Franz kafka was a great Czech writer
who has come to own a part of human emotional spectrum,
which we can now call the KAFKAESQUE ,
and which thanks to him,
we are able better to recognise, and gain a measure of perspective over
and relief from.
Kafka’s world isn’t pleasant.
It feels in many ways like a nightmare
and yet it’s a place where many of us will, even if only for a time,
in the dark periods of our lives, end up.
We are in the world defined by Kafka when we feel powerless in front of authority,
当我们在当权者 法官们 贵族们 实业家们
judges, aristocrats, industrialists, politicians
and most of all: fathers.
When we feel that our destiny is out of our control,
when we are bullied, humiliated and mocked by society
and especially by our own families.
We are in Kafka’s orbit when we’re ashamed of our bodies, of our sexual urges
and feel that the best thing for us might be to be killed
or squashed without mercy
as if we are inconvenient and rather disgusting bed bug.
Franz Kafka was born in Prague in 1883,
the eldest child of a terrifyingly, psychologically abusive father
and a mother who was too weak
and in all of her husband to protect her boy as she should have done.
Kafka grew up timid, bookish, meek
卡夫卡生来腼腆 喜爱读书 性格温和
and full of self-hatred.
He wanted to become a writer
but it was out of the question in his father’s eyes,
so one of the greatest German literary geniuses since Goethe
was forced to spend his brief life
on Earth working in a series of jobs utterly beneath him:
in a lawyer office and then an insurance company.
He had a number of unsuccessful relationships with women,
he couldn’t marry or raise a family
and was tormented by the strength of his sex drive,
which made him constantly turn to brothels and pornography.
Kafka published very little in his lifetime:
just three collections of short stories
including his best-known work, The Metamorphosis,
and he was entirely obscured and unnoticed.
His gigantic posthumous reputation is based on three novels:
The Trial, The Castle and America,
which were all unfinished because Kafka was so dissatisfied with them.
He gave orders that they be destroyed after his death.
Fortunately for Humanity, these were disobeyed.
对人类文明来说 幸运的是 他的遗嘱并未被执行
It shouldn’t sound prurient or reductive to suggest that
one of the major keys to understanding Kafka
is to fathom the nature of his relationship with his father.
Kafka never wrote directly about this man in any of his works
but the psychology of the novels
is directly related to the dynamicshe endured
as the very unfortunate son of Hermann Kafka
Any boy who has ever felt inadequate in front of,
or unloved by a powerful father,
will at once relate to what Kafka went through in his childhood.
In November 1919,
at the age of 36, five years before his death,
Kafka wrote a forty-seven page letter to Hermann
in which he tried to explain
how his childhood had deformed him.
Like many victims of abuse,
Kafka never stopped hoping for some kind of forgiveness
from the person who had so wronged him.
“Dearest father”, went the letter.
“You asked me recently why I maintain that I’m so afraid of you.
As usual I was unable to think of any answer to your question
partly for the very reason that I am afraid of you
and partly because an explanation of the grounds for this fear
would mean going into far more details
than I could ever keep in mind while talking”.
The grown Kafka abased himself before this father.
“What I would have needed was a little encouragement, a little friendliness
but I wasn’t fit for that.
What was always incomprehensible to me
was your total lack of feeling for the suffering and shame
you could inflict on me with your words and judgments.
It was that you have no notion of your power”.
Kafka complained of one particularly traumatic incident
when as a young boy he called out for a glass of water
and his irritable father pulled the boy out of his bed,
carried him out onto the balcony
and left him there to freeze in nothing but his nightshirt.
Kafka writes: “I was quite obedient after that period
but it did me so much incalculable inner harm.
Even years afterwards
I suffered from the tormenting fancy that
the huge man, my father, the ultimate authority,
总觉得这个巨人 我的父亲 这个最高权威
would come almost for no reason at all
and take me out of bed in the night and carry me out onto the balcony
and that meant I was a mere nothing for him”.
Boys need their father’s permission to become men
and Hermann Kafka didn’t give Franz a chance. “
At a very early stage you forbade me to speak.
Your threat: “not a word of contradiction”
and the raised hand that accompanied it have been with me ever since”.
Franz’s sense of inadequacy was total.
“I was weighed down by your mere physical presence,
I remember for instance how often we undressed in the same bathing hut.
There was I: skinny, weekly, slight.
我瘦削 羸弱 窄肩膀
You: strong, tall, broad.
你强壮 高大 宽肩膀
I felt a miserable specimen.
