Looks like women are making the painful discovery that Kafka was in fact a depraved neurotic weirdo and not a soft tender gentleman with a pure heart because they read his love letters instead of his fiction
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>a depraved neurotic weirdo and not a soft tender gentleman with a pure heart
most don't realize that he's actually both
Beautiful
Women cannot comprehend this. Nobody can, really.
Just like me fr fr no cap
Exactly, Bukowski was depraved, but you don’t write the best of his work without having a soft side. People can be so boring these days. They want their coffee without their caffeine. But, people who write dark things tend to have skeletons in their closet. The age of finding “problematic” things about people has made sure that someone can’t have a single bad thing about themselves to express their frustration with consciously or unconsciously in art.
No man is Christ
Those who think they are good rarely know good
While ironically
Those who are acquainted with their own evil and know it well
Are able to understand a glimpse of what good really means
Yeah, a supreme gentleman.
I've heard of this all twice now. are there really women who go about, gushing over Kafka?
yep. it really overlaps; his neuroticism and his romance is intertwined. I found parts of The Trial to be both arousing and anxious. the quintessential confusion boner. not what I expected.
>are there really women who go about, gushing over Kafka?
Yeh. Booktok/Bookgram and the last remnants of Tumblr read his love letter collections and thought he was some kind of overly senstive romantic who needed looking after. There's also a stupid story circulating around the internet about Kafka writing letters to a little girl pretending to be the doll she lost. this may also have something to do with women.
Women can only think in binary terms.
THIS! SO MUCH THIS!
I AM AN AUTISTIC SUBHUMAN WHO JERKS OFF TO WEIRD SHIT
BUT I DIDNT CHOOSE THIS LIFE
IT IS A COPE FOR FAILING TO CONQUER THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
I AM DOOMED
DOOMED I TELL YOU
AND ON THE WAY I TAKE ANY DEPRAVED FANTASY I CAN GET BECAUSE THAT IS ALL I HAVE LEFT
Thread about a tweet reacting to a tweet. A new low for IQfy
It's worth talking about. Women have utterly conquered most literary readership and publishing houses but have no understanding of what the frick they're even reading
nah
You live in a poorly-run gynocracy, moron.
A lot of girls consider Kafka writing to Milena, as the most romantic pieces of writing ever written. Calm your inceledom
>This
Talking to women about books is largely insufferable. A girl was giving me a review about Perfume: Story of a Murderer and she said: 'The title doesn't make sense as he's only murdered one person so far.'
Although not just women, the average person in general lacks the ability to grasp basic themes
correct, our Molech Internet eats everything
God forbid a man have insecurities
I hate women so much it's unreal
>So, there's this guy, right? Name's Jeff. No last name 'cause he's like that enigma wrapped in a conundrum, packed to the brim with disdain for the fairer sex. His hatred for women? XXL-sized, spilling over like my ex's ass outta her yoga pants. But not 'cause they dumped him or some After School Special crap—nah, his gripes are as unreal as the plot of a hentai where the pizza guy actually only delivers pizza.
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>Every morning, Jeff would wake to the same old song and dance: c**tastrophy. The neighbor with her screechy "Hi, Jeff!", his boss and her omnipresent b***hy "Deadline, Jeff!", even the barista with her sickly-sweet, "The usual, Jeff?" BS. It was like being balls deep in irony—these chicks made him wanna skip to another dimension.
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>And damn if he didn't just do that. Swirling his Jack'n'Coke, muttering darkly about quantum frickery, he leaned too hard on his reality and—whoops—slipped right through the c**t-veil into unreality.
>
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>And there I was, stuck in a dank corner of my own piss-poor psyche, the kind of place where you expect to see your life flash before you like a shitty B-roll—only it ain't your life, it's just all the times you thought you had the upper hand but really, the joke was on you.
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>I light a cigarette with the kind of nonchalance you could cut with a goddamn butter knife and take a long, hard drag. The smoke curls up like a sly middle finger to all that ever irked me. Around me stretches the abyss of my own making, a bar that's more purgatory than party, lit by the ghostly glow of neon signs—'No Exit', 'This Way to Hell'. Cue the cackling laugh track.
