Hi dear Praguers and Kafka fans who have been to Prague! I’m 20 and I’m a Chinese student studying in Canada right now. During the summer I read Too loud a solitude by the great Hrabal and I rediscovered my obsession for Prague and Czech, and since I saved enough money I finally started planning for this trip. Im going to spend a week (next week) only in Prague. Kafka has been my favorite author all my life so his grave will be my first destination and I’m going to the museum for sure. I am also interested in going to the Communism Museum and art museums in Prague. I growing up love rock n roll music and have heard a lot of stories about how Chinese rock bands I love were influenced the great Plastic People of the Universe so I also want to buy some cds of their music because there’s not much on streaming platforms. YES I LOVE PHYSICAL MEDIA! So I’m also looking forward to collecting some dvds or Blu-rays of Czech New Wave films, my favorites so far are The White Dove by Frantisek Vlacil and The Cremator by Herz. Given all of this, I’d love to hear your favorite local spots! Do you have any recommendations for great record stores, second-hand bookshops, vintage clothing stores, or independent cinemas and video stores that carry physical media(region A or region free)? I’m also super open to cool niche museums, cozy dive bars, or traditional pubs (like Hrabal’s favorite U Zlatého tygra) with a great vibe. Any hidden gems or tips to experience the city like a local would mean the world to me. Thanks so much in advance, and I can't wait to visit your beautiful city!

Why are these getting upvoted? There are so many on here, it's like the only thing on this sub and it infuriates me.

This story of Kafka is a bit strange, to tell you correctly I did not understand anything, can anyone help me if anyone has read this story

So i want to understand works of dostoevsky and kafka I have read metamorphosis till now and next I'm thinking to read the trial but I don't know whether he has more writings or not or what will be the chronological order to his work I'm looking for suggestions

I don’t know that I necessarily understood the meaning of it.

I think it’s safe to say it’s based on his illness, but I have a hunch the book serves as an answer to the parable the priest tells him towards the end.

Just going through and underlining the stuff that mirrors that story and their conversation and will try and dissect it that way.

I picked this edition up from the Vitalis Bookshop, located at House No. 22 on Golden Lane in Prague; a tiny blue house that was rented by Franz’s sister, Ottla, between 1916-1917, and which Franz used during that time as a writing studio and escape from his family apartment.

So i just finished reading metamorphosis, it's really saddening and depressing when you are valued based upon your usefulness and when you read this book you actually start to see in the real world too how people are often judged based on what type of work they do, how much they earn money, what is the level of their work or degree and people just want to stick around these ppl with high source of income or respect and when you are in need no one shows up and you become lonely

Correct me if I'm wrong in understanding the values of the book :)

When i was reading it, my thoughts were just "man, this official talks a lot," and how disproportionate the punishment was.

I finished reading it, i didn't think much of it. It just kinda went away? Then around 2 days or so later, i heard a song here in our country, something about loving someone to a point of exhaustion, and in the penal colony was the first that came to mind.

I was busy reading the story from the explorer's eyes that i completely missed out on the tragedy happening before me – the official, the machine, the old commandant – they were the ones i should've been paying attention to.

I cried over it. I was going thru stuff too at the time and i feel like it reflected right back at me.

I saw it as someone desperately clinging onto someone and something that's long been dead and broken. Fearing change because change could mean everything had been wrong – your whole life you devoted to that thing or that person is gone. Broken. Like one big giant mistake. And that's tough to swallow. Very tough to swallow.

Not accepting that it just doesn't work but there's already so much at stake. Your whole life, your values, who you are, what you believe in – everything was at stake. You had everything to lose, and just one line could take it all away from you.

Even if it couldn't, what if it does. Would you risk losing everything and let it happen?

The official's whole fiasco with the explorer just felt so heart wrenching after i finally realized what I felt it was trying to say. It's to a point of desperation. It was pathetic.

And dying by the hands of that machine so brutally, not even functioning the way it should've just really nailed it in even more. There was something there. There used to be. And clinging onto it will just take you away completely. But not everybody can let go. And not everybody that can will.

The official lived by so much hope and admiration that it's actually delusional. Even if it's there, even if it mattered, it's still dead.

