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Kafka-Amerika-The Man Who yazik.info - Ebook download as PDF File . pdf), Text File .txt) or read book online. Frantz Kafka. The Stoker. As the seventeen. -. year. -. old Karl Rossman. –. who had been shipped off to. America. by. his poor parents because. Amerika, also known as The Man Who Disappeared, The Missing Person and as Lost in The title Amerika was chosen by Kafka's literary executor, Max Brod, who assembled the . Create a book · Download as PDF · Printable version.
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Kafka's first novel, though unfinished, traces the struggles In Amerika, Franz Kafka indeed satirizes American ideals by absurdly portraying. FRANZ KAFKA'S AMERICA. AMERIKA. HAS BEEN CALLED Franz Kafka's “ Sorgenkind,” or problem child. It was his earliest effort in the novel form and was . Amerika. Deutsch. Book ID: Amerika. Book cover may not be accurate (+). Sometimes it is not Franz Kafka (28 books). Wikipedia: See this author on.
Aug 16, Pages download. Nov 18, Pages download. Aug 16, Pages. Nov 18, Pages. Kafka began writing what he had entitled Der Verschollene The Missing Person in and wrote the last completed chapter in Expected to redeem himself in this magical land of opportunity, young Karl is swept up instead in a whirlwind of dizzying reversals, strange escapades, and picaresque adventures.
Kafka died before he could finish what he like to call his "American novel,: With the same expert balance of precision and nuance that marked his award-winning translation of The Castle, Mark Harman now restores the humor ad particularity of language in his translation of the critical edition of Der Verschollene.
Here is the story of young Karl Rossman, who, following an incident involving a housemaid, is banished by his parents to America. With unquenchable optimism and in the company of two comic-sinister companions, he throws himself into misadventure, eventually heading towards Oklahoma, where a career in the theater beckons.
From the Hardcover edition. It is a natural segue, after all, from the youth who lives to placate to the adult with the inescapable sense of guilt.
For instance the top part of it had a hundred di erent compartments of all sizes. That was certain disorientation! Such solitary inactivity. In his room there was an American writing desk of the very nest sort. Of course his desk was nothing like those so-called American desks that turn up at European auctions. Karl soon realized this.
He himself had known new arrivals. He was to absorb and examine everything. It was a very modern invention. And the uncle actually pulled a face each time when. Thin lateral partitions slowly descended to form the oors of newly created compartments or the ceilings of enlarged ones.
Karl could have gone on the same lift as the piano and the removal men. Even so. Karl was well aware that to mention this was tantamount to asking for a piano. When it was installed in his room. Bethlehem and the shy life in the holy stable. In fact. The acoustics of the room were excellent. It was an undemanding job. In the rst few days. Unlike Karl. But it did sound very peculiar when.
At rst the English content of his early conversations with his uncle had been con ned to hello and goodbye. Karl had high hopes of his piano playing. The very rst acquaintance to whom Karl was introduced was a slim young man of astounding suppleness. The rst time Karl recited an American poem to his uncle one evening — the subject of it was a con agration — it made him quite sombre with satisfaction.
The uncle put up with his piano playing and made no objection to it. Karl only rarely allowed himself the pleasure of it. In the early days. But almost all his frustration with riding would disappear when Mak arrived.
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The tall man was dismissed. After a delightful half an hour of this had passed almost like sleep they called a halt. The sieve of a shower extended over the whole length and breadth of the bathtub — which of his former schoolmates. He could a ord to. As he lay there in a kind of half-sleep. Karl was not overly successful with him. Waiting for him at the riding school.
The young man. Mak was in a. There was a long tall man who could reach the highest horseback almost without raising his arm. Karl was a little loath to agree to this as he had never in his life sat on a horse. It meant. As though in recognition of this. Just as Karl and his uncle were stepping out of the door. It involved downloading. The uncle opened the door of the nearest booth.
People were criss-crossing the. It was a sort of commissioning and forwarding business. He spoke very sparingly into the tube and one often saw that he wanted to make some objection to the speaker. It took rather a long time before his uncle decided to give Karl any insight at all into the nature of his business. And wherever one looked in the telephone room. The telegraph room was not smaller but actually larger than the telegraph o ce of his home town.
