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2003-03-03
I have a soft spot in my heart for people who do weird things with Kafka. My first experience of this was when I read the Jackdaw’s Last Case where Paul Di Filippo made him into a costumed superhero. It is not the best of the stories collected in Lost Pages, but it spoke lengths to me at the time.
This of course explains why I’m right now, even though I have hardly opened the pages and let air in between them, I’m almost beside me. Kafka Americana by Lethem & Scholtz, a short short story collection all about this Kafka guy in bizarre situations. I mean writing the script to It’s a Wonderful Life? (However, I doubt it can top previously mentioned Di Filippo’s tale about Anne Frank as the star in the Wizard of Oz.) Being put on trail by Orson Wlles and Jerry Lewis? Anyway, I’ll report more as I indulge myself into the book.
