The Curse of Kafka

Andrea Bajani
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What is the point of saving such “even” artistically misbegotten works? Because one hopes that these fragments will somehow combine to form from my whole, some court of appeals upon whose breast I shall be able to throw myself when I am in need?

—Franz Kafka to Max Brod
[Prague, end of December 1917]

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