گودال بابل؛ ابراهیم؛ کوه سینا؛ ساخت معبد؛ حیوان کنیسه؛ نگهبان؛ سیرنها؛ آمدن مسیح؛ پلنگها در معبد؛ اسکندر کبیر؛ دیوگنس؛ ساخت شهر؛ سرهنگ امپراتوری؛ امپراتور؛ در کاروانسرا؛ سلول؛ اختراع شیطان؛ وحشی ها؛ گراکوس شکارچی یک پاره نوشته؛ اژدهای سبز؛ ببر؛ پیک ها؛ اسباب بازی؛ رابینسون کروزو؛ چشمه؛ سیری ناپذیرترینها؛ و پیوستها: شمشیر؛ پارالیپومنا؛ او؛ مهمان مردگان؛ خار بوته؛ سالشمار زندگی؛ آلبوم عکس؛ و ...؛ ا. شربیانی

  • FrancoSantos
    2018-12-07 05:28

    Algo que me encanta de las obras de Kafka es que obligan a sus lectores a crear sus propios pensamientos, no llenan como carcasas vacías sus cráneos con ideas del autor. El entendimiento no llega de manera explícita, sino que debe pasar por una espinosa actividad cerebral y, merced a eso, forma pensadores en vez de conocedores. Con esto quiero decir que el lector comprende la obra hasta donde su nivel de razonamiento le permite, y no solo eso, sino que asimismo el lector puede tener una interpretación muy distinta de la de otro y a su vez pueden ser ambas correctas. Para ejemplificar esto último, Jorge Luis Borges, Vladimir Nabokov, Jean-Paul Sartre y Roland Barthes son algunos de los que estudiaron la bibliografía kafkiana, sin embargo, no llegaron a tan parecidas resoluciones. Aun así, es irrefutable que los cuatro eran genios, y yo sostengo que todos estaban en lo cierto. Los trabajos de Kafka son personales, hasta inalienables, no son invariables. La magia de estos escritos radica en ese sometimiento intrínseco. Con un libro cualquiera, pensar es una opción, la duda es casi nula, en cambio, con Kafka, pensar es un compromiso y dudar, inevitable.Lo que nosotros absorbemos de Kafka es una expresión más aguda de nosotros mismos. Kafka permite conocernos, explorarnos, completarnos con lo que tenemos dentro pero antes ignorábamos. Y es más que eso, puesto que cuando una persona lee un trabajo brillante pero este se transmite de manera evidente, esa persona lo va a comprender llanamente y va a pasar a manejar un conocimiento brillante que probablemente jamás se le hubiera ocurrido, y un individuo así, con un intelecto armado y que lo supera, contaminado por el de alguien ajeno, se transformaría en una clase de recipiente sin deducción, un simple huésped de un parásito, que actúa sin identidad. Muchas obras que aspiran a enseñar logran esto, pero Kafka logra lo contrario: impulsa nuestra identidad a partir de un ápice de su raciocinio, y nosotros lo tomamos y lo llevamos por el laberinto de nuestra reflexión para interpretarlo con idiosincrasia subjetiva y no colectiva.Ahora bien, supongamos un caso hipotético en el que se lograse dilucidar cómo debe ser leída la obra kafkiana. Supongamos que se llegase a la conclusión de que las historias son alegorías a la turbia relación de Kafka con su padre, o que deben ser interpretadas desde un perfil religioso, o político. ¿Estaría bien descartar las otras teorías aunque estas también valiesen simétricamente como soluciones? Ahí entraríamos en otra discusión: ¿la obra de un escritor adquiere un significado imperturbable cuando posee una dirección especifica? ¿O la experiencia y su significación es particular de cada lector? En mi opinión, cuando se trata un libro en concreto, nos debemos circunscribir al libro mismo. Conocer las intensiones del escritor aportan datos sobre este, no obstante, mientras la relación entre un libro y un lector sea privada, la interpretación será privada, es decir, personal. El trabajo de la ficción es nutrir, desarrollar, no rellenar; darle las herramientas al lector para que componga su propia construcción, no dar una construcción para que luego le ponga su nombre como si fuese su creador. El conocimiento es poder, pero cuando el conocimiento supera a su portador, los roles se invierten y el individuo termina siendo una reproducción, un facsímil de alguien más.

