The Castle

Kafka, Franz, And Muir, Willa (Translated By), And Muir, Edwin (Translated By)

ISBN 10: 0805204156 / ISBN 13: 9780805204155

Published by Schocken Books, New York, 1958

About this Item

Text in English, German. Trade paperback (US). Glued binding. 481 p. Audience: General/trade. Book Condition: Good/very Good. Clean and sharp cornered. Dj Condition: No dj. Writing on front end page. Some underlining. Reading copy. Good. No dust jacket as issued. Seller Inventory # KensBooks2.0024847

Bibliographic Details

Title: The Castle

Publisher: Schocken Books, New York

Publication Date: 1958

Binding: Trade paperback

Edition: Reprint.

About this title

Synopsis:

The Castle is an unfinished novel that feels strangely complete, in which a labyrinthine world is described in simple language and absurd fantasy reveals profound truth.

Review:

They are perhaps the most famous literary instructions never followed: "Dearest Max, my last request: Everything I leave behind me ... in the way of diaries, manuscripts, letters (my own and others'), sketches, and so on, [is] to be burned unread...." Thankfully, Max Brod did not honor his friend Franz Kafka's final wishes. Instead, he did everything within his power to ensure that Kafka's work would find publication--including making some sweeping changes in the original texts. Until recently, the world has known only Brod's version of Kafka, with its altered punctuation, word order, and chapter divisions. Restoring much of what had previously been expunged, as well as the fluid, oral quality of Kafka's original German, Mark Harman's new translation of The Castle is a major literary event.

One of three unfinished novels left after Kafka's death, The Castle is in many ways the writer's most enduring and influential work. In Harman's muscular translation, Kafka's text seems more modern than ever, the words tumbling over one another, the sentences separated only by commas. Harman's version also ends the same way as Kafka's original manuscript--that is, in mid-sentence: "She held out her trembling hand to K. and had him sit down beside her, she spoke with great difficulty, it was difficult to understand her, but what she said--." For anyone used to reading Kafka in his artificially complete form, the effect is extraordinary; it is as if Kafka himself had just stepped from the room, leaving behind him a work whose resolution is the more haunting for being forever out of reach.