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My Thoughts on Kafka

November 14, 2009 Leave a comment

“Franz Kafka’s fiction makes no sense,” the introduction declared.

At first, this statement seemed to me to be a statement of fact. And, in a certain sense, it still is. But I think that, in being twisted, indecipherable, an seemingly meaningless, Kafka’s writings capture something that few other literary works have been able to touch on, a truth so mundane that it is at the same time profound: the reality of living. Through his works, which strike me as reminiscent of my own strange dreams and nightmares, he explores the tedium of everyday life, the daily routines that set a steady rhythm for our lives, leading us nowhere but toward our inevitable deaths. In having no apparent meaning, his prose paints a portrait of our own apparently meaningless lives, and the random, confusing, often unfortunate happenings that define them. In defying explanation, Kafka makes more sense than any other writer whose works I have encountered. It is for certain a paradox, but isn’t it also true that many things in our lives–and in our twisted, nonsensical dreams–contradict themselves?

Nothing has to have meaning; there is no law, no higher law or one made by man, that says there must be purpose behind all that which we see. Try as we might, we cannot inject meaning into our brief existence. Try as they might, those who have studied Kafka’s lierature cannot hope to glean reason from his words. 

And that is precisely the reason why I have grown to love Kafka. He has broken the mold, and leapt beyond the boundaries that so many writers, and so many other people, for that matter, have set up to confine themselves. As a writer myself, I can only hope to do the same.

But this is just the humble opinion of a young and relatively unknowledgeable mind. Feel free to contradict me if you will.

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