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The Castle



We are all thrust into this life without our consent. No one asked us whether we wanted to be here on this planet at all. Once we found ourselves here, we assumed a few roles and started discovering our place on the planet. Some mysterious force out there could snatch the very roots from our souls at any time.

Franz Kafka’s novel, The Castle, is one of the best allegories about this inevitable precariousness of human life. K is the protagonist who has nothing of his own except that initial. He has been assigned the job of Land Surveyor by the Castle in a nameless place. The Castle is a mysterious set of buildings to which no one from the village that exists in its shadow has access. The villagers believe they have a Count living in the Castle, but no one has ever seen him or heard from him or has had any reason to assert that the Count is real. But he is as real for them as is God for most people.

K is informed by the Castle through a messenger that a surveyor is not required by it. K is unwanted, in other words. But K sticks to the place. He decides to gain access to the Castle which shocks the people of the village. No one but a few officials have access to the Castle. The village people meet these officials at the Inn. The landlady of that Inn tells K, “You are not from the Castle, you are not from the village, you aren’t anything.”

But the Castle lets K be, and even gives him two assistants. Not knowing what exactly their duties are, these assistants turn out to be a nuisance to K rather than any assistance. K’s direct superior in the Castle is a man named Klamm. Who is Klamm? No one knows. No one has seen him directly. Not even Barnabas who is Klamm’s messenger has seen him.

K is determined to meet Klamm. He strikes up a friendship with Frieda, who is Klamm’s former mistress from the village, in order to establish a link with Klamm. That doesn’t work, however.

K remains an unhappy, irascible person who aggressively challenges both the arrogant officials and the silly village people. K’s rationality or apparent superiority won’t work here. “I know you can disprove anything,” says Frieda, “but in the end nothing is disproved.”


The world of The Castle is our own world. It is absolutely absurd. People follow certain conventions without ever questioning their validity. They subject themselves to the authority of the officials who claim to get their power from the Castle. If somebody dares to question the officials, that person will be victimised as it happens to Amelia. Amelia refuses to offer her sexual services to the officials and hence her entire family is ostracised by the village.

Kafka shows us how we are free and yet not free. Our freedom is terribly limited by certain social and political institutions. There is also the control of some weird supernatural power that no one really understands.

What do you do in such a world? Kafka won’t answer. The Castle is said to be an unfinished novel. Kafka died while writing it due to tuberculosis. The novel ends with a conversation between K and his landlady.

“What actually is it you are?” “Land Surveyor.” “What’s that?” K explained, the explanation made her yawn. “You’re not telling the truth. Why don’t you tell the truth?” “You don’t tell the truth either.”

And then the conversation glides into a mention of the landlady’s clothes which K describes as “made of good material, pretty expensive, but old-fashioned, fussy, often renovated, worn and not suitable either for your age or for your figure or for your position.” The landlady is highly offended. She accuses K of being “either a fool or a child or a very wicked, dangerous person.” She drives him away but then adds, “I am getting a new dress tomorrow, perhaps I shall send for you.”

That’s the last sentence of the novel. What a way to end a metaphysical novel! Of course, Kafka had left the last sentence incomplete and it is his friend Max Brod who gave the conclusion to the novel. Brod says that Kafka actually wanted to end the novel with K dying in the village and the village people eventually accepting him as a new citizen.

Who is that new citizen? Someone who questions absurd beliefs and practices? Someone who makes his freedom more meaningful? Someone who redefines his life?

The Castle forces us to look at the absurdities we live day in and day out.


PS. This is part of a series being written for the #BlogchatterA2Z Challenge. The previous parts are:
Next to come: A Doll’s House


Comments

  1. Excellent allegory....Keep writing....Since you have the ability and skill to detach yourself from the subject/protagonist of your story or the objects referred to therein, the stories can acquire a different level of objectivity and feel true to the reader. Very few have this quality.

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  2. I am loving your choice of books. Kafka's absurdity is perhaps the only truth about existence.

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    1. I'm happy to hear this, Sonia, that you liked my choice of books. Yes, Kafka is one of the many writers who have abided with me for decades now.

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  3. Identified so much with this line of thinking. No one knows anything, yet everyone pretends to know something

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    1. Maybe, life wouldn't go on without that pretension. Imposing those pretensions as gospel truths on others is the problem, I think.

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  4. This raises so many questions in my mind. It also resurfaces many questions about life and our existence that has been around forever. The fact that we are free and yet not free, rings true, but there seems to be so much more to comprehend from that sentence. Adding this to my list as well. Thankyou for sharing. :)

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    1. Welcome. For this series, I have chosen writers who are capable of subverting our whole thinking process. Yes, that sentence as well as a lot of other sentences in Kafka's novels can bombard us with thoughts and thoughts.

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  5. Kafka's writing is always in layers. By the time we get to understand the top layer, the layer beneath it marks its presence. This one is no exception.
    There is so much of food for thought.
    https://canvaswithrainbow.com/before-its-late/

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  6. I am enjoying how you are reviewing the classics. I loved Kafka's metamorphosis, however couldn't finish reading the castle. Bout after reading this post I have a strong urge to read Castle again and finish it. Thanks for this amazing review.

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    1. I'm happy to have rekindled your urge.

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    2. Freedom could be the ultimate illusion. But the urge to obey without questioning is so wide spread, it rare one's who escape and live to tell the tale.

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    3. Durga ji, it depends on how one defines freedom. There is no absolute freedom anyway. Even the planets up there have to follow their orbits.

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  7. I havent read any of Kafka's work. It is on my TBR for ages now. Your summarization of Castle has piqued my interest. Loved the layered insights and interpretations one can get from this novel. Thanks for sharing about it!

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    1. Do pick up Kafka from the shelf. You'll love him.

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  8. We are free and not yet free. Conventions were designed to prevent society from falling into chaos. Yet, we live in chaos. I haven't read Kafka, added to my list. Thank you for the interesting post.

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    1. Kafka can shake the foundations of your thinking. All the best.

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  9. I have been wanting to read Kafka's books since sometime now... The lines quoted by you make me want to read the books all the more... So true, we are all free but not yet free. But the problem also lies in getting punished if you seek out for that freedom

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    1. No pain, no gain. When you seek freedom you'll have to face obstacles. It's worth it, I can assure you.

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  10. The problem with life is conventionality. We are born and we see and observe things around us, imbibe certain norms and gladly allow our minds to chain us to these norms. Along with this natural process is the fear of ostracism if we dare to be different. A wonderful book you have chosen. Will definitely read it.

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    1. You'll love the book, I think. It's quite unique and provocative.

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