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The Tenant is somewhere between The Trial and The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka and it is full of Kafkian anxieties and fears.
Instead of the sinister bureaucratic machine, there are wicked landlord and neighbours. And paranoia is capable to change anybody into anything.

‘I wonder what someone who could read my mind would think, if he were walking beside me now.�
This was a question he often asked himself. Occasionally, he would even play at making up problems for the unknown mind reader to solve. He would say all kinds of things to him; sometimes telling him the truth about himself, and at other times just being crude and insulting. Then, as if he were talking on the telephone, he would pause suddenly in his narrative and listen for a reply. Quite obviously he never got one.
‘He would probably think that I’m homosexual.�
But he wasn’t homosexual, he didn’t have a sufficiently religious mind for that. Every homosexual is a sort of would-be Christ. And Christ, Trelkovsky thought, was a homosexual whose eyes were larger than his belly’s appetite. People like that simply wanted to bleed for humanity; it was nauseating.
‘I suppose I think that way because I am a man, after all. God knows what I might think if I had been born a woman…�

The Tenant is a dark psychedelic trip into the depths of a sick human consciousness.
When one is mad, every monstrosity becomes real and a conspiracy theory starts working smoothly.