Nov. 7, 1907 – (Court Year) – “Then, with Kafka at Café Louvre, we read Laforgue. Beautiful, gentle hours, in which I feel truly and completely secure.”
- Max Brod's diary, 1907.11.7
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Nov. 7, 1907 – (Court Year) – “Then, with Kafka at Café Louvre, we read Laforgue. Beautiful, gentle hours, in which I feel truly and completely secure.”
- Max Brod's diary, 1907.11.7
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, beginning of August 1922
69 Fräulein S.] Emmy Salveter, Max Brod's lover
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, January 1919
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, 1919.2.6
Dear Franz, Why no word from you? — I am still as constantly on the move as I have been since October, but I fear this movement is slowly becoming hollow. You really shouldn't leave me entirely to my fate, but rather take a little care of my soul, which is growing coarsened by politics. — It sounds impressive, for instance, that the English envoy came to tea with me this Monday; yet the experience amounts to nothing more than a certain superficial novelty, and even that fails to sink deep enough into me. The impact of political successes is almost invariably disappointing; everything simply drags on without coming to a decisive conclusion. My sole yearning in this regard, to establish clear and stable conditions for the Jewish people, seems destined to go unfulfilled — for even partial successes such as those highlighted in the latest issue of Selbstwehr do nothing to alter the general apathy. Thus, it is solely my fear for the fate of our people that drives me onward. Today, for example, I dreamt that I was in a school where Eastern Jewish children, both girls and boys, were being taught by monks. In an open courtyard, they were erecting a sukkah. Then, one by one, much like during an examination, they sang Yiddish folk songs. A young girl showed me a neat, thick exercise book filled with bookkeeping exercises. I thanked the clerics (inwardly) and rejoiced that the children were being trained for practical life while simultaneously preserving their cultural heritage. Then I asked a dark-haired lad: "And how are you getting on with your religious studies?" At first, he replied that they were not studying religion at all — but then he produced a black book with a gold-embossed cross on its cover. Every single child there had been baptized, every one of them. I threw myself to the ground and wept so violently that I woke myself up. — Incidentally: your sister’s marriage is constantly on my mind. — And other worries, too: In Vienna, the Poale Zion are casting their votes along German-Socialist lines, voting against the National Council of which they themselves are members. The Bundists, meanwhile, are voting against Palestine. The situation regarding Palestine remains entirely unclear. The Orthodox community is holding its own congress in Switzerland to take a stand against the Zionists. — The Prague National Council is the only one in which a conflict between the Zionists, the Orthodox, and the Poale Zion has so far been averted. I may say that this is to my credit. — But what an effort! Now, I have more to tell than I have time for. But what about you? Surely you have time. Am I to believe that your long silence is due to some physical or mental indisposition???? Yours, Max Do you read Selbstwehr??
- Max Brod to Franz Kafka, 1919.2.1
in the latest "Selbstwehr"] The Selbstwehr of January 31, 1919, reported in detail on expressions of sympathy by Masaryk and other ministers for Zionism and National Judaism.
Sukkah] Sukka—the term for the booth (the dwelling prescribed for the days of the festival of Sukkot).
Your sister's marriage] Ottla Kafka intended to marry Dr. Josef David (1891–1962), a nationally minded Czech of the Catholic faith—a step that Brod (as, incidentally, did her parents) considered ill-advised. Cf. O 65. The marriage did not take place until July 15, 1920.
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, 1909.3.23
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, 1910.5.27
4 Schalengasse] Max Brod was living at his parents’ house on Schalengasse.
On May 27, 1910, Brod wrote in his diary: “A lovely letter from Kafka: a pebble, Walser, George.” The volume by Stefan George in question is possibly Das Jahr der Seele or Die Bücher der Hirten- und Preisgedichte, der Sagen und Sänge und der hängenden Gärten; the copy of Walser’s Jakob von Gunten has survived; the pebble stone has also survived to this day.
Max Brod was deeply moved by Kafka's words about cherishing friendship as enduring as pebbles, and the next afternoon, after work, he rushed to meet Kafka. They went to the sun-drenched banks of the Moldau River, where they rowed and swam for several hours. When they were tired, they lay in the sun. That evening, to deepen and solidify their friendship, they went to Café to discuss their long-planned trip to Paris.
Brod's diary entry of May 28 (which I can't read)
How many days have again gone silently by; today is 28 May. Have I not even the resolution to take this penholder, this piece of wood, in my hand every day? I really think I do not. I row, ride, swim, lie in the sun. Therefore my calves are good, my thighs not bad, my belly will pass muster, but my chest is very shabby and if my head set low between my shoulders –
Kafka's diary entry of May 28
Anyway, Happy Birthday to Max!
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, 1908.11.21
18 Maidservant] Max Brod’s novella Ein tschechisches Dienstmädchen [A Czech Maidservant], Berlin, 1909.
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, 1911.5.27
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, 1910.5.27
4 Schalengasse] Max Brod was living at his parents’ house on Schalengasse.
On May 27, 1910, Brod wrote in his diary: “A lovely letter from Kafka: a pebble, Walser, George.” The volume by Stefan George in question is possibly Das Jahr der Seele or Die Bücher der Hirten- und Preisgedichte, der Sagen und Sänge und der hängenden Gärten; the copy of Walser’s Jakob von Gunten has survived; the pebble stone has also survived to this day.
Max Brod was deeply moved by Kafka's words about cherishing friendship as enduring as pebbles, and the next afternoon, after work, he rushed to meet Kafka. They went to the sun-drenched banks of the Moldau River, where they rowed and swam for several hours. When they were tired, they lay in the sun. That evening, to deepen and solidify their friendship, they went to Café to discuss their long-planned trip to Paris.
Brod's diary entry of May 28 (which I can't read)
How many days have again gone silently by; today is 28 May. Have I not even the resolution to take this penholder, this piece of wood, in my hand every day? I really think I do not. I row, ride, swim, lie in the sun. Therefore my calves are good, my thighs not bad, my belly will pass muster, but my chest is very shabby and if my head set low between my shoulders –
Kafka's diary entry of May 28
Anyway, Happy Birthday to Max!
questionnaire by Brod, filled out by Kafka, June 1921
Weight Gain? 8 kg Total Weight? over 65 kg Objective Lung Exam Results? the doctor's secret, presumably good Body Temperature? generally no fever Respiration? not great, on a cold night is the condition like during winter Signature: the only question that makes me feel a bit embarrassed
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, 1910.2.18
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, 1910.3.12
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, New Year's Greeting Card, 1909 (not sent through the mail)
32 Arco] Café frequented by writers and artists, on Hybernergasse (also the banner of the daily Maxfka blog)
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, ca. 1921.3.11
- Franz Kafka to Elsa Brod, 1917.12.19
- Franz Kafka to Max Brod, 1917.12.18/19