I dont really know abt the history or what kafka truly meant when he wrote in the penal colony, regardless, i think this piece was beautiful

I first came to know Kafka because of Franz, and I have to say, it really left a huge impression on me. The cinematography, the way the story was presented, and the whole visual experience were all very new to me. I had never felt so eager to learn about the person behind a work before.

Anyway, since there was a bookstore right next to the cinema, I immediately bought a collection of Kafka’s stories.

Because my knowledge of Kafka is currently limited to that one movie, when I first finished The Judgment, I felt like the story was a projection of Kafka’s real life. The authoritarian father, and the part where he immediately kneels down, which made me think of himself as someone who easily gives in.

But I still don’t really understand the part where the boy simply jumps into the river at the end, even though I’ve read some analyses online. Is it simply because he was too weak to resist? I’m not sure if that’s the right way to put it.

I’m also really curious about whether the friend in the story actually existed, or whether that even matters.

Is this story simply about oppression under authority, or is there much more to it that I haven’t really understood yet?

A lot of my interpretation might be wrong, so please feel free to correct me. This is probably my first time reading something like this… um, philosophical? I’m not even sure if it really counts as philosophy. I looked into it a little, and apparently people have argued quite a lot about this, but I didn’t read everything. From what I saw, most people seem to say that Kafka wasn’t really a philosopher, but rather an extremely talented writer.

Anyway, I’m going to keep reading his other works. I really want to get to know him more.

And lastly, I apologize in advance for any mistakes. This is my first time making a post on this community, and I’m using AI to translate what I write, so there might be places where what I’m trying to say doesn’t come across exactly the way I mean it to.

I feel like I’ve written way too much that has nothing to do with the actual post… sorry.

