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| Ill. fra Rudolf Noeltes filmatisering (jfr. to innlegg nedenfor). Michael Haneke har også filmatisert Slottet. |
The devil has a library. Alongside Necronomicon and Malleus
Maleficarum, you can find a copy of Franz Kafka's The Castle. To read this is
to know pain. This book is an ungodly torment. It doesn't even have proper
paragraph division. There are paragraphs that contain chapters inside
themselves. How much of a mind twist is that? Wall of text of death! The
narrative unravels in a feverish and dream-like state and never breaks from it.
Nevertheless, I manage to finish reading this sucker. Oh! I am the baddest
motherfucker alive and I wasn't going to give up just like that. While reading
The Castle, I experienced nausea, boredom, anxiety, nervous breakdown and
unsurpassed rage. I survived through it all. I half expected that, in the last
chapter, Franz Kafka would reveal this book as being a big joke. He would
congratulate the reader for reading thus far and offer his sincerest apologizes
for such torture. It never happened. I hear he died before finishing The
Castle. Maybe that was his intended ending.
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