  • Tara
    2018-11-18 10:34

    “Around me things sink away like fallen snow, whereas for other people even a little liqueur glass stands on the table steady as a statue.” 4.5 stars.There are stories in this collection (and these were by far my favorite kind) that clutch and fumble and scrabble across the surface of your mind, entities so eerily misshapen and askew that you don’t want to let them in. Grimacing and winking, they slither in anyway. Before you know it, everything you thought solid and real begins to fall away. Reality recedes with a measured, merciless tread. Its deliberate pace only intensifies your sense of dread. You feel horribly lost and unnerved, yet the world continues to retreat, indifferent to your mounting distress. Your cries are in vain. It does not falter.You wind up adrift in a realm of blurred, hazy, surreal confusion. Left to fend for yourself, you experience a strange “seasickness on land” as you travel deeper into bizarre, uncertain terrain. You finally lose your bearings entirely; disorientation swallows you whole. And then, just when you’ve given up hope that anything will ever make sense again, it hits you: reality didn’t leave you behind at all, it merely sloughed off the thin veneer of coherence we tend to obscure it with. Kafka dexterously peeled back this façade, stripping away our familiar, comforting lies and deceptions; they’re scattered pitifully over the floor, where their glaring inadequacy is impossible to deny. They are futile, meager, and ridiculous, and yet also heartbreakingly, endearingly human.                                                             .Not only did Kafka reveal many of the ways we distort the world around us, he also had quite a bit of fun examining ways in which we contort our very selves. We bend back on ourselves in our desperate attempts to force our baffling existence to have some sort of ultimate meaning. We scuttle along deformed, wracked with denial and guilt, smiling vacantly, expectantly. Far too frequently, these inner and outer contortions are also how we manage to fit in with our fellow human beings:“It occurred to me that perhaps my long body displeased him by making him feel too small. And this thought—although it was late at night and we had hardly met a soul—tormented me so much that while walking I bent my back until my hands reached my knees.” Sometimes, in our efforts to connect with others, we’re even forced to resort to hideous, “painful contortions, such as steps or words.” (Good god, he fucking gets it.)                                                            .The really brilliant thing about Kafka is that, more often than not, after experiencing all this nightmarish absurdity, one ends up laughing right along with him at the underlying insanity of it all. His mischievous agility, unpredictable playfulness, and delightfully skewed impressions tinge many of these tales with a surprising amount of satisfyingly dark humor. And, after all, isn’t a wicked sense of humor one of the best ways to deal with the exasperating inscrutability we often come up against in this crazy, mixed up world?                                                            .Overall, reading Kafka kind of feels like taking a trip along a Möbius strip. You seem to fade in and out of reality. You start off walking on the floor, and then suddenly, you’re certain you’re lurching across the ceiling. Möbius strips, however, are ingeniously twisted; they actually only have one side. Strictly speaking, there is no up or down, in or out. So too with Kafka: you feel off-balance, bewildered and queasy by the crumpled deformities you encounter as you travel through a gnarled, grotesque landscape, but there’s something strangely familiar underneath it all, something you can’t quite put your finger on.Then you end up exactly where you began, and you finally understand your journey. You realize that you haven’t been going in and out of reality, but that reality has instead been presented in a disturbingly crooked, yet somehow far more truthful, manner.Momentarily freed from your habitual defenses, you catch a glimpse of the elusive face of the world as it is. Welcome home.

  • Florencia
    2018-11-22 06:44

    I think it's a little mistake to judge Kafka considering only "The Metamorphosis". There's a whole different view on things in some of his stories. You're not going to find a nice, warm, fuzzy, Care Bear kind of book (that line made sense in my mind). But some of his stories do show another side of him. I personally like the psychological twisted, complicated, claustrophobic and absurd ones with a weird sense of humor (yes, he can be funny) and infinite interpretations. But that's just me.I liked most of his stories, a few names come to mind (I don't know why and in no specific order): “A Hunger Artist”, a disturbing yet beautiful story about an alienated artist; “In the Penal Colony”; “Eleven sons” and its poetic descriptions; “A dream” (loved its disquieting atmosphere --is that making sense?); “The Great Wall of China”; “A Report to an Academy” (fresh air); “The Problem of Our Laws” that gives you a feeling of despair, because you find yourself being governed by people (noble people) you'll never meet with their rules that you're not supposed to understand; “A Fratricide” (kind of shocked me); "The Cares of a Family Man", short stories like that leave you thinking about what the heck he was writing about.Kafka is a complicated writer, that's true. But the difficult ones often help you to see ordinary things from another perspective. And yes, that's not always sunshine and rainbows, but that's the other inevitable side of life. He mostly described awful, absurd, stressful, weird and confusing situations that human beings experience on daily basis. Sadly, I can relate to his labyrinths of endless bureaucracy. A lot.This writer is not for everyone. And there's nothing wrong with that. In my humble opinion, he was a man who was able to write, among many other things, something like “Before the Law” (a parable that appears in one of my favorites novels); such a familiar feeling. So my connection with him was instantaneous. (It's a shame that mostly happens with people that died a couple or hundreds of years ago. No Lake House around here, huh? God, I hated that movie.) Anyway, “Before the Law” is a short and great example of one of the many sides a Kafkaesque universe has.Feb 23, 14* Also on my blog.

  • Ahmad Sharabiani
    2018-11-21 12:39

    Sämtliche Erzählungen = The Complete Short Stories = Collected Stories, Franz Kafka تاریخ نخستین خوانش این نسخه: بیست و سوم ژوئن سال 2000 میلادیعنوان: مجوعه داستانها؛ نویسنده: فرانتس کافکا؛ مترجم: امیر جلال الدین اعلم؛ تهران، نیلوفر، 1378، در 547 ص، چاپ دوم 1381؛ چاپ چهارم 1386؛ چاپ پنجم 1388: شابک: 9789644481253؛ موضوع: داستانهای کوتاه از نویسندگان آلمانی قرن 20 م آلبرکامو مینویسد: «آثار فرانتس کافکا ‌بایستی بارها خوانده شود»، کتاب‌های کافکا را می‌شود همه جور تفسیر کرد. آنچه بیشتر به دل مینشیند، این که این آثار ماهیت سمبولیک دارند. همه جا ترس و وحشت خود را مینمایاند، نویسنده ای مدرن، و امروزه دیگر به جمع کلاسیک ها پیوسته است. ا. شربیانی

