1912 saw the the completion of two major works: A.C. Pigou's The Economics of Welfare and Franz Kafka's first published short story, "The Judgment."
What the heck...let's look at the first two sentences of these masterpieces.
Pigou:
When a man sets out upon any course of inquiry, the object of his search may be either light or fruit--either knowledge for its own sake or knowledge for the sake of good things to which it leads. In various fields of study these two ideals play parts of varying importance.
Pigou has the hope, one reaching back to Francis Bacon, that humans will be able to learn enough about the world (gain light) so that they can control it and to control for the benefit of all people (knowledge/light that gives fruit). Pigou identifies economics as a fruit-bearing activity.
He hopes that with proper understanding of the economy and a proper understanding of what leads to human welfare, "the authorities" will be able to improve things in our very imperfect world. His book, The Economics of Welfare, is an attempt to provide guidance to the government, certainly filled with men of good will, for improving the human condition.
Pigou, strongly influenced by Millsian liberalism, sees the individual as the most important part of society and he wants to respect people by respecting their individuality and, indeed, their subjectivity.
Pigou's book is thoughtful and still worth reading today. In many ways, public finance has not moved much beyond Pigou's work.
Kafka:
It was a Sunday morning when spring was at its most beautiful. Georg Bendemann, a young businessman, sat in his private room on the second floor of one of the low, jerrybuilt houses that stretched along the river in a long row, hardly distinguishable from one another except for their height and color.
This is a classic Kafka story opening. The first sentence is ordinary, indeed trite: it's a beautiful spring day. Okay, Franz, where are we going with this? Why did you write such an apparently uninspired sentence?
The second sentence, however, shoves us from the trite into the Kafka Zone. Kafka writes: the houses are "hardly distinguishable...except for their height and color." But, but, but...the reader asks...how can the houses be almost indistinguishable if they differ by height and by color? But our narrator says they are "hardly distinguishable." What's going on here? Is the narrator confused or are we confused? Are the houses indistinguishable or not? Help!
And then it gets worse.
The short story goes on to mess with the reader in many ways. You can't trust what any of the characters or even the narrator of the story say. They might be mistaken, they might be lying, and/or they might be crazy. Who knows? Characters switch personalities, perceptions, and beliefs mid-sentence. The story ends with the father of the main character announcing to his son, "I now sentence you to death by drowning!" So the main character goes out and jumps off a bridge. End of story.
Pigou's orderly world waiting to be discovered (light) so that good hearted people can improve the world (fruits) is nowhere to be found in "The Judgment."
Both Pigou and Kafka celebrate individuality and subjectivity but they take these things in very different directions. Pigou is concerned with a tangible and real world with stuff you know. Kafka creates a world in which untethered subjectivity makes us doubt that we can know anything at all. We can't even know what makes people do what they do.
Both writers are also centrally concerned with authority. Pigou believes that those running the show can be made aware of the right thing to do and will then implement the right thing (light leads to fruit). In Kafka's world authority is almost random; it certainly isn't well motivated or good. You can't believe the narrator (who the reader generally trusts). One character who is weak, perhaps senile, and at the mercy of the main character suddenly gains power and authority and sentences the main character to death simply by speaking words. Who has authority, how they get it, and what they use it for is inexplicable in Kafka's story. You can't even trust the author to be straight with you.
All of this, of course, on the eve of World War I and the Russian Revolution. By 1920 the world had changed. Pigou's almost Victorian sense of progress, rationality, good well, and reasonable people running things became harder to maintain. Kafka's fictional dream world seemed more real than people wanted and Kafka beget Eliot's 1922 The Waste Land.
One might also argue that Kafka beget, or more likely foreshadowed, Keynes' 1921 Treatise on Probability in which the objectivity of probability was questioned. By Keynes' General Theory the rational calculating investor was shoved aside by a subjective guess-maker lacking relevant information the future, an investor who had more in common with a Kafka character than he did with Marshall's rational businessman.
As much as I like A.C. Pigou, I have to give this match to Kafka.