Kafka

When we went to visit Kafka's grave, my hostess told me he had never wanted any of his works published. That his best friend published them posthumously against his explicate instructions to burn them. 

I wonder why he did not just publish under a pseudonym, like Scandinavian authors are apt to do. 

Now instead there is a Kafka museum, extremely expensive tours of his home, and a stream of visitors to his grave. I think he would have probably wanted a bit more privacy. 

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