  • Sidharth Vardhan
    2018-12-14 10:47

    The Old Man in the Woods Or The Monkeys by fire We monkeys have sat by this ever-burning fire for generations because we are afraid to go outside the perimeter of its light into the dark. Although we have tried to look beyond into the darkness everyday hoping to find something; yet all of us are afraid to step out. And this fear is not baseless, for whoever has entered the darkness has never returned. Thus this fire has a very central role to play in our lives. It has been there for as long as memory goes back into the past. One is often tempted to ask who created it in the first place - you can depend upon monkeys to let their curiosity rule them. While over the years, organized efforts have been made to increase it by feeding wood and thus increasing perimeter of its light - one must add 'quite successfully'; the question of its origins remain debate-able. Some argue that it was always there – but imagination finds it hard to deal with infinities. These days it is even contested that it was a result of an explosion.However, a widely accepted view has been that the Old Man did it. The Old Man, who it has been claimed, lives outside the perimeter of light. Many monkeys have repeatedly claimed to ‘see’ him there - although their descriptions of him are so widely different from one another that it render any explanation impossible. And they keep fighting among each-other as to whose description is better than other. Another thing for which you can depend on monkeys for - to form their opinions on things they know nothing about and then fight to prove they are right.They have formed factions – major as well as minor. There is, for example, a faction, J, which is sure there is an Old Man and he is very kind since as, so the legend goes, this old man first asked one of our ancestors to kill his son; but later out of total mercy told him he need not do so. Kind, isn’t it? There is another faction, C, which argues that the old man actually once sent his son among us, named Jay Cee – after doing a plastic surgery on him to give him the form of a monkey. I personally think that that the son, if there is a son, wouldn’t have agreed to go through plastic surgery for monkeys like us.Yet another faction, I, will have it that Jay Cee was only Old Man's ambassador to our little land like many others, who had come to us to tell us about the day the fire will be dissolved and all bad monkeys will be punished. Kind of makes you feel like you are in a classroom where teacher has gone out on an errand and will punish in-disciplined souls on return!Another faction H tells you that there are more than one old man out there - It is again a monkey thing to do, to go out looking for many where you haven’t yet found one.And all these factions along with many others have each have at least one leave of its own. Each faction claims its leave to be THE LEAVE containing the message either narrated or written by Old Man himself. There are so many THE LEAVES containing so very different messages written in so many different languages one cant help but marvel Old Man’s creative talents. Me? I personally refuse to love a leave that doesn’t start with words, ‘Burn me before you kill an innocent on my account’. (If any of my fellow monkeys happen to be listening, forgive the mockery! that runs in our monkey blood.)There are a few who scorn at all these factions and say there is no Old Man at all – and these last are themselves scorned at in turn by rest, for others won’t be reminded of that possibility. There is no presence as painful as an absence - that is any absence ever felt … Which reminds me if any of my fellow monkeys asks, this meeting never happened, you don’t know me.Anyway, some of these last who say there is no old man at all, claim the old man is an illusion – the result of our vivid imagination which shows brain what it wishes to see. The argument is favored by the fact that despite large extension of illuminated land as the fire has grown over the years – even to areas where the Old Man was supposed to be; he is still not to be found. Instead he seems to have silently crawled back as if avoiding us, hiding from us. May be he has too many wrinkles and feels hideous. Instead, so these non-believing monkeys will have you believe, that Old Man was imagined back when fire was still new and fears high; our ancestors needed a human that could father them and in absence of such a father figure they might have imagined one. In fact, we monkeys have always found it difficult to get over our daddy issues. That could explain all those fights. Who daddy loves the most? We say “us”, they say ”us” and then the fight.Whether or not, this father figure is real, these infidels argue, it is high time we become independent of him – even if it is tempting to have belief in a higher figure, if only as someone to curse on a rainy day. He, if he is, definitely seems to be wanting to be forgotten – or wouldn’t he have explained beyond doubt how he wants to be acknowledged? At the moment, one cannot help but wonder whether he thinks of anything of our acknowledgement or further requests and gifts we keep on making. And one doubts if he did anything at all worth acknowledging. For example, how did he created the fire in first place? Some argue he used woods and stones; others argue that he used petrol and wood – you see even on this point there has been no clarity but most seems to agree that a fire implies an old man who started it - for fire, they say, can't create itself and monkeys, they all seem to be surely incapable of doing it.There is also the very nature of Old Man – in fact some people think that he is not old at all; still others, though very few, are sure that it is a woman and there are some who say he has a vulture head. These last are considered primitive by others. Also what is there to say that Old Man is not a bad guy? In fact, look at the facts – his messages have created only confusion and differences. We are fighting with each other stupidly – one could claim that he is making us fight each other for his entertainment; powerful have always made fun of powerless –the temptation is just too strong. Just look at how we monkeys play with insects. Yes, I insist upon it. The Old Man is just making fun of us; it sure must be hard for a man in his position not to laugh at our monkey-ish behavior. May be, may be Old Man is the biggest enemy we have. There is an old proverb among us – a good impostor is one that would have you cut your tail and that of others, give them to him/her and still have you believe that he/she is good and has done you a favor.Anyway the hard truth remains one can never be sure.And yet all these factions are so sure of being right they must kill others to prove it – in service to or protection of Old Man they say. At times, one walks along perimeter of the fire's light for a lone walk, dejected with all this barbarian behavior; and looks outside the perimeters; hoping – yes hoping for sometimes one can't help it; hoping to see him … And yet, all the while being sure that there would be nothing but darkness visible.