After some thought. His right arm lay on a little table. The actual business consisted of intermediate trade. Karl then took the teacher in his car. At one such expression all three gentlemen burst out laughing and Karl was afraid he had made some blunder.
One day his uncle turned up just as it was time for dinner. I owned a little store in the harbour district. In the deathly silence that followed Karl replied. Over dinner.
While Karl was changing in the room next door. No one o ered a greeting. I set it all up myself thirty years ago. Today I own the third largest warehouse in the port. Karl was cordially invited to come out to this country estate. Karl asked his uncle for permission to accept this invitation. The visit he had been looking forward to was becoming a burden. Once again Mr Pollunder intervened: The amiable Mr Pollunder came to his assistance.
Karl was already at the door when the uncle red one more question at him: By the time he got back. Later on. Although he had never before driven through the streets of New York at night and the noise pulsing over pavements and roads and changing direction like a whirlwind was more like a distinct element than something caused by men. Mr Pollunder happily shook him by both hands.
Karl wanted to hear all about Miss Klara.
Hot himself from rushing about. Mr Pollunder was sad now. From the streets where people. They sat close together. But Karl rested happily against the arm Mr Pollunder had thrown around him.
When their car emerged from one of the dark echoey side-streets on to one of these main avenues that was as broad as a whole square they saw in endless perspective on either side of them a great column of people walking in tiny steps.
A long way away from the actual demonstration stood little groups of onlookers. The car had stopped in front of a country house. Mr Jakob. Karl thought the drive there had probably been quite long. Judging by the tiredness he felt on getting out.
There were rustling chestnut trees in front of it. Even if I have to drive half the night to get home. In the dark of the chestnut avenue. But Karl still inquired. As only the lower part of the house was lit up. Mr Green received them in a great hurry. Karl was glad that the big glass door into the garden would be left open.
But if I bring you back now. The evening is completely ruined. Karl and Klara followed him. Mr Rossmann. I feel like taking you straight back to the car. Besides — and this was perhaps the decisive factor — Mr Green came out on to the top step and called out into the garden: But Karl made no move. That too.
As he stood by the table waiting for the others to sit down. Accordingly he had gone to see Mr Pollunder long before the close of business. Not content with making mischief by being here. The dinner dragged on like a plague. For even if the business they still had to discuss was of particular urgency. Only Mr Green. He was at pains to emphasize — and here Karl. Just recently I arranged for the butler to carry my food as far as the dining-room door.
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Mr Pollunder only became snarled up in the conversation on the few occasions when Mr Green turned to business matters. But he quickly withdrew again. Be patient. Almost instantly Mr Pollunder and Klara each seized one of his hands. There he sat staring at the plate in front of him.
Karl felt under considerable strain throughout the meal. Karl happened to see.
He felt rather sick and stood up. And it was purely on account of this that he suddenly consumed a great quantity of food with prodigious speed. And yet he allowed Green. Nor did Mr Green con ne his attention to her. What made the dinner go on was the thoroughness with which Mr Green treated each course.
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She let him do it. And once he had sat down again. With dinner over — when Green sensed the general mood. He had never seen a skirt as clinging as the one that clasped her body.
But Karl felt nothing for her. Since Mr Green had taken up with her he had been surprised by the beauty which her face was capable of. Nor did he care for the American girl. Then he would knock on the door. Now he no longer excluded the possibility that his uncle had only refused to let him make this visit because he knew Mr Pollunder for a weak character.
He pictured to himself — and for the rst time he felt happy in that room — how he would arrive in the morning — he could hardly get there any sooner on foot — and surprise his uncle. The clear night with the favourable full moon was free for anyone. What was left of the revulsion Mr Pollunder and his daughter had initially felt for Green.
Now there they were standing with Green nodding at him. Karl felt the smoke tickle his nose. Just by itself that might not be much.
Perhaps he would have breakfast with his uncle for the rst time. In spite of the distance. Mr Green had his elbow on the table.
He felt slightly comforted and turned round. It was really only because of the lack of frankness between them that he had shown a little disobedience to his uncle. And if he had to spend the night here — which unfortunately seemed probable. Karl for himself and Green for himself. Come with me. Walking down the corridor. The two men were sitting at a side table with tall glasses full of gently e ervescent drinks.
