Nicholas Lezard

The wry humour of Franz Kafka

A masterly new translation of his Diaries reminds us that Kafka wasn’t solely the prophet of a century of dehumanisation

Wryly amused by his surroundings and the ways of the world: Kafka in Prague, c.1920. [Getty Images]

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