  • Carlos
    2018-12-08 09:38

    Compilación de cuentos cortos geniales escritos por el aún más genial Franz Kafka. Cuentos cortos que dan para más de una interpretación. Lo que admiro de este gran señor es la posibilidad que le da al lector de crear sus propias ideas a partir de lo que él escribe, hace que el lector piense y cree su propio escenario, Kafka no da todo "en bandeja".Lo más difícil de todo siempre es entender los cuentos de Kafka, quizás es muy criticado por eso. Al principio ni yo mismo no los entendía, pero una vez leyendo su biografía se aclara todo. Para los que no entienden los cuentos de Kafka, les recomiendo leer la biografía.¿Recomendado? Totalmente, siempre y cuando lean su biografía, sus cuentos se leen desde una perspectiva diferente.

  • Seth
    2018-11-25 13:48

    Buy a good collection of Kafka's stories and put it in the bathroom. Really.If you've been led to believe that Kafka wrote drab stories about alienation and angst (and that The Metamorphosis is a tradgedy), then take a magic marker, cross out the name on the spine, and pretend it's a weird book by Dave Sedaris or something. Kafka's stories are smart, often funny, quick to read, and as modern and relevant as ever.In the bathroom you'll probably bypass the larger works (including The Metamorphosis) and discover his short-shorts. We call it "flash fiction" now: stories under a few hundred words and packing a poem-like punch into their lean frames. Kafka was a master of the form, but they are too short to use as an essay subject in high school, so too many people don't read them.When you've adjusted to Kafka as an absurdist who actually likes people, then re-read The Metamorphosis (and finish it this time--it ends on an "up" note, much to most peoples' surprise) and strike out into The Hunger Artist, The Penal Colony, and the rest. Treat this is a collection of fun, short, absurd, witty stories and forget everything your high school english teacher told you. He or she had't actually read Kafka in decades, after all.

  • MJ Nicholls
    2018-11-23 05:26

    I first bought this in 2009, in an edition where Vintage had removed the full stops from the text in error, or to lure me into some Kakfaesque trap. Thanks, Vintage! I complained and received a freebie of Bulgakov’s The Heart of a Dog instead. I parked the stories for a long time, until this moment in time, when I revisited the most terrifying story in the universe, ‘The Metamorphosis’, the most horrific and significant story in the universe ‘Inside the Penal Colony’, the breathtaking debut ‘Description of a Struggle’, the claustrophobic mindbender ‘The Burrow’, the excruciatingly tedious ‘Investigations of a Dog’, and the bountiful sequence of short fables, sketches, and oddities, separated here into stories published and unpublished in his lifetime by Gabriel Josipovici, with full stops reinstated. This edition uses the Edwin & Willa Muir translations for the most part with several other couple-combo contributions, and serves as the perfect definitive edition of Franz’s stories for your lifetime’s bookshelf.

  • John
    2018-11-20 07:23

    The recent so-called scandalous revelations about Kafka's personal library (as if -- turns out he read a slightly edgy quarterly of arts & literature) prompt me to say something about his work. For my Goodreads list, I suppose it must be this book, an inevitable choice but nonetheless indispensable (I should add, too, that I can't really specify when I read the COLLECTED STORIES; I began doing so in the 1960's & never stopped). To read Kafka is to be carried away by the imagination of the century just ended, a dream-facility which bodied forth core images of our changing condition, armed with new technologies but saddled with ancient hatreds & fears. The most famous such image, to be sure, is that of the breadwinner turned into a bug, "The Metamorphosis," & naturally that nightmare domestic comedy is in here. But this collection also has far shorter yet likewise spot-on renderings out of our developing collective unconscious, such as "A Hunger Artist," ever-more-essential reading for anyone trying to following a creative calling amid the materialist hurly-burly. More intense distillations are served, as well, in what would come to be called "flash-fic." But even at the length of a couple of pages or less, Kafka generates blinking terror & breathtaking cultural reach, in the bloody labyrinth of "A Country Doctor" or the heady blind alley of "On Parables." At every length, more's the astonishment, the rhetoric's perfectly modulated, with every correlation & description & thought given just the development, the finish, needed to serve the vision in play. Kafka insists on the primacy of that vision, never flashy, his good judgment eliminating anything that might distract, might suggest artist matters more than art. The cult of personality that's grown up around him, over the last few decades, is one of the most galling travesties of our literary culture. In Kafka's stories, the lengthiest to the most abbreviated, we are reminded that even our corrupted & shit-stained times may still be cleansed by the outflow of humanity's purest storytelling impulses.

  • Zanna
    2018-12-08 05:37

    Probably most readable, rhythmic and rounded among these tales, so much so that I forced my brother to listen to me reading it aloud to him, is The Great Wall of China, which contains the immortal parable of the messenger.Kafka's tales are oblique, frequently, I think, resisting reading in terms of established philosophical or ideological positions. Their psychological resonance is immense, even when it's difficult to pin a definitive meaning to the action, to divine the motivations of the characters, or to suck out an aphorism. Tales like The Metamorphosis describe the atmosphere of the period almost by exquisitely carving out the negative space. Investigations of a Dog is another of my favourites, interrogating, indirectly but with keen clear sight, unspoken anxieties and motivations behind social habits, and perhaps religious practices.I have a theory that every honest reader will find themselves (uncomfortably, of course) in Kafka. I am the animal narrator-protagonist of The Burrow, who obsesses over its home's security and defences, and experiences bliss rolling on the floor of one of its chambers in brief, luxurious forgetfulness. Reflecting on this is quite therapeutic for me; I am able to challenge myself.

