I’M SUPPOSED TO WONDER WHY Gregor Samsa is a cockroach. Not how. Why.
That’s the way Mrs. Dodd says we need to think if we’re going to analyze The Metamorphosis.
Otherwise, the how
gets distracting. Apparently, Franz Kafka didn’t want us questioning how
it’s possible that some guy could wake up one morning as a cockroach. We’re supposed to focus on why
he would be a giant, hideous insect, to ask why
it had to happen to him and nobody else, to wonder why
his family doesn’t care.
It feels pretty familiar, actually: all those why