When we stepped out, you holding me by my hand,
a little skeleton, unsteady, frightened of the water
incapable of copying your swimming strokes;
I was frantic with desperation.
It could hardly have been worse, except it was.
Kafka finished the letter, gave it to his mother Julie to pass to Hermann
but, typical of her weakness and cowardice, she didn’t.
然而 由于她的个性软弱怯懦 她并没有照做
She held onto it for a few days,
then returned it to Franz and advised that it would be better
if her busy, hard working husband never had to read such a thing.
The poor son lacked the courage ever to try again.
In The Judgment, Kafka’s great short story, written in 1912;
a young businessman, Georg, is engaged to be married
and lives in a flat with his widowed father.
He’s about to get away from home.
The father is old and frail.
Georg tucks him up in bed
but then the father mysteriously regains his strength,
springs upright, towers over Georg
and denounces him for betraying everyone,
his friend, his father and the memory of his mother.
Georg can make only feeble protests.
Eventually the father condemns Georg to death by drowning
and Georg obediently rushes out and plunges into the nearby river.
After passing sentence, the father cries out:
“You were an innocent child, really,
but at heart you were a diabolical human being”.
The idea of horrific, arbitrary judgment
was to be a constant in Kafka’s fiction:
it reappears in the unfinished novel
The Trial, written two years later.
But now Kafka had developed it away from a father
to a vast legal apparatus
with judges, lawyers, guards and extensive bureaucratic procedures.
包括了法官 律师 警卫和一系列官僚程序
When Joseph K is arrested on the morning of his 30th birthday,
he isn’t told what he is charged with.
He barely makes any attempt to find out.
He feel so guilty inside,
he just knows that he deserves punishment.
He does try to declare in court that he’s innocent,
still without knowing what the charge is
and hires a lawyer
but the court gradually grinds him down.
He becomes unable to think of anything.
Words fail him,
he can no longer do his job properly
and is defeated in the game of office politics.
Finally, a year after his arrest,
two grotesque looking officials come to Joseph case flat,
they lead him to a quarry outside the city
and execute him by plunging a knife into his heart.
Between The Judgment and The Trial,
Kafka wrote The Metamorphosis,
a short story in which a traveling salesman, Gregor Samsa,
wakes up one morning transformed into an insect akin to a beetle or a bed bug.
It’s a story of self-disgust, about the treachery of family
and like The Trial, about terrifying arbitrary power.
When Gregor crawls across the floor,
he is in danger of being stamped on by his own father.
Gregor’s family find they manage quite well without him.
They can fine him to his room and chuck rubbish at him.
The family hold a council
and decide that the insect in the bedroom can’t really be Gregor.
They start to refer to the insect as “it” instead of “him”.
They decide that somehow the insect has to go.
Gregor, listening, agrees and dies quietly.
格雷戈尔听着 默认了 选择了静静地死去
After Gregor’s death,
the family are slightly ashamed of their behavior,
but only slightly.
Kafka suffered from ill health for a lot of his life.
In 1924 when he was forty-one,
he developed laryngeal tuberculosis,
which prevented him from eating almost anything without huge pain.
He wrote a short story, his last, called The Hunger Artist.
It tells the story of a public performer
who makes his living undertaking fasts for the pleasure of the public.
One time he manages to fast for forty days
but gradually the hunger artist’s audience gets bored of his work.
However hard he fasts,
they’re no longer impressed.
He gets put in a dirty old cage and weakens terribly.
Before he dies he asks forgiveness and confesses
临死时 他请求宽恕 并忏悔说
that he should never have been admired
since the reason he was simply
that he couldn’t find any food he enjoyed.
Shortly after he dies,
he’s replaced in his cage by a panther,
an animal full of vigor whom the crowd love
and who has a voracious appetite.
A few days after finishing The Hunger Artist,
and was buried in the Jewish cemetery in Prague.
Within a few years of his death,
his reputation began.
By the Second World War,
he was recognized as one of the greatest writers of The Age.
Notwithstanding, all his close family
were gassed by the Germans in the Holocaust.
He is a monument in German literary history
and at the same time
he is a sad, ashamed, part of us all.
他也是一个悲哀的 怀有羞耻感的 和我们一样的人
Kafka once wrote
the task of literature is to reconnect us with feelings
that might otherwise be unbearable to study
but which desperately need our attention.
“A book must”, he wrote,
“be the axe for the frozen sea within us”.
His books were among the most touching, frightening
and accurate axes ever written.
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