kafka. the metamorphosis.
“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.”
I don’t know about you, but the opening line of Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis colours my view of the entire book. Whenever someone asks me to review it or just ‘tell me what you think about it’, it’s the only thing that comes to mind.
I’m not frightened by the beasts, exactly, but I find buggy creatures so grotesque and horrifying, I simply can’t move past this.
I tried again last night and…nope. The visualisation of Gregor as an insect refuses to leave me long enough to allow any sort of real digestion or enjoyment of the creative or thematic elements of the novel.