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We haven't been able to take payment You must update your payment details via My Account or by clicking update payment details to keep your subscription. Act now to keep your subscription We've tried to contact you several times as we haven't been able to take payment. You must update your payment details via My Account or by clicking update payment details to keep your subscription. Your subscription is due to terminate We've tried to contact you several times as we haven't been able to take payment. You must update your payment details via My Account, otherwise your subscription will terminate. Tuesday May 21 2024 There are two problems with reading the books of Franz Kafka, who died from tuberculosis 100 years ago next month. The first is his reputation: his name has become detached from the reality of his work. The much-abused term "Kafkaesque" — meaning a sort of Catch-22 of dystopian bureaucracy — is now so threadbare it has been used in this newspaper in recent years to describe everything from energy performance certificates to Michael Gove. The second comes from his importance as a writer. Kafka created a new way of seeing the world as full of menace, confusion and absurdity — his most famous novel is probably The Trial, in which a man is arrested and can never find out why. But his importance
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