  • Brian
    2018-11-14 10:37

    Kafka placed his own stories in a specific canon, included in the previous book I reviewed, called “The Metamorphosis and Other Stories.” I agree with Kafka. Those stories stand out among the rest. However, reading all of his shorts gave me no less pleasure. I liked his shorter stories most, as they packed meaning and depth into a small speck, like the small matter scientists say blew up into the Universe. I love the way Kafka describes settings. I love the way he makes me feel. Two stories I could not finish. I’ll have to come back to them later: “Investigations of a Dog” and “The Burrow.” These read more like essays than stories and I’m holding on to them for a day when I get a Kafka craving. Updike mentions in the beginning the term Kafkaesque originated from his novels. I anticipate reading these three novels and have ordered them already. I also look forward to reading Kafka’s journals, which also make way to me in the mail. He has an unbelievable way with words. He’s the first writer to take me into another world without creating another world. He has no Hobbits or Aes Sedai, no hybrid man-creatures or Spider-Morph babies eating their mothers when they drop from the womb. He speaks of a normal world but through the lens of his mind, and it transforms into a beautiful place. People say Kafkaesque refers to that creepy feeling you can’t quite put a finger on. I get that now. His stories make you laugh or react in some surface way, then something grows inside the back of your mind and a double meaning invades. It doesn’t reveal all but you know it hides there, and it scares you deep down. I had an experience a few days ago, the Kafka mind invaded, and it helped me understand the endeared term derived from his name. I had been promoted so I hid in the bathroom. I dropped to my knees and palms, placed my face on the floor and said thanks to God. Then I thought, what if a Black Widow crawls out from behind the toilet and bites me and I die right here giving God thanks. Funny in a sick way, ironic. A good story idea: religious guy drops to give God thanks and dies of a spider-bite. The irony: he sees God as good, for that moment, but God or nature or the Universe sends a spider to kill him. That strange, conflicted way of thinking defines Kafkaesque for me. Kafka has claimed the number one place on my favorite authors list. I can’t wait to read the novels and all his nonfiction. What an amazing soul!

  • Hussein Dehghani
    2018-11-21 06:41

    این کتاب همه داستان ها و دستنوشته های کافکا به جز 3 رمان او را شامل می شود .کلا خیلی اضطراب اور و مشوش کننده است داستانهاش . بعد از خوندنشون ادم هنوز ذهنش درگیر و مشوش هست .راستش من از خیلی از داستانهاش سر در نمی اوردم و بعضی هاش هم که نصفه بود ....... ظاهرا اکثر کارهای کافکا نیمه کاره بوده و وصیت کرده بوده بعد از مرگش نابود بشوند که دوستش به این وصیت عمل نمی کنه .اما بعضی از داستان ها هم خیلی قشنگ بود . من خودم از داستان های کیفرگاه ، گزارشی به فرهنگستان ، گراکوس شکارگر و هنرمند گرسنگی خیلی خوشم اومد . نوشته کوتاهش راجع به افسانه پرومتئوس هم جالب بود . اما کاملا ادم را اشفته می کنه داستان هاش نمی دونم چرا . یعنی من موقع خوندن کتاب خیلی غمگین و مضطرب بودم . و لی واقعا محیطی که می ساخت هم درداور بود هم لذت بخش . اصلا بی خیال نمی تونم بگویم چه حسی داشتمظاهرا پدر خیلی مستبد و رعب انگیزی داشته و همین محیط خفقان و وحشت باعث شده بعد هم سبک داستان هاش اینقدر سیاه و تنها و دلهره اور باشند .

  • Brian
    2018-12-02 12:21

    There is something about Kafka's writing that just pulls you in, ties you to the chair and makes you experience it - in all of its frustration, humor and sadness. When observed objectively, it is almost insane that we still read an author that only published a few completed short stories. Kafka ordered all of his work to be burned upon his early death at 41 - his executor and friend, Max Brod, sensed the unfulfilled genius in Kafka's work, and refused his friend's dying wish. So I asked myself when I took this book of the shelf a couple of months ago, "Why read this book of stories for the third time?" I can't think of another collection of short stories I've read cover-to-cover more than twice. In addition, most of the stories in this collection are unfinished. The jewels of the collection, "The Hunger Artist", "A Report to an Academy", "In the Penal Colony" and the eponymous "Metamorphosis" are outstanding. The remainder of the collection is like staring into a handful of uncut, unpolished diamonds - the reader is forced to look at the potential rather than the current state. This collection includes everything that exists from Kafka's pen, with the exception of his three unfinished novels.I don't think that Kafka is the best short story writer. But after reading his stories for the third time, I think I've realized why I like him so much. Kafka's particular talent at a particular point in human history is serendipitous. I believe that his writing is a bridge between the story writing and telling of the 19th century and the dawning of a new age in literature (the "Modern" and then "Post-Modern" literature ages). I can sense 19th century Europe in his stories as much as I can the David Foster Wallace, Ben Marcus and other talented late 20th century writers. This positioning is unique and rather daunting for an author with little finished work.A word of warning: the last third of the book contains "short short stories", many of which aren't more than a paragraph long and are really nothing more than ideas for later consideration. Reading through pages of these is like a journey through a deranged mind, so if you choose to read this book cover-to-cover, plan on tackling this section in short bursts.

