Kafka is one of those major world authors who nearly everyoneâacademic or notâknows something about. Most of us have even âread a little Kafka,â and just about anyone might apply the dreaded âKafkaesqueâ in polite conversation on impolitic conditions. And yet somehow, Kafka remains one of the most woefully under-read twentieth-century authors that everyone reads. This is because, besides any trouble with translation, reading Kafkaâs style on its proper scaleâsentences, paragraphs, the choice of a word for animal eating instead of human eating, punctuation evenâis slow-going and leads only to renewed complexities and re-readings. This strange, immersive, iterative reading experience is, in turn, a direct addressâand a precise form of addressâof the increasing problems of intimate and inescapable coexistence in the nineteenth and twentieth centuriesâ new structures and scales of atrocity and global suffering.
Among the governing problems this book responds to are: (1) The ubiquity and forms of nonhuman life in Kafkaâs themes and story content; (2) The literary disorientations throughout Kafkaâs work, and the ways in which they articulate a critique of subjectivity and subjection regardless of subjective identification; and (3) The generous nonhuman frame Kafka constructs throughout his works, which renders trivial the questions of human/not human so commonly definitive of both the animal question and the status of life in modernity. The first question must be taken at face value to begin, and of course almost always has been in the many addresses of the Red Peter (Rotpeter) story. Magical horses and fleas in fur lining âflesh outâ the stories, perhaps driving plot, perhaps inflecting characters. However, the gathering of creatures, species, and nonhumans of all sortsâas the editors of a recent volume on Kafkaâs menagerie assert in their greatest claim on Kafkaâs figures, taken though it is from yet another reading of Kafkaâs journals and letters to make sense of Kafkaâs worksâis part of a âwhole human and animal communityâ (1917 letter to Felice Bauer). 1 This âwholeness,â and the attending always-already of Kafkaâs work, is precisely the point, and precisely the trouble with Kafkaâs nonhuman form. The flat consubstantiality of species and characters dictates authority figures and figures of limitation and imprisonment.
Kafkaâs literary form, grouped under modernismâs banner while also founding his singular, boundless auteur reputation, expresses and builds the nonhuman experience that âlives inâ the human. This âliving inâ threatens to live out as the reflexive modernist subject, eliminating the reflective project of selfhood the human subject had previously prided itself on through incessant and increasingly alien self-relation. The horrible livelihood this attends is, in fact, a mundane irrelevance beyond the obsessions, quests, âinvestigations,â and interrogations of Kafkaâs characters. Kafkaâs nonhuman form is not animal subjects (or objects) in his works, nor is it any failed human subject. Truthfully, ânonhumanâ imports the entire predicament into the tasks of inquiry and escape so common to his works before the work has even begun. The totality and failure of subjection in the literary force and indifference of Kafkaâs formal modes are wholly united, but something is being apprehended, and capture and captivity are equally interrogated, under arrest by, in, and for form.
Kafka brackets the nineteenth and the twentieth centuries at the limit of the âlongâ nineteenth century (the beginning of the World War era) and an incessant, portable now-time that forces a reconsideration of the period division evermore in todayâs academy. The various linguistic and cultural qualifications of his work over the years have only further ensured that Kafka would wind up as a canonical world author before the concept and, increasingly, as not-representative-enough in all sorts of ways. At the same time, his literature of abjection and suffering across multiple cultural and social registers on the precipice of the global tragedy of the World Wars and his ongoing influence on the expression of life and death in the valorized bearers of World Literature at least until 2001 properly complicates the concept and earns it anew. The singularity and the ubiquity of Kafkaâs forms of life earn a totality devoutly to be wished, then committedly rejected, as I will also discuss at various points in relation to the critical theory of Theodor Adorno and as negotiated in Kafkaâs redress of community, individuality, success, type, and a host of would-be mobile concepts of life and living.
