After that, I read everything of Kafka's I could get my hands on. "This will help to pass the time." It did, and I was floored by the magic of it. It was also one of the first things my uncle gave me when I'd arrived in Bogotá as a punkass teenager. Published in 1915, 100 years ago this month, The Metamorphosis remains the standard by which I measure any supposed work of genius. That something was literature, and in particular, Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis. She didn't know her plan would work as well as it did, or that over the course of the next 12 months I'd learn to love something other than marijuana, rap music, and vandalizing private property with a spray can. But she'd finally had enough, and after many tears and reservations, she followed through on those threats in hopes that I'd return grateful and rehabilitated. She'd been threatening for a long time to ship me off to Colombia. I'd been screwing up royally and my antics were becoming difficult for her to manage as a struggling single mother of three. When I was 17, my mother sent me to live with some relatives in South America for a year. Your purchase helps support NPR programming. Close overlay Buy Featured Book Title The Metamorphosis, in the Penal Colony, and Other Stories Author Franz Kafka
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