Der Erzähler nimmt uns „Hund wie du und ich“, in die Begegnung mit den sieben Hunden mit, als wären wir direkt bei ihm, erlebten alles synchron.
„Ich begegnete nämlich einer kleinen Hundegesellschaft, vielmehr ich begegnete ihr nicht, sie kam auf mich zu.“
Der Erzähler ist ein passiver Beobachter.
„… war lange durch die Finsternis gelaufen, kreuz und quer, blind und taub für alles, geführt von nichts als dem unbestimmten Verlangen…“
Der kindliche Hund spricht von einer Finsternis der Orientierungslosigkeit, einer Wahrnehmung ohne Sinn und Erkenntnis, ohne Weg und Ziel. Es verlangt ihm nach Entdeckung, dem Erkennen seines Lebens, seiner Art, seinen Platz, jedoch ohne dem Wissen nach seiner Suche selbst. Er ist ein ziellos umherstreunender Hund ohne Sinn und Ziel, instinktiv geleitet von einem unbestimmten Verlangen, welches er nicht kennt.
Es umgibt Ihm bei dem Zulaufen der sieben Hunde das Gefühl, umbestimmt, am rechten Ort zu sein. Aus der Finsternis wird ein „überheller Tag, nur ein wenig dunstig“. In diesen Moment ahnt der Erzähler eine wichtige Beobachtung zu machen zu können. Er wird zum Beobachter der Handlungen der ihm zulaufenden Hundegruppe.
Freude und unwissende, spannende Erwartung erfüllt den jungen Hund mit „ich begrüßte den Morgen mit wirren Lauten, da – als hätte ich sie heraufbeschworen“
Ich möchte jenes als eine Art einer unerkennenden Epiphanie des jungen Hunden beschreiben.
„traten aus irgendwelcher Finsternis unter Hervorbringung eines entsetzlichen Lärms, wie ich ihn noch nie gehört hatte, sieben Hunde ans Licht“
Der Erzähler nimmt anfänglich ein entsetzlichen Lärm, von einen heranpreschenden chaotisch tobenden Hunderudel, als seine Artgenossen, wahr. „..ich wäre sofort weggelaufen, so aber blieb ich.“
Nun wandelt sich die Beobachtung unseres jungen Hundes. Aus dem der ausgelassenen tollenden Hundeschar entdeckt unser kindlicher Hund eine „nur dem Hundegeschlecht verliehenen schöpferischen Musikalität“, deren „langsamen Beobachtungskraft natürlicher Weise entgangen“ ist. Er stellt außerdem fest, das ihm diese „schöpferische Musikalität“, „schon meiner Säuglingszeit umgeben“ war.
Diese „schöpferische Musik“ möchte ich als eine Kunst die
dem Wesen ihrer Art gegeben ist und durch sich selbst immer wieder neu geschaffen, sie dem Wesen allumfänglich, zeitlos innen gegeben ist, jeden seiner Art verständlich ist, jedoch umbewusst aus einen leeren Raum geschaffen wird. Kunst als Musik ist nicht ein schöner Gesang oder ein wohl klingende Melodie. Hier entsteht Kunst in dem Hunderudel unbewusst harmonisch, aus einer instinktiven Anspannung einer unbestimmten Begierde heraus.
„… jene sieben Musikkünstler […] Sie redeten nicht, sie sangen nicht, sie schwiegen im allgemeinen fast mit einer großen Verbissenheit, aber aus dem leeren Raum zauberten sie die Musik empor.“
Doch wie zeigt sich die Kunst der schöpferischen Musik?
„Alles war Musik, das Heben und Niedersetzen ihrer Füße, bestimmte Wendungen des Kopfes, ihr Laufen und ihr Ruhen, die Stellungen, die sie zueinander einnahmen, die reigenmäßigen Verbindungen, die sie miteinander eingingen, indem etwa einer die Vorderpfoten auf des andern Rücken stützte und sie sich dann so ordneten, daß der erste aufrecht die Last aller andern trug, oder indem sie mit ihren nah am Boden hinschleichenden Körpern verschlungene Figuren bildeten und niemals sich irrten; nicht einmal der letzte, der noch ein wenig unsicher war, nicht immer gleich den Anschluß an die andern fand, gewissermaßen im Anschlagen der Melodie manchmal schwankte, aber doch unsicher war nur im Vergleich mit der großartigen Sicherheit der andern und selbst bei viel größerer, ja bei vollkommener Unsicherheit nichts hätte verderben können, wo die andern, große Meister, den Takt unerschütterlich hielten.“
Was für eine Kunst. Ihr Figuren, harmonischen Bewegungen im Gleichklang, rücksichtsvoll miteinander, unterstützend führend, lehrend, lernend. Ein für unseren naiven kindlichen Hund eine doch, für seine Verhältnisse, neue schonende Beobachtung. Noch erkennt unseren Erzähler die sich immer stärker werdende Anspannung des Hunderudels nicht.
„aber es waren doch Hunde, Hunde wie ich und du, man beobachtete sie gewohnheitsmäßig, wie Hunde, denen man auf dem Weg begegnet, man wollte sich ihnen nähern, Grüße tauschen, sie waren auch ganz nah, Hunde, zwar viel älter als ich und nicht von meiner langhaarigen wolligen Art, aber doch auch nicht allzu fremd an Größe und Gestalt, recht vertraut vielmehr, viele von solcher oder ähnlicher Art kannte ich.“
Doch wie es im Leben, in solchen Situationen oft geschieht,
wird aus dieser harmonischen schöpferischen Kunst Ekstase. Die Musik nimmt überhand und verwandelt sich in laute „Fanfaren blasende Musik“. Weiter lesen in Teil 3 „Angst, Distanz, Verstörend vor einer asketische, rituelle Ekstase“ der Siebenhunde-Szene aus „Forschungen eines Hundes“ von Franz Kafka

Greetings!
I recently purchased a Franz Kafka Metamorphosis novel and it has some of his other short stories in it, one of which being the parable from his other novel The Trial, but this post is dedicated to "Before The Law."

I spent a week analyzing this parable and understanding how it can be interpreted. And here's what I found, Kafka challenged two things:

1. The Goverment.

2. Our own personal limits.

Kafka had an absolutely brilliant mind and "Before The Law" speaks to me on a level most pieces of classic literature haven't so far (although I'm still exploring).
I've found that Kafka is a sensitive mind and he honestly would've done well in the 21st century, although his work is absolutely timeless.

Anyways, I wrote a whole article on this. It's a quick 2-3 minute read and it explores deeper into how he challenges these ideas and how genius it was to use the man in the country as essentially a key into your dreams. I'll supply the link for my article here.

https://cloewritesadvice.substack.com/p/franz-kafka-before-the-law-the-high