The Trial by Franz Kafka

I recall reading The Trial in a class in world literature. In the story, Josef K., a bank officer, is arrested on his 30th birthday without a charge or explanation and all attempts to discover more about the reason for the arrest are futile. It ends badly and the reader is left bewildered and puzzled. Kafka exposes the nonsensical and absurd machinations of bureaucracies.

I became interested in Franz Kafka’ s biography. A family picture shows his parents as a large man and stoic woman in a loveless marriage that merely endured. Franz wrote a 47-page letter to his father but never delivered it. Mr. Kafka was a merchant who worshipped money and was a tyrant in his family. His dogged pursuit of wealth diminished his capacity for love or wholeness. Franz lost two brothers when they were infants and was keenly aware of his position in the family as the oldest son. He sought but never received love and approval from his father nor did he experience the joys of marriage and children even though he was engaged to the same woman twice. He was drained of energy and fortitude from a demanding and exacting job in insurance, and he succumbed to tuberculosis. His lifelong friend, Max Brod, published Kafka’s work posthumously even though Kafka had instructed Brod to destroy any remaining unpublished work.

Sources: https://www.britannica.com/biography/Franz-Kafka

Pet Peeves

Most of my days post-retirement, -stroke, and -Covid-19 are mundane and manageable, but occasionally there are several annoyances at once that remind me of my pet peeves. As I was thinking that Kafkaesque was a precise word to describe my dealings with my cable company, labyrinthic came up as a good word to describe my communications with my bank and other businesses. Most calls followed a routine. First, I had to listen to the menu choices. A recorded message said my call was important and to please stay on the line for the next available representative. Sometimes, the message gave me my position in the queue and once, I received a message saying the wait time was approximately 59 minutes. Thankfully, there was an option to leave my name and number and wait for a callback at their convenience. Once I got to a live person, I was told that i reached the wrong number and I’ll be transferred to the correct department, but the representative first explained to the new person the circumstances of the original call.

To return to bed was a definite comfort.

Sources: https://www.britannica.com/biography/Franz-Kafka