Title: Oh, the anxiety
Product review: The thing I love about Kafka is how theatrical his style is. He creates these series of grotesquely humorous tableaux, and then steps back and lets the reader make what they will of them. Reading The Trial I felt I could perfectly picture each scene as though I was watching a film, and there's something about this sort of cold objectivity which, when other authors use it, feels secure and safe, but when Kafka does it, feels charged with anxiety and some unspoken menace that's always looming just around the next corner. It reminds me of Gogol's writings more than anything else, where you see the superstitious, old Europe clashing with the malaise-inducing bureaucracy brought about by the new Europe
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