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4.04 AVERAGE
4.04 AVERAGE
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I understand you, Kafka😭
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I cannot rate a letter and some diary excerpts, I’ll just give my thoughts on them.
I love Kafka’s works. The stories of his that I’ve read were deeply surreal, and in that surrealism were metaphors for resounding reality. Now I read his actual reality laid bare, without any metaphors to hide it. It was sad, terribly so. Of course it was.
Kafka begins his letter by telling his father that he loses words when standing in front of him. Then he went on to pick apart their entire lives, and their family’s lives, showing all the ways in which his father affected them. Kafka was a genius, without a doubt. His insight into the absurdity of the world and even greater ability to put it into words is overwhelmingly powerful and endlessly gripping, even in just a letter.
Kafka lived in his terrible world. He was never what his father wanted, his father was never what he needed. He explores their relationship, and in it we see why he wrote the stories he wrote. The constant guilt he felt, how he never felt good enough because he never was good enough for his father, the measure of his world. And how he still loved his father. The absurdity of it all, the contradictions, the struggles- his stories reflect it all.
It was deeply sad, there isn’t much more to say. The translation that I read could have been better, it got hard to understand in the way classics are in the second half of the letter. And I suppose that is to be expected when we are reading a letter that is meant to be between two people, not the public. Read it if you want a peek into Kafka’s life. I admire him boundlessly.
I love Kafka’s works. The stories of his that I’ve read were deeply surreal, and in that surrealism were metaphors for resounding reality. Now I read his actual reality laid bare, without any metaphors to hide it. It was sad, terribly so. Of course it was.
Kafka begins his letter by telling his father that he loses words when standing in front of him. Then he went on to pick apart their entire lives, and their family’s lives, showing all the ways in which his father affected them. Kafka was a genius, without a doubt. His insight into the absurdity of the world and even greater ability to put it into words is overwhelmingly powerful and endlessly gripping, even in just a letter.
Kafka lived in his terrible world. He was never what his father wanted, his father was never what he needed. He explores their relationship, and in it we see why he wrote the stories he wrote. The constant guilt he felt, how he never felt good enough because he never was good enough for his father, the measure of his world. And how he still loved his father. The absurdity of it all, the contradictions, the struggles- his stories reflect it all.
It was deeply sad, there isn’t much more to say. The translation that I read could have been better, it got hard to understand in the way classics are in the second half of the letter. And I suppose that is to be expected when we are reading a letter that is meant to be between two people, not the public. Read it if you want a peek into Kafka’s life. I admire him boundlessly.
emotional
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emotional
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Brief an den Vater zu lesen, fühlt sich etwas verboten an. Ich bezweifle, dass Kafka diesen Brief eigentlich überhaupt jemals jemandem vorlegen vermochte.
Ich glaube, er wünschte dich seinen Kummer auf diesen Seiten von der Seele zu spechen und sich jegliche Schuld abzuweisen - leider vergebens, denn sein Narrativ kann nicht überzeugen :
Franz Kafka, Erstgeborer seiner Eltern des hart erarbeiteten Mittelstandes, fühlt sich von seinem Vater dominiert - dies erklärt er uns auf mehreren Seiten. Er beschreibt ihn als tyrannisch, omnipräsenz in den eigenen Lebensentscheidungen und unterdrückend. Beim genaueren Lesen jedoch, fällt auf, dass Kafka genau diese Qualitäten an seinem Vater irgendwie zu bewundern scheint, sie sich sogar für sich selbst wünscht. Er widerspricht sich mehrfach bzg. der Porträtierung des Vaters und der eigenen Überzeugungen. Gegen Ende gibt er sogar zu, dass die Ansichten des Vaters bzg. seiner Person, überwiegend näher an der Wahrheit liegen, als alle andere Aussage die er selbst inne des Briefes tätigt.
Ich würde diese Lektür jedem empfehlen - wundervoll.
