>“Dr. Franz Kafka, a German writer who lived in Prague, died the day before yesterday in a sanatorium in Kierling at Klosterneuburg, near Vienna. Few people here knew him, for he was a solitary, wise person terrified by life. He suffered for years from lung disease. Although he did treat his illness medically, he also consciously encouraged it, and supported it with his thinking. Once he wrote in a letter, ‘When the soul and the heart can no longer bear the burden, the lungs take over one half of it, so that the weight will at least be evenly distributed.’ That is how it was with his illness. It gave him an almost miraculous delicacy and a frighteningly uncompromising intellectual refinement. As a human being, however, he pushed all his fear of life onto his illness. He was shy, timid, gentle, and kind, but he wrote gruesome and painful books. He saw the world as full of invisible demons, who tear apart and destroy defenseless people. He was too clear-sighted and too wise to be able to live; he was too weak to fight, he had that weakness of noble, beautiful people who are not able to do battle against the fear of misunderstandings, unkindness, or intellectual lies. Such persons know beforehand that they are powerless and go down in defeat in such a way that they shame the victor. He knew people as only people of great sensitivity are able to know them, as somebody who is alone and sees people almost prophetically, from one flash of a face. He knew the world in a deep and extraordinary manner. He was himself a deep and extraordinary world. He wrote books that belong to the most outstanding works of German literature. They express the struggles of today’s generation, but without any tendentious words. They are truthful, naked, and painful, so that even where they speak symbolically, they are almost naturalistic. They are full of dry mockery and the sensitive gaze of a person who has seen the world so clearly that he could not bear it and had to die; he did not want to retreat and save himself, as others do, even by the noblest intellectual subconscious errors.”"-obituary written by Milena Jesenska (translator and ex-girlfriend of Kafka)
>>24113575That's some of the best writing I've read on Kafka.I read his letters to Milena ages ago (her responses are apparently lost, so you only see his side). They spend a lot of time planning to meet, eventually they do, it's a beautiful experience, they plan to meet up again, with more prevarication and delays, but at last they manage to arrange it, and Kafka's letter immediately after is like, 'Well, at least we have the beautiful memory of the first time.' I feel like I might've made up some of those details, but that's how I remember the book. I had such a vivid image of them hanging out that second time, without much to say, in a morose park in Prague.
>>24113575You could have just said the Jew cries out as he strikes you. That covers it.
>>24113575>He wrote books that belong to the most outstanding works of German literature.lmao
>>24113575Wtf was he a doctor in? In being a subnormal goblin?
I have never met or read anyone who was worth taking seriously in aesthetic matters who engaged in kafkolatry. Dude is like a lightning rod for the most midwitted of midwits, the fucking Christopher Nolan of literature.
>>24113575literally me
>>24114216out of interest anon, which admiration of yours springs to mind? your age would be a nice touch.
>>24113575>praises Kafka's frankness>writes him an obituary full of melodramaAlso, I would go as far as to say that there has never been a single timid and neurotically fearful person who has “known the world in a deep and extraordinary manner.”
>>24114329It's clickbait garbage sanewashing a degenerate.
