Kafka is posthumously idolized by purveyors of angst and suffered from numerous woes:
(1) guilt not having been a good son(Letter to My Father)
(2) existential malaise and morphing into a despised insect(The Roach)
(3) having to fears of self hate despite his good looks and charm
His writing is sometimes austere, most often in the first person and really was not noticed until after his death - I was forced to read Kafka when I had a collection of CS Lewis on hand during my school days in Baltimore. The more I read, the more I empathized with his veiws and found a lot of the aspects of my own life embedded in his stories.
There are numerous collections of which this is one(I dont own this particular one) - you really cant go wrong as long as there are no obvious typos and hence should focus on the quality of the imprint itself.