July 3

Franz Kafka, you know, the guy that wrote a whole book about some clown who turns into a huge, creepy bug without his even having had to take anything the night before, was born on the 3rd in 1883. He was a very controversial literary figure who was widely thought to have a great deal in common with lunatics. However he was of the opinion that he had “hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.”
During his life, Kafka published only a couple of short stories. His novels were not published until after he was dead. Today, he only needs one name to be known, sort of like Cher or Madonna. Which only goes to prove that sometimes dying can be a good career move.