Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Kafkaesque

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

It’s close to nine in the evening and I have just finished reading Franz Kafka’s The Trial (1925), a book which I have been reading intermittently since New Year’s Eve. The first paragraph of the book's last chapter goes like this:

The evening before K.'s thirty-first birthday - it was about nine o'clock in the evening, the time when the streets were quiet - two men came to where he lived. In frock coats, pale and fat, wearing top hats that looked like they could not be taken off their heads. After some brief formalities at the door of the flat when they first arrived, the same formalities were repeated at greater length at K.'s door. He had not been notified they would be coming, but K. sat in a chair near the door, dressed in black as they were, and slowly put on new gloves which stretched tightly over his fingers and behaved as if he were expecting visitors.

Reading such passage the night before my very own thirsty-first birthday is, in way, Kafkaesque in itself. I just hope there won’t be any men wearing frock coats and top hats knocking at my door tonight.

4 comments:

Kayni said...

K. acted cool even with the unexpected visitors. If that happens to you, just stay cool, put on your best dress and boots...lol.

What are you doing for you birthday?

jacqueline said...

happy birthday!

if unexpected visitors knock on your door tonight, perhaps they'll just deliver D's bouquet of roses! :)

dinadelias said...

so, were there any MIBs on your door last night?

you have, since high school been a wonderful, delightfully straightforward, and great friend- i am thankful that you are and that the years have only made you better.

HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Angeli said...

hi kayni. i'd definitely do that. K was about to be escorted to his execution so i might as well dress my best, just in case. :)

i am actually in the office right now. doing what i ordinarily do on a weekday.

hello jacqueline. roses really do melt my heart. :) thanks for the greeting and your sweet note this morning. what a nice way to start the day. :)

hey dina. there were no MIBs. i waited but they didn't come! throughout the years, you have been such a good friend to me, too. thank you for staying in my life despite the distance. i hope to see you soon. :)

 
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