Tag Archives: Kafka

The Door

by cheri sabraw Most of us take doors for granted, like we do our feet and teeth. Only when a door is unhinged does the privacy it creates become appreciated. Surely, the door is a fine literary symbol used in … Continue reading

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Franz Kafka and Me

by Mrs. Sabraw Sometimes, when you are sure that your experience is unique, it helps to read the classics. My students used to moan and roll their youthful eyes, eyes full of whim and mischief, whenever they saw a stack … Continue reading

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This blogpost is so surreal.

Last night I read The Country Doctor by Franz Kafka. Reading a Kafka story is as if you are entering a strange circus tent, one where the bizarre seems perfectly normal. Instead of being horrified, you clap with approval and … Continue reading

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