Kafka

I am looking, as I write of Kafka, at the photograph taken of him at the age of forty (my age)—it is 1924, as sweet and hopeful a year as he may ever have known…

Tête-à-tête, Por Favor

Perry! “Welcome Back” isn’t going to cut it. We are going to have to have a tête-à-tête After carefully scrutinizing my extremely packed schedule, I have concluded that the following days are available for you to choose…