There is a much longer tale to tell about literature from the nineteenth and through the twentieth century as it expresses the increasing velocity, impaction, and suffering of modern industrial life. This of course also foregrounds a particularly urban literature in this period before it inaugurates a later âglobalâ literature of atrocity and demolition into the Post45 Cold War scene. Furthermore, this foregrounds the sense of stark, dire livingâif it can be called that at all, as the story goesâin the age of mass destruction and urban flattening of individuals to crowds and traffic flows. Thereâs very little sunny, positive energy in such a frame. This is certainly not the end of the story though, and as Iâll discuss in Kafkaâs works at various points, the chance for hilarity against the darkest peril and interior strife is often capitalized upon. This passive voice construction is important to the effort as well, in fact, and links up with free indirect discourse and other dissociative devices throughout Kafka as in his most sensitive readers: Italo Calvinoâs postwar charms and urban (non-urban!) surprises in Marcovaldo and Karen Tei Yamashitaâs swarming crowds and uncertain nonhuman narrator in Through the Arc of the Rainforest, for example. The casual, dislocative agency of the urban (global!) Ă©crivain, the flĂąneur without content, is a funny affair indeed.
Modernisms, Thingy Things, and Other False Trails
There is a project of comparative modernisms yet to be adequately performed on Kafka and animals, but there has certainly been a strong tradition in modernism and in scholarship of addressing, even recuperating, nonhumans that would not be called animals. Certainly, the contemporary reader has her or his list of recent forays into ecologies of stone, the fungal and the microbial, and more, but the forerunners of some of these approaches might well be Bill Brownâs Thing Theory, and at least as pertains to modernism, Brown and others have interjected vital critical theories on subject/object failures that might inspire similar approaches to Kafka before, Iâll contend, not quite doing the trick. Some of the literature on Joyce, in particular, is on the way to the narratologies Iâm examining in Kafka here, but it should be acknowledged up front that a cross-reading, comparative address of Joyce and Kafka has some shortcomings for the âliterary materialistâ who demands clear, direct relations of reading and responding:
Kafka ⊠probably never heard of Joyce, who had not become widely known in the German-speaking parts of Europe by 1924, the year of Kafkaâs death. Itâs clear that Joyce, who took a perverse pride in not keeping up with his literary contemporaries, knew next to nothing about Kafka. (69â70) 2
In David Haymanâs âarrangerâ concept, pertaining to Joyceâs
Ulysses, a mechanical overlord seems to exceed and usurp author, narrator, and character all at once, becoming âa creature of many faces but a single impulse, a larger version of his characters with a larger field of vision and many more perceptions to controlâ (
Ulysses, the Mechanics of Meaning, 93, and quoted in Somer, 65).
3 Hugh Kennerâs influential expansion of the theory in his own book on Joyce highlights the omniscient yet subjective, even pathological restrictiveness of The Arranger:
So as the Arranger takes increasingly prominent charge the ten-episode Ulysses of âobjectiveâ irony, the book that terminates with âWandering Rocksâ, will turn into a different sort of book altogether. Still, thereâs no sharp break. The Arranger was there all the time, and the principles according to which he will now commence to alter Ulysses were potential from the start, latent, obeying an aesthetic of delay. (71) 4
This is not Kafkaâs aesthetic, as I will demonstrate. Kafkaâs concern is for the priority of circumstance and the conditional status grammarâexpression and articulationâexerts over experience. The trouble with Kafka, naturally, is the trouble of both origins and endings. And as Iâll suggest, even those stories that fit a neat structural type with beginning and end, published in his lifetime so there can be no doubt of his intention, are preoccupied with the incompletion of completion, the always-already of any origin point.
