My difficult relationship with Mrs Dalloway

difficult relationship with Mrs Dalloway

My difficult relationship with Mrs Dalloway had few stages.

Few years ago I bought myself a copy of Mrs Dalloway (in English) and I got stuck. I honestly I couldn’t go further than dozen pages because I had to translate so many of the words. Because I somehow knew that in this book every word matters.

Unfortunately I took me few years to get myself a polish copy of the book. I wanted to read it. But I wasn’t crazy about it. I’ve seen the movies based on Woolf’s life ad Woolf’s art and to be true I wanted to read it because it seems like I should. Only that. But then, I read “Room’s of its own” and my affair with Virginia Woolf got a bit more serious. I got intrigued not only by the “fame” of the books but by the author. By what she wanted to say.

I remember doing some research and listening a podcast about her. There was this story told by her nephew. He was little boy when he knew Virginia and he was talking about how curious she was about every detail of his life. Every second. When he was coming to visit, she was asking how he spent the morning and the asking more. And more. And even more…

I don’t remember the title of the podcast, but this story told by the old voice of Virginia’s nephew made a lasting impression. Because I could see it in Mrs. Dalloway. The gracious and beautiful attention. Because every word matters. This is why I couldn’t go further than dozen words while reading the original version.

I’m really happy that I finally read Mrs Dalloway. Mostly because it has so much in it. Even though, book is limited by the number of pages, there are no limitations in discovering and rediscovering the beauty and nostalgia of it. And of this passionate need to discover life…

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Short story about Kafka and The Metamorphosis

Kafka and the Metamorphosis

So here are few things about Kafka and The Metamorphosis. To be honest I was a bit afraid of his works. There is this gloomy dark aura around his writings and what’s more, around Kafka himself. But as I’m living now in his city and his country I thought I would just give it a try.

So, I’ve started with some of his short stories. The book I got was a compilation of all his works published when he was alive. The stories were the ones which the author really wanted to show to the world. As you know or not, his most famous books were published postmortem, by his friend, who was asked by Kafka to burn all unpublished stories.

But back to the topic, reading slowly through my book, I was heading slowly but surely to the Metamorphosis. I was curious. In a bad way. It’s not normal being curious about the story of the man who turns into a big insect. And yet, I think it provokes such strange uneasiness and well, curiosity in each and every person that it becomes normal in some wayBecause we are human. We are curious by nature about wired things. So after all, Kafka got a plus from me. Just by reminding me that I’m like everyone. In every way.

And then the story came. And again I think it is about us. Humans. About our nature. But not the idealized one, or the demonized one. The true nature of human which is mixture of goodness and badness, selfishness and empathy. Cowardliness and bravery. And all what is between. And I have to admit, that Kafka presented it in unique beautiful and a bit creepy way. By telling a story about a big bug…


Even though 
Kafka and The Metamorphosis will make you sad, it is definitely worth reading. I still feel sad when I think about it, yet I want to read it again. Just to take deep dive in, into all the facets of the human nature. Maybe I will understand it better next time…

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