You know a writer has made their mark when their name ends up becoming used as an adjective: Dickensian and Orwellian spring to mind of course, but we also occasionally see Shavian to describe George Bernard Shaw’s didactic commitment to social purpose, Wellsian to describe a futurism reminiscent of H G Wells, or Tolkienesque for anything with elves or wizards in it. My favourite is Kafkaesque, which describes a nightmarish bureaucratic dystopia, a familiar theme to anyone who has tried to sort out a non-standard transaction with PayPal.
Franz Kafka (1883–1924) was born into a German-Jewish family in Prague and is widely regarded as one of the major figures of 20th century literature. His work typically features characters facing surrealistic predicaments and faceless bureaucratic powers, and thus Kafka explores themes of alienation and existential anxiety. Few of his works were published in his lifetime, and all his best-known works such as Die Verwandlung (The Metamorphosis), Der Process (The Trial), and Das Schloss (The Castle) were published posthumously. In fact, Kafka had instructed in his will that these unpublished works be destroyed but, fortunately for posterity, his friend and executor Max Brod ignored his wishes.
I read The Castle as a young man travelling the world and spending lots of time in consulates procuring visas, and I remember being hooked. Fortunately, although I spent many an hour in consular waiting areas, my own experience of bureaucracy never matched that of “K.”, the unfortunate protagonist who arrives in a village and struggles to make headway with the shady authorities who govern from the castle on the hill.
K. spends much of the novel trying to secure a meeting with Klamm, the elusive official who might – just might – be able to stamp the necessary forms and obtain for K. his hoped-for residency in the village. Sadly, K. is frustrated at every turn, not least by Klamm’s gatekeeping secretary, Momus.
The novel was unfinished at the time of Kafka’s death from tuberculosis in 1924, though Kafka apparently told Max Brod that K. would continue to grapple with the castle authorities until his death: they would notify him on his deathbed that his “legal claim to live in the village was not valid, yet, taking certain auxiliary circumstances into account, he was permitted to live and work there”. A suitably ironic conclusion.
