uRadiate Daily Rave #25: Kafka-esque Romance For all you devotees of The Metamorphosis out there, brace yourselves: It turns out Franz Kafka was a closet porn fiend. A recent "tell-all" biography by British author James Hawes describes how the literary icon amassed a huge stash of skin mags at his mom's house, where he lived for most of his adult life. The book, Excavating Kafka, even includes some of the offending material, which Hawes recreated himself. (It seems Kafka's fetish was bestiality.) Why James Hawes felt the need to draw pictures of late Victorian era women having sex with animals instead of leaving this to the reader's imagination remains unclear—but that's probably best saved for another book. Excavating Kafka does raise an interesting question, however: Why is it that certain ingenious creative types enjoy X-rated entertainment? Kafka even took it to the next level, often choosing to unwind at local brothels after a hard day's work. (He hid this from his mom, too.) Yet he still managed to carry on a few torrid and lasting affairs. Maybe it was his way with words. I would date someone with a massive porn collection if that person: Didn't live with his or her parents Was able to forgive my own freakish quirks Was brilliantly creative, rich, good-looking—or all three Could help me build and diversify my own massive porn collection Also kept a copy of The Metamorphosis on hand   USER:   uRadiate None of the uRadiate team has read Kafka since college, and even then they mostly relied on the Cliff's Notes.