This short story/novel is suppose to set a mark as one of the best in the early twentieth century. It was good and could be dissected on many different levels and each reader interpreting it in their own way.
The reader is introduced to Gregor Samsa right from the beginning as he awakes to find himself transformed into some type of beetle. Here is where the interpretation takes shape. Was he a literal insect, or was their a transformation that takes place that makes him feel as such. This story could relate well to the current state of mental illness in our country and how we handle it. Do we just ignore it as it is not there or do we care for those that have fallen ill, like Gregor’s sister does?
The many levels of the story are genius and are worth a ponder.