I would have never thought I would have
actually thoroughly enjoyed a book by Kafka. Extracts from his Metamorphosis were just too absurd and
paranoid for me.
Yet, I loved reading The Trial, probably because Josef K. Seems to take everything well
(I wouldn’t exactly say light-heartedly, but at least he seems to remain optimistic
for most of the novel). Despite its theme and its ending, the novel is really
not as grim as I expected it to be. Pleasantly surprised, I read this book in a
quiet evening. And by the end of it, much to my delighted surprise, I didn’t
even feel like a cockroach.
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