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3.68 AVERAGE
3.68 AVERAGE
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
mommy issues, daddy issues et sister complex bravo à kafka
mommy issues, daddy issues et sister complex bravo à kafka
dark
mysterious
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Yes
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
reflective
medium-paced
dark
mysterious
sad
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Om att vakna upp och upptäcka att du inte längre är den du brukade vara. Om att inte längre passa in i samhället. Om bräckliga familjeband. Om meningslöshet, och om kackerlackor.
Sorlig satir.
Sorlig satir.
challenging
dark
mysterious
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
emotional
reflective
fast-paced
So, I re-read Metamorphosis and, honestly, it still hits like a truck. A slow, sad truck that doesn’t even honk before it runs you over and leaves you contemplating your entire existence.
Gregor Samsa waking up as a giant bug is probably the least weird thing about this book. The real horror? Realizing your entire sense of self-worth was built around being useful to other people, and the second you can’t provide anymore, they move on—quickly. His family goes from “Oh no, Gregor, are you okay?” to “Ugh, this bug is ruining our vibe” at record speed. And Gregor? He’s not even mad. He just internalizes it, spiraling into guilt, as if it’s his fault for being a burden. Like, sir, you literally turned into a bug overnight. That is NOT on you.
What really gets me is how much Gregor ties his entire identity to work. The dude wakes up as an insect and his first thought isn’t “What the hell happened?”—it’s “Oh no, I’m gonna be late to my terrible job.” And the worst part? I get it. Because when your self-worth is wrapped up in what you can do rather than who you are, losing that function feels like losing yourself. He’s no longer “Gregor, the provider,” he’s just…there. Taking up space. And once he’s no longer useful, his family just… lets him rot.
It’s dark. It’s depressing. But it’s also absurdly funny in that this-shouldn’t-be-funny-but-it-is kind of way. Gregor’s whole situation is tragic, but also painfully relatable if you’ve ever felt like a walking responsibility rather than a person. And Kafka just gets that specific kind of existential dread—the one where you realize your worth shouldn’t be measured by productivity, but you still can’t shake the feeling that it is.
So yeah, Metamorphosis is still an all-time classic, still makes me sad, still makes me laugh at how sad it makes me, and still makes me want to lay on the floor and contemplate my place in the universe. 10/10, would spiral again.
Gregor Samsa waking up as a giant bug is probably the least weird thing about this book. The real horror? Realizing your entire sense of self-worth was built around being useful to other people, and the second you can’t provide anymore, they move on—quickly. His family goes from “Oh no, Gregor, are you okay?” to “Ugh, this bug is ruining our vibe” at record speed. And Gregor? He’s not even mad. He just internalizes it, spiraling into guilt, as if it’s his fault for being a burden. Like, sir, you literally turned into a bug overnight. That is NOT on you.
What really gets me is how much Gregor ties his entire identity to work. The dude wakes up as an insect and his first thought isn’t “What the hell happened?”—it’s “Oh no, I’m gonna be late to my terrible job.” And the worst part? I get it. Because when your self-worth is wrapped up in what you can do rather than who you are, losing that function feels like losing yourself. He’s no longer “Gregor, the provider,” he’s just…there. Taking up space. And once he’s no longer useful, his family just… lets him rot.
It’s dark. It’s depressing. But it’s also absurdly funny in that this-shouldn’t-be-funny-but-it-is kind of way. Gregor’s whole situation is tragic, but also painfully relatable if you’ve ever felt like a walking responsibility rather than a person. And Kafka just gets that specific kind of existential dread—the one where you realize your worth shouldn’t be measured by productivity, but you still can’t shake the feeling that it is.
So yeah, Metamorphosis is still an all-time classic, still makes me sad, still makes me laugh at how sad it makes me, and still makes me want to lay on the floor and contemplate my place in the universe. 10/10, would spiral again.