One of the most struggling things in reading this book is figuring out what “role” I’m really supposed to play. The text is confusing and strange, and I’m left feeling just as bewildered about The Trial as K. is about.. well, the trial. In that way, our first readerly role would be in the position of K. himself. We have no idea what’s going on or what the world we’re entering into is like, only that this strange arrest has been placed onto a man named Joseph K., and everyone else in the world seems to think it’s nothing out of the ordinary.
The nature of this novel makes it very hard to “submit” to the text. However, the only way you can get through it is if you do just that. There is a clear parallel here with how K. must act; he resists the authority that’s telling him what to do without giving any explanation, but he has no choice but to go along with what he’s told to do. As the story progresses, K. gets more and more weary at the workings of his trial, and it starts to take a toll on him emotionally and physically— and at that point, we readers are right there along with him. Even the structure of the words on the page itself, arranged in large blocks of continuous text with little to no paragraph breaks or breaks for dialogue (whether initially formatted that way or not) which make the pages that much more daunting and confusing. It would seem that the ideal narrative audience for this book is someone who is extremely well at adapting to this kind of offensively inaccessible language. And I’m pretty sure that person doesn’t really exist.
However, in this same vein maybe I am just having difficulty in finding a submissive readerly role that I can actually subscribe to. I went into reading this book with the advice to “let it be weird”, so I was already expecting it to be difficult to get into. This could be acting as a barrier to me; it’s easier to fall into the idea that this book is intrinsically unreachable instead of constructing the reader who can reach it. Assuming that it’s going to be impossible to be the reader the text wants me to be sort of ensures that it will be.
Provided that’s true, the authorial audience (as in, the audience Kafka had in mind while writing this book) would have to be someone who WOULD get lost in the working of this world and the plot of this book, because we’re meant to be just as lost, exhausted, and hopeless as K. is. This book is commentating on this kind of extreme corruption, this dystopian system of unwritten rules and regulations that exploit the innocent for inconceivable reasons.
The message of this book seems to fall pretty deeply in line with the general thought of existential nihilism— as I understand it, the idea that nothing we do matters and that we’ll all be subjected to powers completely beyond our control until we die, so there’s no point in trying to change our fate because we are insignificant to the workings of the universe. Or something like that.
In the end of the novel (which by the way, Kafka never truly “finished”, which may explain some things), Joseph K. is taken away by anonymous officers of the court and brutally stabbed in the heart. He dies, alone, still searching for help and for answers. K.’s last words are a shocked exclamation about his execution; “Like a dog!’ he said: it was as if he meant the shame of it to outlive him” (211). No matter what K. did, we as readers are left with the feeling that this is the fate that would have become of him. As Amanda correctly predicted in the second blog for this book, this story absolutely did not have a happy ending for Joseph K.
As a final note, I want to bring up the question of who the strange figure is meant to be at the end of the novel, as K. is approaching his death. The narrator describes it as “a human figure, faint and insubstantial” and then goes on to ask, as if in K.’s mind, “Who was it? A friend? A good man? Someone who wanted to help?” (210). In my mind, the unidentifiable person could symbolize the reader: in the distance, potentially wishing to assist K. for we know he was wronged, but unable to do anything at all.