The only Czech I ever knew personally was my uncle Yaacov, who hadn’t lived in Czechoslovakia (which is still what it was when he was born there) since he was a teenager, and who never, as far as I can[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Ask the Internet to show you pictures of Kafka’s grave and you’ll get six Kafkas for the price of one: Franz and his parents Julie and Hermann, who survived him, are all stacked in the same plot, much as Franz[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Franz Kafka looked nothing like his father Hermann, a fleshy, forceful businessman. In looks as in personality he favored his mother’s family, though Julie Kafka’s features were not quite as sharp, not to say rodenty, as her son’s, nor did[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Another joke that may work only in my head, in reference to Kafka’s day job at an insurance agency. I like to think it was a wacky workplace where sitcom-worthy situations arose regularly, but I don’t think Czech insurance offices[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I don’t quite know why I find the phrase he’s not strong so delightful. Partially it’s the recollection of the episode of Ren and Stimpy in which Stimpy piously asks God to “please watch out for my best pal, Ren.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
So far I’ve mostly drawn Kafka looking alarmed or terrified or otherwise incapable of dealing with human existence, but he was a funny guy too — you can’t be all that serious when you’re writing a story about a guy[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It Can’t Happen Here, his 1935 dystopian vision of an America dragged into fascism by its unfit president, is the current bestseller, but most of Lewis’s books portray the American character in ways that are still relevant about a hundred[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I hope you enjoyed your Purim, Small Peculiarteers! Remember that it commemorates the events in the book of Esther, the only book of the Bible that makes no explicit reference to God. I think it was God’s way of showing[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…