  • Cecily
    2018-11-25 08:45

    Every story is different, but each one takes you to a different world, or an alternative view of one we are in (and perhaps wish we weren't). Some are funny, some sad and many are both. Some are so short they are more like prose poems. Great for dipping into and getting a taste of Kafka before (and during and after) tackling his larger works.See my Kafka-related bookshelf for other works by and about Kafka (http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/...).

  • Geoff
    2018-12-13 08:24

    I can't believe I haven't rated this one yet. This is where you go to find Kafka, even more so than his unfinished novels. Though the Trial is magnificent, the short stories are where his genius is most evident. Depths and depths to plumb here. Leagues beyond most other writers.

  • Sofia
    2018-11-17 08:21

    Some, I would assume, early, over-long stories here. My issue with Kafka, which I don't have with The Castle, is that everything comes across as a minimalistic intellectual exercise, the themes repeated endlessly, the characters mere vehicles.

  • Jacob
    2018-11-25 09:27

    Most people's exposure to Kafka consists entirely of "The Metamorphosis", which is a shame, for while that story is indeed a classic, it has led to a somewhat unfair pigeonholing of Kafka as a lonely, disillusioned Oedipal case with a penchant for bleak imagery (hence the adjective Kafkaesque). But while Kafka certainly is all of those things, he is also much more, and this collection is a brilliant portrait of that.Some of the best moments in the collection come from Kafka letting out his playful, childish side, as in "Blumfeld, an Elderly Bachelor", which follows the frustrations of a perplexed old man who suddenly finds himself sharing an apartment with two mysterious bouncing balls. "Investigations of a Dog" is an odd tale written from a dog's perspective (and not a man suddenly and grotesquely cursed with a dog's body, either... just a plain dog). Then there is the oddly apropos "A Report to an Academy", which features the musings of a civilized ape, and "The Village Schoolmaster", about the conflict between two well-meaning but naive academics over the proper means of proving the existence of a giant species of mole.And yes, all the classics are in here as well. "A Hunger Artist", "In the Penal Colony", and of course, "The Metamorphosis". The collection loses points only for its unevenness (another definitive Kafkaesque trait). Even within stories, the quality can greatly vary (the second half of "Blumfeld", for instance, is but a far-too-drawn-out explication of the inventive magic-balls metaphor of the first half. It's really too bad that Kafka's work and various maladies (real and imagined) prevented him from putting forth more effort toward his fiction. But then, I guess, he wouldn't have been Kafka.

  • Víctor Galán
    2018-11-30 06:42

    Kafka es un autor muy controvertido, admirado y rechazado a partes iguales, parece, sin embargo, que el tiempo le está dando la razón a aquellos que admiraban el genuino talento creador del autor checo. El motivo principal de esto se debe a la, llamémosle, habilidad o sensibilidad para percibir los males de la sociedad de la época, unos males que, parece, son más duraderos y universales de lo que se podría pensar en un principio.Kafka supo retratar estos defectos de manera metafórica, llegando incluso al surrealismo de una manera tan precisa y original que uno no puede por menos de quitarse el sombrero ante este talento. Como toda buena recopilación de cuentos, hay de todo, desde obras brillantes y emocionales como "Un médico rural" o "En la colonia penitenciaria", pasando por la sempiterna fama de "La metamorfosis" a textos tan breves que no generan ningún tipo de impacto duradero en el lector y otros relatos que, siendo más extensos, parece que abusan de la forma obsesiva característica de Kafka, teniendo la sensación de que se pasó un poco de la raya. No obstante, Kafka fue, como todo el mundo, hijo de su tiempo, los textos obsesivos y reiterativos se habían empezado a poner de moda en Europa ya entonces, como símbolo de la mecanicidad y superficialidad de la vida cotidiana, hecho que autores como Céline poco después también usaría, o más recientemente Thomas Bernhard o Javier Marías.El estilo onírico brilla con luz propia, el que intenta imitar a la burocracia no tanto, se le tolera, se le respeta y se le valora por la importancia que tuvo, pero simplemente no emociona, e incluso, a veces, no interesa. No obstante su capacidad para dotar de un ritmo prodigioso, intenso, permiten al lector avanzar sin demasiados traspiés por sus 82 cuentos y permite acabárselos mucho más rápido de lo que podría esperarse. La sensación final es la de haber asistido a algo importante, irregular, sí, pero único en su especie.Un libro que todo el mundo debería tener y probablemente la obra más importante de su autor.

  • Sahar
    2018-12-04 12:29

    سبك نگارش كافكا نه بر كسي پوشيده است و نه به نحوي ست كه بشود با حفظ تمام هنرمندي هاي او، براي كسي توضيحش داد. مجموعه ي داستانهاي كوتاه كافكا از هرنظر به ويژه به لحاظ فضاي داستان ها و بعد انتقادي، با داستانهاي بلندش برابري ميكرد و چه بسا به سبب كوتاهي كلام بعضا از انسجام بيشتري برخوردار بود و انتقال مفاهيم بهتر صورت ميگرفت. شايد بتوان گفت در كنار مسخ، در سرزمين مردگان، هنرمند گرسنگي، يوزفينه ي آوازه خوان، شرح يك نبرد، ديوار چين، پژوهش هاي يك سگ، او، و نقب از ديگر شاهكارهاي كافكا در اين كتاب بودند. ترجمه ي اين كتاب نيز كه توسط آقاي حداد انجام گرفته ( برخلاف بعضي مترجمين آثار كافكا) بسيار روان و دلچسب بود و مشوقي براي خواننده ست كه به خواندن كتاب ادامه دهد .

