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“Rather like "Orwellian", the term "Kafkaesque" has come to be used, often enough by those who have not read a word of Kafka, to describe what are perceived as typically or even uniquely modern traumas: existential alienation, isolation and insecurity, the labyrinth of state bureaucracy, the corrupt or whimsical abuse of totalitarian power, the impenetrable tangle of legal systems, the knock on the door in the middle of the night….”

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Book:The Metamorphosis and Other Stories
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The Metamorphosis and Other Stories

This compilation includes Franz Kafka's renowned novella 'The Metamorphosis,' which delves into the psychological and existential struggles of Gregor Samsa. The volume also encompasses a selection of Kafka's other short stories, each examining the complexities of human experience and the absurdities of modern life. more

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