translated from the original Kurdish by Sami Hezil.
It feels a little strange to be talking about a(nother) book on the subject of the legacies of the departed, especially since this definitely takes the opposite tack of yesterday’s What Happens After? That book talked about grief and acceptance, whereas this speaks of guilt and vengeance. Weirdly, those have also been preoccupations of mine, which might go some way to explaining the reading hangover I’ve been feeling recently.
Lovers Of Franz K goes a step further from my personal dilemmas to speak of the impact of writers on their audiences. The Franz of the title is the celebrated author Franz Kafka, ofc, whose will requested that his unpublished works be destroyed after his death. His best friend and heir Max Brod went ahead and had them published anyway. The literary world was torn: should Brod have honored Kafka’s wishes, or had he been right to share these last glimmers of genius with the world?
The book itself opens with the arrest of a young man named Ferdy Kaplan, after the fatal shooting of a student in 1960s West Berlin. Ferdy is Turkish and assumed to be an anti-Semitic radical hiding others of his cell. He mocks the interrogating Police Commissioner Muller’s lines of inquiry, even as he expresses regret for what he’s done.








