Kafka is a phenomenal existence. Although he was as unknown as Van Gogh before his death, he shocked the world after his death. Van Gogh's fame is due to his younger brother Theo, and Kafka is due to his friend Broder, because his friend did not follow his will and burned all the manuscripts, but arranged and published them, which made the world see that life was only 4 1 year old but shocked the history of literature and influenced Kafka-style works of countless writers.
Kafka is a bit like Li Shangyin, an ancient poet in China. His works are difficult to interpret, and it seems that they can be interpreted from any angle. Different people reading at different times may give the opposite answer. This is the real charm of literary works. Just like a dream of red mansions, when I was young, I only saw pure love. Girls are made of water, and marriage seems to be the beginning of depravity. What you see in middle age is historical humanity, and perhaps what you see in old age is an inescapable fate.
When I see the word "trial", I inevitably think of what Christianity calls "doomsday trial", and I always feel that there will be a rebel to resist all irrationality. In the end, everyone is happy, or a heroic tragedy. But this is definitely not Kafka.
Kafka's books are always a little depressing, dull and unhurried. It seems that he is always slowing down the camera, using prudent reasoning, like walking a maze, and he doesn't know the ending until the last moment. It is also like constantly exploring and advancing in the endless mountain road, testing people's patience. Modern people who are used to fast food have no appetite for reading his books. Only in the cold winter, when you are stimulated, or when you need to concentrate on quiet and do something that consumes your brain, his books are your best choice.
Kafka didn't publish many works before his death. Maybe he really wrote only for himself, so his book is full of sincere metaphors. No entertainment to death, no drunkenness, some calm and depressed, some sober and absurd, some thought-provoking.
Speaking of the book "Trial", I saw on the cover that "all legal discourses in the West are just Kafka's footnotes". Then I read the hotbed of the last law-Kafka Postscript translated by Mr. Venzel, and combined with the reading guide, corrected my impression deviation. It should be more appropriate to translate this book into litigation.
The novel is about a man named K who was arrested on his thirtieth birthday, but he didn't lose his personal freedom. He can still go to work, but he must check regularly. But no one told me what crime he had committed. He looked for lawyers, painters and priests himself, but without success. Before his 3 1 birthday, a sharp knife stabbed him in the heart. He died, and his shame lasted for a long time. Because everyone can be an innocent K.
He died, and a man was accused of being anonymous. Finally, like a dog, he disappeared into the darkness without saying a word.
K's death is also like the martyrdom of Christ. His reasons for seeking a trial are useless, and it can be said that he is in a fog and the charges are gone. After his numerous unsuccessful appeals for help, the High Court still exists in every attic. He can't touch it He will never walk through that door. Whether the janitor lied to him or he fooled himself, at the end of his life, he still knew nothing about the whole legal system. He knows a lot of odds and ends, but it is still equal to the blind touching the elephant.
He is not the only one on trial, but it seems that only he must find out the reason for the trial. After years of litigation, many people are exhausted and willing to be manipulated like puppets. For example, grain merchants, from cheerfully seeking the help of lawyers to actively getting out of trouble, completely forgot why they were controlled by these people.
The description of the court is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. The court is mixed in the residential building, and the air is dirty. Opening the window is the air polluted by soot. Doors and windows are locked, corridors are grotesque, and people seem to supervise each other unconsciously all the time. I don't know if this is a symbol, which symbolizes that people's lives are closely related to the law everywhere and can't distinguish each other. Man is law, and law is man. For example, the relationship between judges and lawyers, the law is a personal law after all, but the personal law is flawed after all. "A person's conviction often depends unexpectedly on a sentence that anyone occasionally said." This sentence does not seem out of date now.
Correct understanding and wrong understanding of the same thing are not completely mutually exclusive. This sentence shocked me, as Fitzgerald said, "It is a sign of first-class wisdom to hold two completely opposite ideas at the same time and act normally."
After reading this book, I don't know whether I should continue to believe in Roman Roland's motto "The real heroism is to love life after recognizing the truth". Perhaps only "first-class wisdom" can help us do this.
Kafka said that a book should be like a sharp axe, splitting our frozen hearts. It can be seen that words should be sharp-edged and ideas should be brilliant. When Marquez first read Metamorphosis, he exclaimed that the original novel could be written like this. This strange writing can be called a literary earthquake, which really accords with people's confused, pessimistic and lonely mentality after World War I.
Kafka said that his ideal life is to stay in the innermost room of a spacious and closed cellar, holding a pen and paper and a lamp. The food was delivered by someone and placed behind the first door in the cellar farthest from me. It will be my only walk to walk around all the rooms in the cellar in my pajamas to find food.
Living like a mole, he is pessimistic and world-weary. He can't find a better way to comfort his soul except writing.
Kafka was born in a middle-class family. His father is tall and cold, and he is the authority he has to fight against all his life. He is timid and unable to express himself in normal social situations. Pen and paper are his only weapons. He had tuberculosis, which was incurable at that time. Just like Proust feels love in pain and the subtle emotions in life. Kafka also experienced the absurdity and helplessness of existence in the test of spirit and flesh.
Maybe he's right. What human beings fear most is emptiness and boredom, so they will set various goals and pay various meanings to fill the huge gap in life. Humans dare not face the huge gap in reality. Especially today's human beings, experiencing the alienation of science and technology, have been reluctant to let their brains relax completely for a minute. Even if you wait for the traffic lights for dozens of seconds, you have to take a look at the WeChat circle of friends to brush Tik Tok, or even take a look at the hours on your mobile phone. You don't have time to enjoy the trees on the street and the white clouds in the sky. Su Dongpo said that without a master, idle people are masters. Only when you are completely immersed in the present experience and deeply aware of your eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body can you live, not just survive.
Although the world was so painful, Kafka picked up a pen and paper and built a lighthouse for himself. At least writing is his only comfort. He said: "I am not interested in literature, but I am made of literature. I can't be anything else. "It can be seen that everyone has their own way of redemption. It may be writing, painting, handcraft, knitting, carpentry, gardening, food. No matter how insignificant and unworthy it is in the eyes of the world, we should never give up on ourselves. Because that's where our souls are placed, sacred and inviolable, and everyone should have it.
Kafka's books are all obscure except Metamorphosis, which may be a translation problem, because Kafka was born in Czech Republic, but he speaks German. German and French are languages with strict logic, so it is difficult for a person who is not proficient in German and has deep internal skills in Chinese to translate his works well, at least it is difficult to get the essence.
Although I have seen Metamorphosis, it may not be so shocking because everyone has said it, but sometimes I often wonder what will happen if people are really alienated? The spot on the wall turned out to be a fly. If the person around you suddenly becomes an animal you hate or fear, will you really pay for him? Does love have a lot to do with population appearance? Love is not completely unconditional? If you become your favorite animal, that's another matter. Maybe you'll see yourself in it, past lives. Because people's emotions are the first, there is no emotion, only reason, and people can't perform a single behavior.
Kafka is known as the pioneer of western modernist literature and expressionism. His greatest contribution is describing the alienation and loneliness of human beings in modern society. I think his greatness is because he entered the depths of everyone's soul and magnified it for us with a text microscope.
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