Metamophosis by Franz Kafka

Synopsis: Gregor Samsa, a travelling salesman and a responsible son, wakes up one morning to find himself having metamophosized into a cockroach. The story reveals the responses of his parents and amily, and the situations that take place after.

I've always been wanting to read this short story eversince I'd encountered an excerpt of it in a literature guide I once had in secondary school. Now that I've finally come to read it I am rather intrigued by the whole new, well, genre, it presents. I can't seem to place it anywhere actually, perhaps somewhere between fantasy and a sort of moral rhetoric, which really, encompasses everything. I haven't really given much thought about it, but it is a sad tale. There's a strong intuition of hope that comes along with Gregor Samsa being turned into a cockroach[of all insects, but perhaps, there's a reason] but yet a deep-seated premonition of his situation having gone beyond the 'point-of-no-return'. There is no resolution to the story--Gregor, does not, by some miraculous stroke return to his human form just as he miraculously turned into an exo-skeletal being. Instead, we see his struggles, and how his metamorphosis is progressively wholistic--in that it first tackles his physicalities and then his habits, he gets farther and farther away from being human in form and at the same time, the humanity that surrounds him, his family, gets more and more frustrated and intolerant of his presence and their feelings of hostility--they can no longer believe the roach is Gregor--climax when at the end of the story they are convinced that they must get rid of him. Prophetically enough, Gregor dies the next morning. It is a short story but heaved heavy with melancholy. The reader plows through the pages asking when, when, when Gregor will return and the pages can conclude with a happily ever after. Instead the entire development begs one to consider what humanity consists of. Through the metamorphosis of Gregor, we, as the readers, know that Gregor is innately human by his thoughts. Of course, his family cannot read his mind, let alone communicate with him and only from his appearance do they feel that Gregor is no more Gregor. And so Kafka leads us to really think what humanity is. For Gregor, he was still himself, human as ever despite his looks.

It is a terse, short story and I believe much more is to be gleaned off its pages. For now, let me think.