I’m about halfway through Kafka’s The Trial. I am reading it on my daily commute and on my lunch break. I like it. The book, that is, though I like the lunch break quite a lot too. Once it is warm enough to go sit outside and read during lunch, I will like it even better. But I won’t be reading The Trial by that point unless something happens that prevents me from finishing it before the end of May.

What I am liking about The Trial so far is that it is so completely absurd but executed without any hint of irony. It has made me think too about the term “kafkaesque.” The situations, mood, and feeling the word describes were around before Kafka ever wrote about them, so what were they called pre-Kafka? Or maybe before Kafka there wasn’t an easy, all encompassing description for it?

After I get off the train in the morning and start my six-block walk to the library, I find myself mulling over possible subtitles for the book. Things like The Trial, Or How to Make People Believe You are Guilty Without Even Trying, and The Trial: Everyone’s Guilty of Something. I had a good one about “Joe” K the other day but it has gone and popped right out of my head. Which reminds me of another book I am lusting after Moonwalking with Einstein (it’s about memory, see the connection?).

On a side note, I finally finished section four in 2666 last night. I can’t tell you what a relief it is to be through reading about dead women and police corruption.

Now, off to do some homework.

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