In the dining room, the waitress who served them yesterday signals towards the breakfast buffet and invites them to help themselves. She asks if they’d like tea or coffee. Toast?
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Guest article by Frances Kay
‘If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, then why do we read it? So that it shall make us happy? Good God, we should also be happy if we had no books..... A book must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen within us.’ [Kafka, aged 20]
I identify with Kafka's passionate viewpoint, and, as a writer, it has set me an almost impossible task. My new novel is a dystopia - it flowed from my pen with refreshing cataracts of anger and bitter humour against the brutal, chaotic, society I created; dystopia is a perfect metaphor, and a safe one, behind whose barriers we can snipe at what we know and hate.