The Deep Heart of Franz Kafka

By: Deepak Gupta

Narrated by: Virtual Voice

Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your soul according to fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. - Franz Kafka.

Franz Kafka wrote, I am free that is why I'm lost. Assume, you wake up and the entire world is against you. You want to follow yourself but the people are dominant on you to do what they want. We don't feel chains until we move. Franz Kafka was not a body to be defined but a soul and heart to be felt. When you zoom out on his life, you will find only a miserable life and a soul that was stubborn to his writings and events and nothing else, and you may feel he was perpetually afraid of social life, friends and even his own marriage and resulting, Kafka never married his entire life and had no children. He was a personality who blamed himself more than other people. Even his own father Hermann Kafka was against his writing profession and in that dominance, he carried out that long exhausting job of an insurance clerk for too long, examining dead bodies and even after he created enough time for writing and crafted the eternal masterpieces like The Trail and Metamorphosis even though he told his literary editor and best friend Max Brod to burn all his scripts unread after his death but fortunately he didn't.

Kafkaesque; the surrealism of Kafka is widely popular in the entire world. It’s a state of strange, confusing, oppressing and nightmarish situation like what Kafka felt in his entire life. His novels are a depiction of surrealism and his state represents where people feel powerless against big & impersonal forces. When people see Kafka as a human, we see him as a heart and soul. He tried to transform his entire soul into the expression of changing the entire world. As he was unable to transform the world around him, he chose to change something inside his soul that eternally transformed him. The Deep Heart of Franz Kafka Book focuses on how Kafka saw his world and lived a strange yet deep love even being unloved.

I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough but like a dead man. - Franz Kafka.