Unsparing with a despotic father.

Unsparing with a despotic father.

Letter to His Father (Hardcover)

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We all often think of things, suspecting her, but she can not put into words. Kafka's fatal ability all to experience again and again for the first time, clearly to see all relationships, being able to describe millimeter precision to remember everything - it was his greatest skill, but also its greatest obstacle, normally participate in life.

His lyrics are a startling revelation (my) thoughtlessness, my (lack of) their own ability to see things precisely and analyze. The language of Kafka is brutally precise, honest dissecting, never incomprehensible, yet absurd, because we usually do not have the fine ramifications of his perceptions in our cognition.

In parallel, Kafka is able to form long complex sentences that are never incomprehensible. This ability to weave fine, invisible cobwebs and still remain readable, is another characteristic of his language that ceases to amaze me. Franz Kafka wrote this letter in 1919, ie, 4 years before his death. The childhood is the same video of him, every detail, all the sensations sees his eye just as if he were still the little boy whose father soldierly only rewarded him when he emulated the saluting Ideal family this monarch. And that's what he refused.

Kafka's work is characterized by, among other things that do not succeed in ending separation from his family and especially his father. In this respect, this letter is an important element for understanding his life and his books. Elements of which everyone recognizes in its own child-parent relationship and can empathize them far. The depth of the sensations of Kafka, the narrow ankle strap to your own parents is to most of us spared because we can forget.

Kafka's hard drive forgot nothing and could not be solved by so much, for us banal what appears. How much occupied him the Father, expresses this typical sentence of the letter: "Even after years, I suffered from the tormenting idea that the huge man, my father, the last instance, come almost for no reason, and me in the night out of bed could contribute to the Pawlatsche and that I therefore such a nothing for him. " And a few sentences further he expresses what he expects from his despotic father, but had never received, "I would have a little encouragement, a little friendliness, a little keeping open of my path used, instead you verstelltest me him with the good intention of course, that I should take a different approach. "

Dramatic well.