So apparently, Franz Kafka liked porn. So much so that he wrote a bunch of it.
Personally, I think it’s hilarious. Mostly because I never really got into Kafka, his writing always seemed unnecessarily cerebral to me. I “got” The Trial but beyond that, found much more enjoyable and enlightening reading in other places. Maybe it’s just me though. I’d like to think not though and that I’m not the only literary person out there who actually ISN’T a Kafka fan. The Castle is just stupid.
However, the realizations of humanity that people make about their favorite authors/artists/musicians are generally interesting. When I read the somewhat shocking story in Vanity Fair about Arthur Miller’s forgotten son, sent away because he was born with Down’s Syndrome, it was a shock. I can understand how some might be terribly thrown by this display of sexuality from Kafka, but like when I read the Miller story, it was a shock that in a way helped me understand the author and playwright even more. I’d hope that people would come away from this relating to Kafka even more, rather than feeling somehow betrayed by their favorite writer.
Though why the hell anyone would have Kafka as a favorite writer is beyond me. Unless you’re hipster scum, that is.
Thanks to Gawker for this.