A breath of fresh air into the cluttered corridors of academic supplication. Max cuts through the verbage to bring to life his frienship with Kafka. A very close form of friendship but also struck with estrangement.
Kafka and Brod share letters, insights and moments. Brod brings to life the moments just before after WW1 brnging together the novels and how they weaved with everyday life.
He touches upon Kafka's Jewish identity which he was ambivalent about, his anarchism which he had a keen interest in until 1912 and his turbulent love life and finally his illness which killed him.
Unlike many treatises on Kafka this is pleasant to read and provides insight rather than pomposity. Max was absorbed with Zionism and so the book gives a particular slant to his pre-occupation as there are numerous references to Jewish identity. All Kafka's sisters were murdered in concentration camps so this has a great pertinence. The Jews in Prague had also been subject to severe sanctions up until the 1850's and restricted to their own quarter in the city.
The biography read with a slightly ebullient gloriousity whilst capturing the moments of insight gleaned from reading and discussion. This makes it a worthwhile accompaniment but there also appears something missing as Kafka on the "front" appeared an amiable serious academic but on the inside his shyness was acute. The bullying by his father is fairly glossed over as are the humiliations that must have rained down on young academics in a society undergoing all types of transition.
This only leads to a greater enigma. Kafka comes across as a type of Ian Curtis of his time, young full of insight but riddled with self torture,one developed TB, the other epilepsy and out of the maelstorm beautiful pieces of emotional architecture emerged. However the real jig saw pieces appear to be blanks.