I want nothing to do with him. Klara was standing in front of him. To make amends. But she strode up to him and cried: There was a sofa there. But suddenly after a moment of careless silent standing.
Torches were essential in a house like this. But not for long. I wish you had. He allowed her to move her feet and take steps. It was surprisingly dark outside. They had a little tug of war in the corridor. He sat down on the window-seat and looked and listened. I almost fell out of the window just now. Apart from that all was quiet. Klara put out her hand to push open a door in passing.
Clearly angry. It was so easy to hold on to her in her tight dress. A frightened bird seemed to drill its way through the foliage of the old tree. The whistle of a New York suburban train sounded somewhere out in the distance. Then he came to his senses. Why are you so naughty. In the room itself. There was birdsong.
Klara walked about the room. Somewhere she lit a candle. It was a heavy blow to Karl that in this room. But why did you have to treat me like that? I almost slapped you by accident. He wanted to get to sleep quickly. I want you to know that it will almost have been in spite of myself. She told him to get up. I wonder what Mack will say when I tell him all this.
This girl was walking about in it. Lastly I want to point out to you that if I let you go without slapping you. He had such a need to stretch and yawn. He was just lying there. But if I let you off for now.
I feel an enormous urge to smack your face. Perhaps it would be a useful lesson for future reference. Klara went over to him again.
Straightaway Karl sat up. Let her tell him everything. And so he lay there. So you pass three doors. If Mr Pollunder should have any objection to his immediate return. The door to my rooms is the fourth one along on this side of the corridor. It was pitch-black out there! He felt relieved when he had shut the door and bolted it. Karl was sure of that. For a little exercise he went to the door and looked out into the passage.
Was it some kind of wrestling bout to which Karl had been invited. She had even thought her promise not to mention the ght to Mr Pollunder was doing him a favour. He had decided not to stay in the house any longer.
Now it was just a matter of nding his way down to the salon. She had probably received tuition from Mack. But Karl also knew that if Mack had given him coaching. In case his search should be unsuccessful. If only there was a glimmer of light from a doorway or a faint voice in the corridor. Karl decided to tell his uncle all this straight out tomorrow. Judging from the view. He had also been distracted by the servants with their candelabras.
His wristwatch. In the passageway Karl found that he had to contend with a draught — naturally he had turned left. Then it was one door after another. Karl passed great stretches of wall that had no doors at all. It was an extraordinary waste of space. And here there were so many empty rooms. Klara had kept pulling him on the way here. Lest the door should fall shut. His uncle had surely judged him correctly. Karl thought Mr Pollunder had been led astray by false friends. He made slow progress.
He would take the candle with him of course. So far Karl had refrained from calling out. Empty darkness blew towards him. His face seemed rather sti on account of a long white beard which only broke up into silky ringlets when it hit his chest. The balustrade did not go on for very long.
What was this large and lofty room for? It was like standing in the gallery of a church up here. He must be a trusty servant to be allowed to wear such a beard.
As the corridor seemed never ending. Suddenly it made a sharp turn. Karl put the candle down on it and carefully leaned forward. Suddenly the wall on one side of the corridor came to an end. I doubt whether Mr Mack would have bought the house. And now the building workers have gone on strike. Karl kept turning round in front of him. A building job like that is nothing but trouble. Before Karl had entered the dining-room.
It is di cult to nd your way around on your rst evening with us.
By the way. He probably took. The servant was kind enough to give the suit a quick clean. Do you not know Mr Mack? Without turning round.
At the same time he scoured the room to see whether he might not quickly find his hat lying somewhere. But it was nowhere to be seen.
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Mr Green feigned indi erence. Karl let go of the door in fright.
But it made it harder to ask the favour. Karl to mean that he intended to spend the whole night in the dining-room. Karl opened the door which rattled loudly. Until my English studies are complete. I just know that there was nothing in his reasons to cause you any o ence. I will be happy to come on another occasion. I simply abused his love for me. Mr Pollunder. Unfortunately my education has been too unpractical for that. He must have had his reasons too. I am glad to be myself. Your understanding of the relationship between my uncle and me may not be very thorough.
