There is one interesting scene of triumph repeated in both The Trial and The Castle.
K., in an altercation with a hostile bureaucrat, reaches out and grabs his notebook/document bag and keeps it away like a middle school bully, a symbolic act of castration and dominance. When he scornfully tosses it back, the bureaucrat pathetically clings to it like a child given his blankie while K. proudly towers over his cowed adversary.
But it's not a real victory.
When the dust has settled, the bureaucrats have as much power over K. as ever. Made extra clear in The Trial when the audience cheering on said power display in the end, in a chilling reveal, turned out to carry the same uniform as the judge.
The victory was empty. The triumph fleeting. But still, as we as reader stood there with K., it felt SO GOOD.
K. prides himself of his cold head and reason, - but he falls back on childish bully tactics first chance.
And that's one of the most insidious horrors in a Kafka story - the feeling that, at least party, the protagonist deserves what he gets.
If K. was just a bit smarter, or mature, or cold headed and calculating - would he fare as badly? Is his misfortune at least party a punishment for his inadequacy as a human and as an adult?
Sometimes it's said that the eponymous trial is life itself. In that reading, K.s failure is as nothing less than a human being.
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