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>"Look at this sorry sack of shit," I mutter to no one in particular, watching my reflection sneer back at me from behind the bottle-strewn bar's mirror. The bartender – a figment of my imagination with too many piercings and an eyebrow raised in perpetual judgment – just smirks and slides me another drink. "On the house," he sneers, his voice oozing sarcasm like a festering wound.
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>In unreality, your demons don't just lurk in the shadows, they serve you fricking drinks. I knock back the shot, feeling the burn right through to my last shred of dignity. It tastes like spite with an aftertaste of self-loathing. "Cheers," I raise my glass to the void, "to Jeff and his magnificent descent into insanity."
nice
It started off interesting, but ultimately was a waste of time to read and didn't say anything of any value
The dude had many mental struggles. Mix that with a natural talent and you have an interesting artist. These people want nothing but npcs writing sterile shit.
he's literally me fr
*refutes u*
>I hate Franz Kafka physically, I dislike that kind of man. He has the Chaplin Disease; that particular combination of arrogance and timidity sets my teeth on edge. Like all people with timid personalities his arrogance is unlimited. Anybody who speaks quietly and shrivels up in company is unbelievably arrogant. He acts shy, but he loves himself; a very tense situation. It's people like me who have to carry on and pretend to be modest. To me, it's the most embarrassing thing in the world - a man who presents himself at his worst to get laughs, in order to free himself from his hang-ups. Every thing he does on the screen is therapeutic.
Good artists can be boring, but the have to be so boring it loops back around to being strange.
It is a stretch to say that The Metamorphosis could be in part about his feelings of being awkward with women?
>AAAAAAAAAA I'M A BUG FOR NO REASON
tbqh I never really understood it on any level
it's about being an economic burden to your parents due to your desire to write fiction
I understand completely now.
So he was literally me after all
Every single man pre-WW1 was a regular brothel & prostitute consumer, it was how you had sex prior to marriage. After WW1 women loosened up and it was easier to date women and have pre-marital sex, and so the need for prostitution and enormous armies of the night in every European city waned. Any 19th century lit will feature copius amounts of prostitution as a division between the girls of the street and the women who had marriages arranged or suitors call.
See The World of Yesterday by Stefen Zweig for the history of it.
>Zweig was born in Vienna, the son of Ida Brettauer (1854–1938), a daughter of a israeli banking family, and Moritz Zweig (1845–1926), a wealthy israeli textile manufacturer.[4]
I smelled israeli bullshit, and I was right.
Read any late 19th century French work. Prostitution was ubiquitous in every European city, it was how single men (and a decent portion of married men) had sex, and huge armies of women lived and worked as prostitutes. Go back further and read Thomas Aquinas defence of prostitution as a necessary civic good if you need to understand how pre-contemporary societies satisfied their sexual needs:
>Relying on the well-known passage from Augustine's De ordine, Aquinas advocates tolerance of prostitution by noting: "Accordingly in human government also, those who are in authority rightly tolerate certain evils, lest certain goods be lost, or certain evils be incurred: thus Augustine says [De ordine 2.4]: 'If you do away with harlots, the world will be convulsed with lust.'" If these social practices were to be suppressed, the public reaction might be such as to threaten the peace of society.
>French
>Italians
I'm talking about White men.
Okay read Mandeville or John Wilmot then:
I rise at eleven, I dine about two,
I get drunk before seven; and the next thing I do,
I send for my prostitute, when for fear of a clap,
I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap.
Then we quarrel and scold, 'till I fall fast asleep,
When the b***h, growing bold, to my pocket does creep;
Then slyly she leaves me, and, to revenge the affront,
At once she bereaves me of money and c**t.
If by chance then I wake, hot-headed and drunk,
What a coil do I make for the loss of my punk!
I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage,
And missing my prostitute, I bugger my page.
Then, crop-sick all morning, I rail at my men,
And in bed I lie yawning 'till eleven again.
>check out these literally who's who totally embody the average white man throughout history
Manderville
>Dutch
John Wilmot
>John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester (1 April 1647 – 26 July 1680) was an English poet and courtier of King Charles II's Restoration court, who reacted against the "spiritual authoritarianism" of the Puritan era.[3] Rochester embodied this new era, and he became as well known for his rakish lifestyle as for his poetry, although the two were often interlinked.[3] He died as a result of a sexually transmitted infection at the age of 33.