Unfortunately I was plucked out of such a coherent education prematurely. I am utterly dependent on the kindness of my uncle. You must bear in mind that I am as yet unable to make my own way in life respectably — and may God save me from all else. I have had four years as a middling pupil at a European secondary school.
If you continue. I must go home right away. In my home country a few progressive secondary schools have recently been introduced. He felt impervious to Mr Pollunder and ready to ght Mr Green. You will surely agree that under such circumstances I could not permit myself to do the slightest thing against his wishes.
And that is why to try and partly atone for my transgression against him. In that case. He took a step back and was now equidistant from Mr Pollunder and Mr Green.
My father was keen for me to learn English. Karl though. I will accompany you straightaway to the nearest suburban line railway station. He seemed to be suggesting with that that he had been asked a question by Mr Pollunder and given him his reply. In the meantime Mr Pollunder had gone up to Karl and had gently pulled him away from Mr Green to one of the big windows.
I will always be very glad to come here. Go on take it! There is a servant outside who will be happy to walk me to the station. I can perfectly well go bareheaded. He pulled it on. One got the distinct impression. You can imagine how I regret that. Because it so happens I have something interesting to tell you before you leave here. The time now is a quarter past eleven.
Karl was on his way to the door to fetch the servant when Mr Green got to his feet. What was the interesting news he would only be allowed to hear at midnight? Unless it speeded his return home by the three quarters of an hour by which it delayed him now. But his greatest doubt was whether he could go to Miss Klara at all. Mr Green was perhaps even fatter than Mr Pollunder.
On the dot of twelve you present yourself back here. Without answering her for the moment. As he had downstairs with the dining-room door. Karl dawdled along in his wake. She would only have had to behave slightly di erently towards him. I want to go away. He took a few more steps. As Karl passed his own room.
But now it was impossible to say the least thing against Klara. You heard it yourself. He was still pondering all this when he realized that no further pondering was required of him because Green opened the door and said to the servant who sprang up from his plinth: I told you right away that that would be very di cult.
Karl said to the servant quietly. The servant rushed over to report to her. If you like. He would have liked to oblige her.
To be honest. Uncle gave it to me.
I hope to come back sometime. Karl sensed that there was no danger of a resumption of hostilities with Klara. But you would be able to have that pleasure too. The servant was on the point of closing the door.
And now you must allow me to say. I could play you all my little pieces on it. What time is it. Karl Rossmann! As with all his tunes. Mr Pollunder would probably be able to drum up a servant from somewhere. Behind Mack the bed and everything else was lost in complete darkness. We have so little music here. The blue silk canopy was the only thing remotely feminine about the angular.
He saw Mack sprawling on a large four-poster bed. There was a single candle burning on the bedside table. Then there came the sound of loud clapping from the next door room. It was a little tune. Klara leaned against the bedpost. They sat there stunned and motionless. Why are you keeping me waiting? What have you been up to with Miss Klara? Karl felt the wind from those great bells brushing his cheeks. To be delivered to him at midnight. I never knew this house had such cosy rooms.
I would certainly not have played. Wandering aimlessly, he becomes friends with two drifters named Robinson and Delamarche. They promise to find him a job, but they sell his suit without permission, eat his food in front of him without offering him any, and ransack his belongings.
Finally, Karl departs from them on bad terms after he's offered a job by a manager at Hotel Occidental. He works there as a lift-boy. One day Robinson shows up drunk at his work asking him for money. Afraid of losing his job being seen talking with a friend, which is forbidden for lift-boys, Karl agrees to lend him money, then commits the far worse offence of bunking a drunk-sick Robinson in the lift-boy dorm.
Being dismissed for leaving his post, Karl agrees not only to pay for Robinson's taxi, but also joins him. They travel to Delamarche's place. Delamarche is now staying with a wealthy and obese lady named Brunelda. She wants to take in Karl as her servant. Karl refuses, but Delamarche physically forces him to stay and he is imprisoned in her apartment.Now the only thing Karl had left to give was his money. Would they change their minds about him? But naturally it became more difficult to declare his request.
Of course they would pool their money. Ironically, Karl meets a twisted fate when his socio-economic condition plummets as quickly as it has improved. As though in recognition of this. Apart from that. The astounding thing was that neither Delamarche nor Robinson showed any sign of anxiety about the bill.