This biography emphasizes the importance of valuing the aesthetic and emotional impact of Kafka's work, offering a fresh glimpse of the tortured genius behind some of the 20th century's most perplexing and most rewarding writings. Photos.
Begley was born Ludwik Begleiter in Stryi at the time part of Poland and now in Ukraine, as the only child of a physician. He is a survivor of the Holocaust due to the multiple purchases of Aryan papers by his mother and constant evasion of the Nazis. They survived by pretending to be Polish Catholic. The family left Poland in the fall of 1946 and settled in New York in March 1947. Begley studied English Literature at Harvard College (AB '54, summa cum laude), and published in the Harvard Advocate. Service in the United States Army followed. In 1956 Begley entered Harvard Law School and graduated in 1959 (LL.B. magna cum laude).
Upon graduation from Law School, Begley joined the New York firm of Debevoise & Plimpton as an associate; became a partner in January 1968; became of counsel in January 2004; and retired in January 2007. From 1993 to 1995, Begley was also president of PEN American Center. He remains a member of PEN's board of directors, as well as a member of the Council on Foreign Relations.
His wife of 30 years, Anka Muhlstein, was honoured by the French Academy for her work on La Salle, and received critical acclaim for her book A Taste for Freedom: The Life of Astolphe de Custine.
English: Wonderfully written, but due to its essayistic nature hard to navigate when trying to research background info about singular works. A huge plus are the numerous pictures that illustrate Kafka's life and times.
An interesting read, if at times a bit irritating. The book is organized by topic rather than chronologically which generally works, except that at times I had to backtrack to see where I was in time. Begley has done his homework and provides lots of facts which he has dug out of the books, stories, diaries and letters of Kafka and others. What I did not like was Begley's tendency to try to guess at Kafka's intentions or hidden meanings with no real supporting documents. Just guessing.
We are left with the image of a somewhat neurotic genius who probably drove everyone around him crazy. The fantastic stories seem to be the result of a fantastic mind.
Absolutely beautiful -- thoughtful, sensitive; successfully evokes Kafka's internal and external environment, informing a reading of his work while avoiding reductive critical analysis
Zadie Smith has interesting review of this book in most recent NYRB. She does good job of putting Begley's approach to K. in context of that taken by Max Brod, K's literary executor. In the process, Smith reveals some intriguing, and somewhat alarming, details about Brod's work as K's editor I didn't know. For example, apparently K's original manuscript of The Trial did not provide clear instructions on structuring the entire work, and so Brod decided on his own to put the famous parable "Before the Law" at the end, and to end with the church scene. This is quite astonishing to hear, and makes me want to reread with this info in mind.
more about Franz Kafka the man than KAFKA the myth, some very well-placed insights from source materials that have long been plundered by a lot of other people and come out a lot less down-to-earth and real. Shows Kafka as the exact kind of contrary, paradoxical figure that you imagine one must've had to be to write the paradoxical, contrary work that is distinctly his own.
Franz Kafka comes across brilliant but a troubled and sickly soul�. The book is an anthology. This is his life. He wrote a lot. He comes across masochistic. Troubled loves �. Intellectual, a little out of sync with his Jewish identity, but thoughtful, tremendously accomplished, and died at an early age of forty..
This is just what I want biography to be. Historical, personal, and professional contexts are given succinctly with the essence of the subject emerging from a sum of countless moments. Beautifully constructed, the book has it's own arc but is made almost entirely of direct quotes. Worth it for the letter to Brod where Kafka says a book must be "the axe for the frozen sea inside of us".
This book would have been better if the author had refrained from inserting his own opinions and judgements—for example, saying that Kafka was "handsome," and also guessing at the motives behind his behavior.
Also, the narrator mispronounces a lot of words, which is grating: Flaubert, Proust, Octave Mirbeau's Le Jardin des supplices, the german word for mother, "Mutter," etc.
a good, interesting, if not particularly trailblazing, observance of kafka and his work. most of what is here is no different than any lay scholar of kafka could accumulate