If Joyceâs concentric narratology succeeds in crafting a second, third, fourth, or further-order level of commentary and emotion, as Hayman, Kenner, and subsequent commentators seem to generally agree he does, Kafkaâs clear interest is in the failure of expression as it realizes the violent categories of experience. In a related prior vein, Poeâs âMan of the Crowdâ runs all night, but then the night mercifully ends and the busybody collector of types departs with the handy summary of affairs so neatly announced at the storyâs beginning: Es lĂ€sst sich nicht lesen. At various points throughout, Iâll engage the RomanticâKafka connections, and Brown and others have also drawn connections between the uncanny strangeness of Romantic works and the revisions of narration that seek to express those conditions further in modernist articulations. Brownâs Thing Theory, which one might choose in the case of Joyce, might also, perhaps, help to articulate the way things go with Kafka given Brownâs own articulation of things in the wake of modernism. This lineage continues on, though generally without a major focus on Kafka as of yet: Brown has recently published Other Things and Aaron Jaffeâs The Way Things Go is an aphoristic and personal treatise on things and âsecond modernism.â In closing, Jaffe writes of a âversion of thing-lifeââavoiding with âversionâ a claim on some persistent object of study that would exceed Kafkaâs sense of thingsâthat âcharts a felt way into the life-cycle of materials, the deep, inhuman rhythms unavailable to a single human frame, and it backslides when it comes to narrative hubrisâ (130). This might work, after all.
In âThe Secret Life of Things (Virginia Woolf and the Matter of Modernism),â Brownâs way in, as opposed to Kafkaâs incessant search for a way out that will never come, is equal parts Heidegger and Adorno, a curious mix given at least Adornoâs routine rejections of Heideggerâs thought and politics. But on Adorno, he is especially precise on the effects and affects of an important current of thingly materialist ontologies:
The passage into materialism, as Adorno came to describe it, requires acknowledging âthingsâ outside the subject/object trajectory, which means thinking sensation in its distinction from cognition. For the âdignity of physicalityâ is indissoluble in, and not exhausted by, the subject/object relation, epistemologically or phenomenologically understood. Still, if âthingsâ are not exhausted by that relation, it is only in the subject/object nexus where they occur, or where they can be narrated as the effect (not the ground) of an interaction at once physical and psychological, at once intimate and alienating. To the degree that the âthingâ registers the undignified mutability of objects, and thus the excess of the object (a capacity to be better than it is), the âthingâ names a mutual mediation (and a slide between objective and subjective predication) that appears as the vivacity of the objectâs difference from itself.â (2)
Brown goes on to reveal his interest in the malleability of status, still on the subject, the matter, of things themselves in some ways: âwithin the shimmering splinters of [broken] glass, glass can become something elseâ (3). But his distinction between objects and things holds up well for a Kafkan study, I think, especially on this count: âProducing a thingâeffecting thingnessâdepends ⊠on a fetishistic overvaluation or misappropriation, on an irregular if not unreasonable reobjectification of the object that dislodges it from the circuits through which it is what it typically is. Thingness is precipitated as a kind of misuse valueâ (2â3). The âinstabilityâ Brown articulates and the alien intimacy, which he rightly alludes to in prior âuncannyâ works by Hoffman and British Romantics (the Gothic is a clear interlocutor for Kafka as well), then focuses on Woolfâs defamiliarizations of everyday objects. There is indeed an âeveryday,â a stereotype (âwhat it typically isâ) that Brown is at pains to work from as a sort of ground, despite his cutting analytic elegance on the question of objects that could be taken to a further thinking on the disposable form of the type and the classâthe human, the entity, the singular, the grammatical tense of narration and its insufficient accounting of experience demolished in an equally insufficient âmodernity.â
These are the full Kafkan registers of language and expression, which pay attention to materials (the focus of Woolfâs thingly innovations for part of Brownâs important essay) only insofar as they can undo and distort that grounding category altogether. If Woolf populates with abject objects that are not themselves and ambiguous alienations from life during wartimeâBrownâs angle on the history of glass and World War I in London suggests this is the caseâand if Joyce editorialized on end to arrange characters, religions and feelings, senses and places all under a unifying umbrella of subjective irrelevance, Kafka has already determined fetishizations and authoritative performances to be abject wastes of time, material, and more. He has included humans, animals, neither at all down to the level of word, tense, and case in a formal expression of what might otherwise become a lineage of Anglo-Modernist studies and recent critical theory. However, as a frame for the sort of nonhuman form interrogated throughout this book, these addresses of modernist narration and the undone objects of life that may not even be life may prove to be extremely useful to an Animal Studies to come. Kafkaâs nonhuman form, and his non-animal form on its particular terms, might coin a broader frame: the nonhuman style.
