I have gotten to around page 44 and ran across one of the greatest paragraphs I have ever read in describing relationships with family. It is one of saddest things I have ever read.
“I live in my family,” Kafka wrote later of this situation, “with the best and most loving people—more estranged than a stranger. In the last few years I have barely exchanged an average of twenty words a day with my mother, and with my father little more than a greeting here and there….I lack any sense of family life.”
This paragraph is an excellent example of writing with a purpose and using each and every word to express an emotion. I strive to write like this!!!
- Finished Reading: Kafka: The Years Of Insight By Reiner Stach (consilientinterest.com)
- Currently Reading: Kafka: The Decisive Years October 14, 2013 (consilientinterest.com)
- A Different Kafka (nybooks.com)
- Currently Reading:Kafka:The Years Of Insight By Reiner Stach (consilientinterest.com)