Ich glaube, er wünschte dich seinen Kummer auf diesen Seiten von der Seele zu spechen und sich jegliche Schuld abzuweisen - leider vergebens, denn sein Narrativ kann nicht überzeugen :
"So können die Dinge in Wirklichkeit natürlich nciht aneinanderpassen, wie die Beweise in meinem Brief, das Leben ist mehr als ein Geduldspiel; aber mit der Korrektur, die sich durch diesen Einwurf ergibt, einer Korrektur, die ich im einzelnen weder auführen kann noch will, ist meiner Meinung nach doch etwas der Wahrheit so sehr Angenähertes erreicht, dass es uns beide ein wenig beruhigen und Leben und Sterben leichter maachen kann." (S. 63f)
Franz Kafka, Erstgeborer seiner Eltern des hart erarbeiteten Mittelstandes, fühlt sich von seinem Vater dominiert - dies erklärt er uns auf mehreren Seiten. Er beschreibt ihn als tyrannisch, omnipräsenz in den eigenen Lebensentscheidungen und unterdrückend. Beim genaueren Lesen jedoch, fällt auf, dass Kafka genau diese Qualitäten an seinem Vater irgendwie zu bewundern scheint, sie sich sogar für sich selbst wünscht. Er widerspricht sich mehrfach bzg. der Porträtierung des Vaters und der eigenen Überzeugungen. Gegen Ende gibt er sogar zu, dass die Ansichten des Vaters bzg. seiner Person, überwiegend näher an der Wahrheit liegen, als alle andere Aussage die er selbst inne des Briefes tätigt.
Ich würde diese Lektür jedem empfehlen - wundervoll.
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”بین من و تو جنگ واقعی درنگرفت، من زود به پایان نیروهایم رسیدم؛ آنچه ماند، گریز بود و تلخی و مرارت جدال درونی من.“
احساسی که این کتاب به من طی مطالعهاش داد، ناراحتی و اضطراب بود. انگار جایی قرار دارم که نباید داشته باشم. مکالمهای رو شنیدم که نباید میشنیدم.
من با کافکا همزاد پنداری زیادی میکردم، رابطهی پدر-فرزندی ما شباهتهایی به هم داشت، گرچه تفاوتهای بزرگ و آشکاری هم این وسط بود.
اما چیزی که به من احساس بیقراری و ناراحتی میداد درواقع خود اصل "سرزنش" بود. شاید این از کودکی در وجود من نهادینه شده بود که نباید پدر رو سرزنش کرد. بله، من هم صفحهها نامه ملامتآمیز به پدرم نوشتم اما هیچکدام را حتی نزدیک او نبردم. شاید کافکا هم بعدا از فرستادن این نامه برای پدرش پشیمون شد. شاید مادرش کار درستی کرد که هرگز این نامه رو به پدرش نشون نداد.
احساسی که این کتاب به من طی مطالعهاش داد، ناراحتی و اضطراب بود. انگار جایی قرار دارم که نباید داشته باشم. مکالمهای رو شنیدم که نباید میشنیدم.
من با کافکا همزاد پنداری زیادی میکردم، رابطهی پدر-فرزندی ما شباهتهایی به هم داشت، گرچه تفاوتهای بزرگ و آشکاری هم این وسط بود.
اما چیزی که به من احساس بیقراری و ناراحتی میداد درواقع خود اصل "سرزنش" بود. شاید این از کودکی در وجود من نهادینه شده بود که نباید پدر رو سرزنش کرد. بله، من هم صفحهها نامه ملامتآمیز به پدرم نوشتم اما هیچکدام را حتی نزدیک او نبردم. شاید کافکا هم بعدا از فرستادن این نامه برای پدرش پشیمون شد. شاید مادرش کار درستی کرد که هرگز این نامه رو به پدرش نشون نداد.
Um livro imprescindível. Imprescindível para se perceber a literatura kafkiana e imprescindível pela crueza humana, a sinceridade e a coragem que este livro carrega. Perceber que a obra de um dos maiores escritores de sempre nasce duma educação abusiva, de uma tentativa de algum controlo da sua própria vida e uma réstia de esperança de liberdade, faz-nos pensar sobre o quão influenciamos e somos influenciados pelos outros. Kafka criou muitos fantasmas, teve uma vida trágica. E muito se deveu à imposição de uma educação desastrosa. De um choque violento entre duas personalidades opostas (ele e o pai) que nunca cessou. Levou a vida a tentar encaixar-se nela, e nunca o conseguiu.
Contudo, Kafka admite que o pai não é o único culpado. Kafka podia ter já uma predisposição para o isolamento, a falta de confiança, o sentimento de culpa que lhe corrói as acções, o pouco amor próprio. Mas, com um pai diferente, a história poderia ter sido outra.
Só consigo imaginar, e isto mostra bastante bem como o pai o vê, a reação deste se soubesse o valor que a obra de Kafka tem. E não seria uma boa reação.
Contudo, Kafka admite que o pai não é o único culpado. Kafka podia ter já uma predisposição para o isolamento, a falta de confiança, o sentimento de culpa que lhe corrói as acções, o pouco amor próprio. Mas, com um pai diferente, a história poderia ter sido outra.
Só consigo imaginar, e isto mostra bastante bem como o pai o vê, a reação deste se soubesse o valor que a obra de Kafka tem. E não seria uma boa reação.