  • Shokufeh شکوفهKavani کاوانی
    2018-12-14 11:41

    کافکا مو را به تن من سیخ میکند.

  • Naele
    2018-12-04 10:40

    فرانتس کافکا متولد شده در پراگ و از یک خانواده یهودی ِآلمانی زبان است. او بر اثر بیماری سل در سوم ژوئن هزار و نهصد و بیست و چهار در گذشت. کافکا اعتماد به نفس چندانی برای انتشار نوشته های خود نداشت و در اکثر مواقع دوست او ماکس برود او را تشویق به انتشار آنها می کرد. جایی نیز در یادداشت های خود که ازفرستادن نوشته هایش پشیمان شده بود، نوشت: کاش دست نوشته هایم را پس می فرستاد. در آن صورت این امکان را داشتم که فقط همان اندازه تیره بخت باشم که پیش ترها بودم.قلم کافکا هر خواننده عامی را به سوی خود نمی کشاند. او خواننده را در سردرگمی های فلسفی به دنبال خود می کشاند. گمراه می کند، می میراند، زنده می گرداند و همه این غیرمعمول ها را معمول و نزدیک به یک رئالیسم جادویی روایت می کند. او از که و از چه می گوید؟ شخصیت ها را گره کور می زند، طوری که اگر بدون تمرکز به خوانش بپردازی جز کلافگی متوجه مفهومی دیگر نخواهی شد. مجموعه داستان های کوتاه کافکا حاوی عادی گراییِ خالی از سانتی مانتالیسم یا بی رحمانه شخصیت هایی است که به صورت معکوس بیشتر ازابتدا، از اندیشه های فابل(fabula) به پیچیده ترین شکل ممکن نوشته شده است. روای های آن گاه گرگور مسخ است که به حشره ای تبدیل شده است. وحشت از آنجاست که تبدیل شدن گرگور به یک حشره خانواده او را آنقدر نمی ترساند که جریان زندگی شان را مختل کند. آنها پس از گذشت مدت زمانی کوتاه طبق روزمرگی های پیشین با احترامی کمتر و نادیده تر و تحقیرآمیز تر با او رفتار می کنند. او را از دید دیگران مخفی نگه می دارند و آزادی او به زیر یک مبل، خزیدن های غم انگیز ِحاصل از تنهایی روی سقف محدود می شود. و نیز در سرزمین محکومان هنگامی که افسر نحوه کارکرد دستگاه مخصوص اعدام را با حضور محکوم بی رحمانه توضیح می دهد مسافر پژوهشگر نیز با رفتاری کاملا معمول در مقابل آنها می نگرد و همین سکوت نوعی ازشقاوت آنها است که در طبیعت انسانی اثر های ادبی او عادی سازی شده است. پرنده ای که از دشواری می گوید. از لانه می گوید. از خزه ها با دیدی هراس انگیز که زندگی طبیعی او را به خطر می اندازند سخن می گوید. نقطه مشترک تمام داستان های او سردرگمی، نگرانی، اندوه بازگشت و رفتن است. زندگی انسانی در قالب های غیرانسانی، حیوانی توصیف می شود. به سگ هویت و شناسنامه و اندیشه ی فردی ِ خاص می دهد. مانند وقتی که یک سگ در پژوهش هایش تحلیل علمی و عمیق ارائه می دهد. آنجا که می گوید :"از جهان سراسر دروغ بیرون بزنم جهانی که در آن حقیقت را از هیچکس نمی توان شنید. تنهایی من از دیگران نبود ازخودم بود و بس." از دروغ ها گله مند است و مرگ را طبیعی تر معمول تر از آنچه می نماید که انسان های بیرون در مواجهه با آن عکس العمل های جنون آمیز نشان می دهند و خود را به زندگی متعلق می دانند. در متن "او" او آنقدر در ملال است که دیگر بستر را وسیله آرامش نمی پندارد، در میان تضاد کلمات به جان خویش می افتد: "فضایل همه فردی اند، معایب همه اجتماعی. آنچه فضیلت اجتماعی خوانده می شود مثلا عشق، از خود گذشتگی، عدالت، فداکاری، فقط عیبی اجتماعی است که به طرزی غریب ازشدت آن کاسته شده است. کافکا شاید اینگونه حقیقت های اخلاقی و غیر اخلاقی انسان ها و رنج های درونی را به دور از کلیشه به شیوه مخصوص خودش بیان می کند. هر آنچه که بود و است او توانست در میان خسته گانِ نا امید و اظطرار و تشویش، جای پای خود را قرن ها در ادبیات رنج ها و درد ها سفت کند."من مرداب ها را خشک نمی کنم بلکه میان بخارات تب آلود آن زندگی می کنم."

