And Kafka might be the most European writer of them all: His fiction lives in a constant flux.
Anatole Broyard once titled a memoir of the Greenwich Village lost of the 1940s Kafka Was the Rage.
Although told in Herman Melville's more humorous style, Bartleby is a story as enigmatic as anything in Kafka.
His range of empathy surpasses any of his peers—Mann, Musil, or Kafka.
Strauss: But, with Kafka, that is part of his whole narrative.
There are sketches for the third movement in the Kafka volume, but they afford no help in fixing a date.
The Wanderer looked from Unorna to Kafka with profound surprise.
At the same time he looked into Kafka's eyes and raised one hand as though in warning.
"Ah—she told me that you hated her," said Kafka, turning his dark eyes to his companion.
Unorna knelt down and let her hand rest a few seconds on Kafka's brow.