You know that you've made it as a writer if there is an adjective derived from your name that doesn't just mean "written by or in the style or time of X". In this very small club (together with Freud, Machiavelli, de Sade, and Masoch) falls Franz Kafka who would have turned 125 today. I once took a course on Kafka at university, close to his 100th birthday, actually, so the things I have now read surrounding his 5/4 century rang a few, somewhat muted, bells. Will have to re-read some of his books one day.
The five women populating his love life look interesting, I guess I would write kafkaesque novels too, if I were torn between these ...
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