Someone's having a bad hair day.

Anxious writer Franz K. waits for the pharmacy in Prague's old square to open so he can purchase a bottle of his favorite hair tonic. Why are they late? What is wrong with the clerk? Why can't he understand a word he says?

"Kafka's Hairbrush" is an analeptic literary love story. A little pick-me-up.

Can the fretful writer ever settle his nerves?

'Fine and thought provoking, full of insight into the creative process and the obligations of the writer.' Yvonne Thibault

'Dark, unsettling pastiche of the life and times of Franz Kafka slips easily under the skin.' Paul Stein

'Polished, elegant and impeccably written. Never strained or fussy.' Robert Seban