

A Prague insurance clerk whose haunting, bureaucratic nightmares gave the modern age a new word for its deepest anxieties.
Franz Kafka spent his days processing injury claims at the Workers' Accident Insurance Institute in Prague, a job he performed with dutiful competence. By night, he wrote, giving form to a profoundly original and unsettling vision. His stories, like 'The Metamorphosis' where a man wakes as a giant insect, and his unfinished novels 'The Trial' and 'The Castle,' depict individuals crushed by opaque, labyrinthine systems. This fusion of the mundane and the monstrous felt less like fantasy and more like a distorted mirror held up to the emerging 20th century. Plagued by self-doubt, he instructed his friend Max Brod to burn his unpublished work upon his death from tuberculosis at 40. Brod disobeyed, securing Kafka's posthumous status as a literary titan. The term 'Kafkaesque' is now shorthand for the senseless, paralyzing bureaucracy he so vividly captured.
1883–1900
Came of age during World War I. Disillusioned by the carnage, they rejected the certainties of the Victorian era and built modernism from the wreckage — in art, literature, and politics.
Franz was born in 1883, placing them squarely in The Lost Generation. The events that shaped this generation — world wars, depression, and rapid industrialization — shaped the world they entered and the choices available to them.
The biggest hits of 1883
The world at every milestone
First modern Olympic Games held in Athens
Queen Victoria dies, ending the Victorian era
New York City opens its first subway line
The Federal Reserve is established
The Great Kanto earthquake devastates Tokyo
First Winter Olympics held in Chamonix, France
He worked as a lawyer for an insurance company and was reportedly very good at his job, often advocating for worker safety.
He wrote mostly in German, though he lived in Prague.
He asked for his unpublished manuscripts to be destroyed after his death; his literary executor ignored the request.
Much of his work was published posthumously by his friend Max Brod.
“A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”