The Metamorphosis has lived up to its many accolades. When a short story keeps you thinking long after its finished, it is a sure sign of a classic. Gregor Samsa wakes up as some sort of vermin, and despite his rosy interpretation of his family's reaction to this surprise, their care, attention and love for the only once-productive member of the family rapidly diminishes to zero.
Is it a statement on the state of a capitalist work-obsessed society, or rather focused on family dynamics and how one can completely drain a well-meaning loved one of energy and financial means and quickly forget him in his own moment of need? I can't say, as every reader finds their own interpretation with the Metamorphosis.