Under Arrest: Disciplining Kafkaâs Characters
Kafkaâs characters, among which his writing and its progress can be counted, do not neatly fit the category, and as the strains of expression in his work show, they strive time and again against the ease of daily life in administered coexistence. âWandering aroundâ is decidedly not on order, reminiscent of the indirectly antagonistic commitment of Melvilleâs scrivener, determined and active yet immobile and practically idle. âScrewing aroundâ is even less likely, although Kafkaâs characters are routinely preoccupied with the chance to remove the quotation marks and get down to business. Kafkaâs particular engagement of the world as it shifts and accelerates out of the long nineteenth century responds to the driving sense of life forms without life, existences, roles, and commitments without reflection or agency, repeatable and replaceable, programmable and immanently killable. Barest life, yet of the fiercest resistance through manic narrationânot properly bare at all then, and surely not resisting power in determined commitment so much as reacting to it, sneeringly succumbing to it in mock authoritarian strains.
One of the abiding circumstances in Kafka, and one that will sustain a significant portion of the investigations herein, is the condition of being under arrest, captive and captivated, at the outset of narratives. This narrative subjection, as Iâll show across Kafkaâs works, induces restricted narration and is, as such, a relatively standard convention, but the efforts to undo origin points and the failure to produce closure, time and again, take on the proverbial âlife of their ownâ in Kafka. This is also the specific undoing of any autonomous subjectivity and a point of departure from the assertive ĂŒber-narrator Joyceâs commentators protect in the examples already discussed. This legal subjection crosses into broader sociation and ambiguous relations, communities, and narrations in Kafkaâs works. Alongside the grammatical and narrative nonhuman in Kafka, the legal frame reiterates the apparatus of subjection as formal condition. The law in Kafkaâs overtly legal fictions, as an unapproachable totality and a nonexistent force, always in force, thus articulates the nonhuman as a master category of life through the ineffable processes that bind humans to their nonhumanity, but beyond such a cursory critique of humanism, the combinations of these nonhumans and the animals interrogating experience and captivity in Kafka build an expansive, collective nonhuman that goes beyond mere animal characters, figures, or linguistic turns in the rhetoric of capture and control. This will be examined at multiple points throughout the book.
In the âfirst interrogationâ of the The Trial, K., âseized ⊠from behind by the collar,â picked up for a crime he never knows, is quickly distracted from whatever his mind had most recently been on (a couple, in fact a woman perhaps endangered by a man, and begging K.âs sense of order to rush across the room and right matters) (59). The âmockâ resistance is authoritarian throughout the work in its insistence on proper procedure and attempts to impose himself and his reason on all parties, in all rooms, despite the creeping irrelevance of his struggle. Here is a foregrounded demolition of the resistant subject: âit seemed to him as if his freedom were being threatened, as if he were being arrested in earnest.â It is too late. He has been arrested from page one. This sidelong conjecture on his feelings and experience began long ago with âsomeone must have slandered Josef K.â (3). K. is here being obstructed, âbarredâ in the courts from intervening in the violence, or at least the commotion, of the couple on the other end of the room. Just before, his vision had been impeded by the âunbearable,â strange âatmosphere,â and indeed the bad air of the courts recurs in the work as a condition of experience before the law. But as K. is being physically impeded, he then notices something about all of the bodies in his way: âunder the beardsâand this was K.âs real discoveryâbadges of various sizes and colors gleamedâ (59). Here the narration breaks and K.âs speech is tagged directly in quotation marks: ââSo!â cried K., flinging his arms in the air, his sudden enlightenment had to br...