The year 2015 is the centenary year of Franz Kafka's "Die Verwandlung" ("The Metamorphosis"). It was first published in October 1915.
courtesy: 'Introducing Kafka', 1990 by David
Zane Mairowitz, Robert Crumb
"As Gregor Samsa woke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found
himself transformed into some kind of monstrous vermin.…"
विलास सारंग:
"…मला कधी वाटतं,
१८९० साली
हरिभाऊनी जरा
विचार केला
असता: 'आपण
कशाला ब्रिटीश
वाङमयाचं शेपूट
पकडून राहायचं?'
आपलं कथाकथन
विकसित करायचं.
एवढं काही
कठीण नाही.
काफ्काच्या 'मॅटॅमॉर्फसिसचं पहिल वाक्य घ्या.
'पंचतंत्रातल्या एखाद्या गोष्टीत ते फिट
बसलं असतं.
एवढी फँट्सी
झाली. उरलेल्या
कथेत वास्तववाद
आहेच…इ.
स. १९००
पासून आजवर
पाश्च्यात्यांनी आपल्या वाङमयाकडे
ढुंकून
बघितलेलं आहे का? त्यांना
आपल्या कथासाहित्यात वेगळ,
नवीन काही
आढळल
नाही … " ('लिहित्या
लेखकाचं वाचन',
2011)
I woke on the morning of January 1 from uneasy dreams to discover that I soon will be fifty five-year-old man. Is this different from what happens to
Gregor Samsa in The Metamorphosis?
I have paraphrased David
Cronenberg to construct the above.
"He wakes up to find that he’s become a near-human-sized
beetle (probably of the scarab family, if his household’s charwoman is to be
believed), and not a particularly robust specimen at that. Our reactions, mine
and Gregor’s, are very similar. We are confused and bemused, and think that
it’s a momentary delusion that will soon dissipate, leaving our lives to
continue as they were. What could the source of these twin transformations
possibly be? Certainly, you can see a birthday coming from many miles away, and
it should not be a shock or a surprise when it happens. And as any well-meaning
friend will tell you, seventy is just a number. What impact can that number
really have on an actual, unique physical human life?..."
David Cronenberg- whose film 'The Fly', 1986 has similarities with Kafka's book- concludes his essay with this:
"...When I went on my publicity tour for The Fly, I was often
asked what insect I would want to be if I underwent an entomological
transformation. My answers varied, depending on my mood, though I had a
fondness for the dragonfly, not only for its spectacular flying but also for
the novelty of its ferocious underwater nymphal stage with its deadly
extendable underslung jaw; I also thought that mating in the air might be
pleasant. Would that be your soul, then, this dragonfly, flying heavenward?
came one response. Is that not really what you’re looking for? No, not really,
I said. I’d just be a simple dragonfly, and then, if I managed to avoid being
eaten by a bird or a frog, I would mate, and as summer ended, I would die.)"
mating in the air might be
pleasant....sure...and so will be the death at the end of the summer...