While reading The Metamorphosis many passages of my visit to Prague came back to my mind. Specially those ones related to the places where Kafka used to live and work. I remember that the tourist guide told us about Kafka’s sister taking care of him while he was sick and also how unhappy he was with his job as an office worker. That made me think that Kafka was reflecting himself in his novel, showing pieces of his family life. That made me feel a bit concerned about this reflection of his life is that he must have felt terribly sophocated and stressed out as for him to depict himself as a giagiant insect.
If my appreciation is correct I also wonder, what would he think if he had the chance to see how much his work has influenced literature throughout the years…? Would he be happy?
I recently read The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka and ever since I finished it I have been thinking about it over and over. The story begins when Gregor wakes up and discovers that he’s being transformed into an insect, which I’ve pictured in my head as a huge cockroach. While he’s still trying to understand what has happened to him and is trying to see how he can move around with his new body, his family come along to see why he hasn’t gone to work. After a little while he manages to open the door and they can’t believe what has happened to him.
As time passed by, the family go from repulsion to apparent acceptance. But as Gregor starts getting used to his new reality he tries to bother his familly as little as possible, because he realizes that for them it’s a disgusting situation.
The most amazing thing is that during all this time, despite his instect-body, Gregor keeps his own personality and his human mind. That made me think that he must have felt himself as a foreigner within his own body. That’s really sad!
Saint Valentine’s day is around the corner and the mood is set for romantic stories. When I’m feeling like reading something really sweet, my favorites books are P.S. I love you by Cecilia Ahern, The Choice and The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks and the Blossom street series by Debbie Macomber. All of them have taken my breath away, because they talk about that kind of love that goes beyond sickness and dead, showing how life may go on without the love ones, but the feeling toward them always remain deep inside us.
In the same romantic path, but much more oriented to everyday life, Love in the times of colera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez talks about the love of a man for a woman that remains alive through the years depite the distance between the two of them and new people coming along to their lives.
Another two romantic novels I like a lot are Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen because both of them have a good mix of suffering, reflection and happy endings.
Some years ago, The rule of four by Ian Caldwell and Dustin Thomason came into my hands. Back then I had just read a couple of fast-paced suspense novels, and some how I had the feling that I wasn’t getting the same excitment from the new book. Even though I carried on with the reading.
At that time I was travelling around the UK and I took the book everywhere I went. I still picture myself going through the pages while seated on a bench at a station waiting for my connecting train.
After some weeks I finished the novel, but the feeling that I was missing something remained. Then, the unexpected happened! Ever since I put down the book vivid images of its passages kept on coming back to my mind, once and again. It was hard for me to understand why that was happening, specially because the memories kept on coming back after many years had passed.
So, last month I came across with this book again and I just couldn’t help myself, I started to read it again and I have to say that I’m quite enjoying it a lot. It’s funny, isn’t it?