Kafka exhibit at Bodleian delights

As shared elsewhere, Franz Kafka’s absurdity has always delighted me. I thoroughly enjoyed the Kafka exhibit at Oxford’s Bodleian Libraries. I will also say the bug jewelry I have made lately is an outcome of scraps of arts and crafts projects, all the bugs in my yard in Alabama but also Kafka!

“Kafka!?” my husband says.

“Yes, Kafka,” I reply. I love his work. What a tragic life on some levels though.

Another aside. When I first arrived in London for this long research visit, which is half over, I sat many a moment by the window and watched people, cars and trucks pass here in Chiswick. Kafka is right. We don’t have to leave a place to see the world. We can sit at a window and the world just walks by. I truly believe that. But slowly, I have made my way around London. Again. I walk a lot. Once, we took my than 17,000 steps (more than seven miles). My husband called it the death march. He was not enthused.

And yes, the Andy Warhol Kafka piece that was loaned to the Bodleian is beautiful. Well done, Bod.