Trilogia della città di K.

The structure feels deliberately disorienting, making me question what’s real. I wonder if this was planned from the start or evolved during writing.

The stories really made me think about how fragile our grasp on reality is. It’s fascinating how Kristóf crafts such an unsettling atmosphere.

The historical context adds layers of meaning, but I’m curious about how much of that was intentional versus shaped by the stories’ universality.