Stop trying to pervert the past, you filthy heeb.
Delusional. No more time wasted on you.
I accept your full and unconditional surrender.
How much cope does it take to convince yourself prostitutes didn't exist in a) cities, and b) Christian societies? You'd have to know nothing about either, and be without any substantial life experience or education.
You aren't a good person, and Jesus was a rabbi.
>Thomas Aquinas defence of prostitution as a necessary civic good
Based fatty
>moronic /misc/tard doesn't even know who Stefan Zweig is
Why are you on a literature board?
I’ve been wanting to read this but everything I’ve heard about Zweig puts me off. He was such an unbelievable homosexual it’s
His non-fiction is good. He just name drops to the point of obsequiousness, but in a work like this where the purpose of the book is to give the highlights of European life over a half a century it works because you get to meet everyone interesting during the period. His biography of Fouche is very good too. The criticism mainly relates to his fiction.
He was a neurotic. But it reflects well on the work because for him it truly was an apocalypse of pre-WW1 cosmopolitan Europe, and once he commited the lost world to the eternity of the written word he felt free to leave the world. If he'd waited just a few more months Stalingrad and America's entry into the war were just around the corner, bit of a stupid suicide with the 20/20 hindsight vision of history.
This homie is also the israelite who said Brazil is the country of the future
Then he and his wife sudoku in Rio
So... take him with a grain of salt
>Brazil is the country of the future
If the israelites have their way, it will be.
Well yeah in a twisted way he was right but his book with that title is about Brazils ascencion not really the brazilification of the world
Plans change.
A lot of pre ww1 lit is all about how village girls were these huge bawds who fricked around with the village boys all the time. Only the middle class and up had to resort to prostitution. Lower classes only dabbled in it occasionally when the girls in their own community were too busy entertaining other boys. Read Zola instead. I'd argue that during and after ww1 such parlors became even more prominent than they were before actually.
My guy was clearly insecure if he went for this 4/10.
I bet she fricks like a heavyweight boxing champ
Isn't his whole thing being a weirdo?
>he seemed so self assured and socially integrated based on that story about being an insect monster
Yeah. They probably thought that he was just a shy guy like those boring characters from their YA crap.
Every male writer of merit has looked down on women
Name one who hasn't
Visiting the temple of venus once or twice a week to discharge your orisons is hardly "looking down".
looking down at the tops of their heads while they work
True
Visiting prostitutes is super woman-respecting behavior
I bet he thought those prostitutes were potential great writers like him
I respect women 2-3 times a week myself.
My point is that Kafka, just like every other male writer of note throughout history, absolutely did not see women as equals when it came to his craft
Some of them are nice as long as you dont get the moronic idea that you will make them change
James Joyce
Homosexuals who aren't total homosexuals generally despise women mate
>Homosexuals who aren't total homosexuals
What
Wait til they find out about Oscar Wilde taking all those 13-15 year old bussy’s to pound town
Starting an OP with a twitter screencap should be a bannable offence
Only a small number of foids will actually hold that against him. The rest will double down and find increasingly more abstract reasons to justify their fanfare.
about fricking time these stupid b***hes leave my favorite writer alone.
>Dr James Hawes, his latest biographer, has told us that it is not common-or-garden porn. "Some of it is quite dark, with animals committing fellatio and girl-on-girl action"
>Kafka kept his pornography under lock and key in a safe on his bookshelf
someone needs to get these prostitutes to know about his bestiality porn.
I super like that he was into pornography along with his other weird personality kinks. this is not something these hoes can shrug off their shoulders like his prostitute visiting by saying "ugh men being men".
>Kafka might've seen one of the infamous woman and donkey shows
damn
this trend of lefties going back to find problematic things about people who were born over a 100 years ago is deeply pathetic. Why are these people so insufferable holy shit
if only he were a high end exec in hollywood
>great writer does something I don't like
>I am therefore unable to enjoy his works
why are women?
He was a sensitive young man
Damn, I thought he was "literally me".
But I not tortured and afraid to go to brothel. Like what I'm going to do there? Catch aid or catch herpes? Better just to wank it off