As Promised – Kafka Mini Reviews

Just finished reading the last short story in the collection, and I am ready to write the mini reviews I promised you ages ago. 🙂

The last story I reviewed was The Stoker so I begin this with In The Penal Colony.

This short story, In The Penal Colony, was written in 1914 and published in 1919.  It is described as a parable.  I agree with this.  It’s describes a torture device that is actually put to use.  The description of that scene is pretty graphic and if you don’t like blood, you won’t want to read it.  It’s not scary, not by a long shot, just puts too much emphasis(in my opinion) on the bloody nature of the device.  It’s also one of his longer stories.

A Country Doctor is next.  It was written in 1916 and published in 1919.  This story must have been one of his “dream logic” stories because it was quite confusing.  Either that or the doctor, while freezing to death waiting for a horse to take him on a house call, loses his mind; said mind going on one last house call that made very little sense.  Read it if you like, but I saw nothing to recommend it except Kafka’s emotive writing.  His use of words to convey surrealism on the verge of horror is fantastic.

An Old Leaf was published in 1919 with no mention of what year it was written – most likely 1916 along with A Country Doctor.  Not sure what this story was trying to say but at least it wasn’t that long.

A Hunger Artist, written in 1921 and published in 1924.  This short story is about an actual hunger artist who can’t seem to come to terms with how society viewed his idea of “art”.  People used to flock around people who were actual hunger artists but only because of the morbidity and oddity of these “performers”.  I found it interesting from a historic perspective.  I wouldn’t have considered these performances as being art.

Josephine, the Singer, or The Mouse People was also written in 1921 and published in 1924.  It’s a longer story, but it also deals with an artist who can’t come to grips with the way her society actually views her “art”.  I found this story to be boring.  I won’t lie since that would be a disservice to you, the readers of this review.  Read it for yourselves as you may get more out of it than I did.

The last story in the collection is actually part of a larger novel.  Before the Law, written in 1914 and published in 1919, is part of his completed novel The Trial which was published posthumously in 1925.  Before the Law is very short and doesn’t make any sense at all to me.  It might to you.  Personally, I think I’d rather read The Trial as context might help it make sense to me.

And thus ends my mini reviews of the remaining short stories of Franz Kafka.  As always,  I urge you readers to read this body of work for yourselves because only then can you truly know how you feel about them – know completely what you have brought away from reading them.  I am no expert on anything and thus, you have no need to take my word for anything in regards to this body of work or any other.  Don’t take my word, or anyone else’s for that matter – find out for yourself!

See you on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver!

Well, okay…

Just met a woman from Champagne, Illinois who is here getting medical treatment at a local hospital.  She was very nice and kept repeating my name – she said she’d had a head injury but didn’t say how long ago.  I wasn’t bothered by it, I meet a lot of people who are just as bad at names as I am.

What got me was this woman who has only just met me, starts asking me about my religious affiliation.  She asks “So are you a Christian? Are you a Catholic?Are you a Muslim?”  I’m not sure what other religion she mentioned after that except that she was focusing on mainstream religions because I was thrown by her asking if I was a Christian or if I was Catholic.  Since when are Catholics not considered Christians??

Not only is she standing well inside my personal space, but she’s asking questions about something I don’t discuss with complete strangers, not on purpose anyway.  So with her smiling at me from less than two feet away and clearly expecting an answer, I tell her I’m non-traditional.  The smile wavers just a tiny bit and then, she ends the conversation, heading off to the store.  I went on my own way with a little smile of my own.

Tell anyone with a religious bent looking for converts that you’re non-traditional, and they don’t know how to react.  They are especially thrown when you don’t choose to elaborate, and they don’t want to offend by throwing out the name of any of the many pagan religions being practiced today – just in case you aren’t a member of one of them.

I get a chuckle out of it, and I get left alone.  I consider asking me what religion I practice when you first meet me to be quite rude and intrusive.  Religion is a personal thing to my way of thinking, and you don’t ask strangers personal questions like that.

Just thought I’d share that with you – take it any way you like. 🙂

See you on the flipside and don’t forget your towel and sonic screwdriver – Spring is on it’s way!