  • J.M.
    2018-12-08 13:48

    A couple things:I can't think of any other writer who had as much antipathy toward his own work as Kafka. As he was dying, he repeatedly and emphatically asked his friend Max Brod to destroy all of his stories. The knowledge of this naturally creates a kind of tragic grandeur to the work, the thought that he was never really satisfied or proud of what he'd produced, and that they all could have been lost. I wouldn't say that this destructive impulse was due to an excess of perfectionism, but rather the most extreme example of that inevitable writer's lament of execution failing to live up to concept.Now you're probably familiar with "Metamorphosis" (who isn't?) and you might think that it was a one-off. What I discovered from reading all of Kafka's stories was that he returned to that interspecies well several times. There's a story written from the perspective of a chimpanzee who learned to speak, and a story about two men obsessed with a giant mole, and then possibly my favorite story in the collection, "The Burrow," written from the perspective of a creature of some unspecified species, about his pleasures and his fears, his past and his plans. Oh, and then the chronologically last of the 'longer' stories, about a singing mouse named Josephine. So gloriously weird and oblique, yet oddly profound.I'll be moving on to Kafka's diaries, since, along with this volume, I received them as a Christmas gift when I was like 13. I remember starting on the diaries first, foolishly, and never finishing them. I'd rather be trying his novels.

  • Fernando
    2018-11-23 08:27

    Desde su primer libro de relatos, "Contemplación", pasando por "La Metamorfosis" y todos los relatos póstumos que legó el genio incomparable de Franz Kafka a la literatura universal, pueden leerse en este libro imprescindible que nos lleva a perdernos en los dilemas y laberintos, en las maravillosas paradojas kafkianas que disparan múltiples interpretaciones como si fueran rizomas. Imperdible

  • Phú Vương Trọng
    2018-12-08 06:43

    Someone: What's your religion?Me: KAFKA

  • Eldonfoil TH*E Whatever Champion
    2018-12-06 13:36

    Kafka's Complete Stories is the rare book to which I could give two stars or five. Beyond his writing, I love him for his humanity, his authenticity, and his painful incompatibility with the modern world. His attempts, however, to put all this in writing are unfortunately inconsistent, ranging from mesmerizing to incomplete "scribbling" as he referred to his own writing. As a reader I am repeatedly wishing beyond wishing that he had expanded, developed, and completed more of the stories and fragments that he left behind, even if he did not expect or desire them to be published. But then there are also stories like "A Little Woman," "A Country Doctor," the famous "Metamorphosis," and probably my favorite, "The Judgment," along with several others, which really begin to communicate Kafka's inner self in a moving way. Other readers will surely find other stories to be their favorites, a further testament to his work. Bureaucracy. Offices. Forms. Social expectations. Domineering fathers. Managers. Jobs. A world of talk talk, cheap talk, dispirited organization(s), deceptive systems and their propagating individuals. So cheap and disgusting that it sets forth a frightening gloom and apocalyptic sense of loss. Kafka deeply felt one of the greatest tragedies of modernity: the loss of spirit to ingrained, mass-produced socialization serving mere manipulation, the victory of faceless egotism and vapid professionalism packaged in self-importance for the sake of materialism and pseudo-rationalism, normally at the expense of beauty and originality. Since his death, I'm sorry to report, nothing has improved. I still feel Kafka's dread, it is real, when I go into the doctor's office, Philadelphia restaurants, public schools. At his best, Kafka's writing offers safe harbor from the trembling, or at least a pillow of criticism to rest one's head while on this insufferable road Western society calls the 20th/21st century, a moment to recall our own humanity as it inevitably gets lost in this massive shuffle, Kafka's greatest fear.

  • Shaimaa Ali
    2018-12-15 11:22

    I've entered Kafka's world & got lost in time & space .. Never wanted to get back to real life! That's my true feeling after finishing this magnificent book. Started by two introductory parables & followed by his famous longer stories. It was my 3rd time reading "The Metamorphosis", admired: ( In the Penal Colony, a Country Doctor, A Report to an Academy, A Hunger Artist, Investigations of a Dog & The Burrow).From the shorter stories: "The knock at the Manor Gate" reminded me of his most famous work: "The Trial" & his obsession with being guilty of something, with his love and defense to his sister. "Eleven Sons" reflects how a father see his own sons, how he favors some & dislike others .. "Coming-Home" as well .. Maybe it has influences from his own life & the complex relationship between himself and his father. For a review on the effect of Kafka's literary works, check below article: http://www.theguardian.com/books/book...A Wikipedia list of most of his longer works include:"First short story: "Description of a Struggle"http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Descript...""The 2nd short story (Wedding Preparations in the country) :http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weddin..."" 3rd short story: the Judgment:http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ju...""4th short story: The Metamorphosis [Gregor has died :'( ]http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Me...""5th short story: http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_the...""6th Short Story:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Vill..."7th Short Story: (very similar to The Palace):http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blumfeld...""8th A country doctor:http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Coun...""9th A report to an Academy is amazing!"http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invest...""10th * The Burrow: http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bu...

  • Kimberly
    2018-11-16 05:39

    I was given this book months ago, but took a while to get back in the short-story groove :) Since I read these stories at various points, I'm only going to highlight my two personal favorites in this collection: METAMORPHOSIS, and THE PENAL COLONY. The first was one of those stories where you find yourself looking for an outcome that even YOU can't predict. As far as "staying power", this is one story that I don't think I'll ever forget. The second one, THE PENAL COLONY was a completely different kind of tale, in my opinion. The implications of this one actually sucked me into it so well that I went back and immediately re-read it a second time to make sure that I didn't miss anything. Higher praise than that, I can't think of.As in all story collections, not every one appeals in the same manner, but this book had some exceptional works that I can see going back to in the future.Recommended!

  • Matt
    2018-12-06 12:30

    I read as much of it as I could comprehend/ connect with in high school and it mattered a great deal to me.Years pass, and I still go back to it in difficult times for wisdom, perspective, and nourishment.Immortal.