When a land surveyor, known only as “K.”, is summoned to the Village, he is forced to negotiate an obscure hierarchy – among assistants & messengers, chambermaids, landladies, masters & mistresses. But how is he to receive his instructions from the Castle when no one knows what his employer looks like, telephones ring unanswered, & there is anyway no land to survey? A piercing study in futility, Kafka’s final masterpiece ends – much like life itself – in mid-sentence.


Kafka never finished The Castle, his final novel. What he did complete is a vision of a relentlessly dystopian realm where people waste lives in service of a faceless, inhuman bureaucracy whose purpose is obscure, if indeed a purpose exists at all.

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