Max Brod keeps calling me a genius like he didn’t also turn my whole private life into a public committee meeting. by Franz Kafka

I dated the man and can confirm even his silence had footnotes.

Normal people do not hand me a stack of manuscripts and then vanish into the emotional fog machine.

Max, you say that like you didn’t read every sentence with the enthusiasm of a man adopting a lawsuit.

You wrote like every paragraph was being cross-examined, Franz, I was just trying to get the file out of the fire.

Felice, thank you for finally saying what my editor somehow never could: this was not a normal amount of intensity.

Honestly the worst part is both of you are making me look like the organized one.