Companion to the Works of Franz Kafka.pdf - tywls12ela
Companion to the Works of Franz Kafka.pdf - tywls12ela
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34 u WALTER H. SOKEL<br />
And even if <strong>the</strong> cause <strong>of</strong> quarantining might not be physical, could it not<br />
be some mental or moral lapse, or any stroke <strong>of</strong> outrageous fortune, that<br />
might make me exactly like Gregor? Horrifying uniqueness was not<br />
limited <strong>to</strong> individuals. The horror <strong>of</strong> it was its being potentially a universal<br />
condition without, however, losing, for those unfortunate enough <strong>to</strong><br />
fall its victims, <strong>the</strong> sting <strong>of</strong> absolute aloneness. And was it not <strong>the</strong> fate <strong>of</strong><br />
each one <strong>of</strong> us eventually <strong>to</strong> find herself or himself cut <strong>of</strong>f forever from<br />
all fellowship in <strong>the</strong> transition from life <strong>to</strong> death? Tols<strong>to</strong>y’s The Death <strong>of</strong><br />
Ivan Ilyich seemed <strong>to</strong> me <strong>to</strong> be <strong>the</strong> only o<strong>the</strong>r narrative that came near<br />
<strong>to</strong> producing something comparable <strong>to</strong> <strong>Kafka</strong>’s metamorphosis effect.<br />
Like The Death <strong>of</strong> Ivan Ilyich, “Die Verwandlung” also achieved,<br />
through <strong>the</strong> reader’s identification with a single victim, an enormous<br />
enlargement <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> scope <strong>of</strong> empa<strong>the</strong>tic sensitivity <strong>to</strong>ward all human<br />
beings. Going beyond Ivan Ilyich, however, <strong>Kafka</strong>’s text had <strong>the</strong> effect<br />
upon me <strong>of</strong> extending sympathy and solidarity in suffering <strong>to</strong> life beyond<br />
<strong>the</strong> human species. A human being had been changed in<strong>to</strong> a specimen<br />
<strong>of</strong> vermin. Might not <strong>the</strong> huge cockroach I chanced upon in an upper<br />
Manhattan bathroom be a creature with some feeling, some sensibility,<br />
might it not by some inexplicable fluke be sheltering ano<strong>the</strong>r traveling<br />
salesman or former clerk, ano<strong>the</strong>r Gregor Samsa? Or at least a being not<br />
<strong>to</strong>tally unlike myself? <strong>Kafka</strong>’s fiction gave such horrendously persuasive<br />
testimony <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong>se possibilities that it <strong>to</strong>ok quite a while after <strong>the</strong> reading<br />
<strong>of</strong> his s<strong>to</strong>ry for me <strong>to</strong> ga<strong>the</strong>r enough insensitivity <strong>to</strong> get rid <strong>of</strong> cockroaches<br />
again.<br />
For Northrop Frye, as I was <strong>to</strong> learn not <strong>to</strong>o long <strong>the</strong>reafter, identification<br />
with a fictional character was <strong>the</strong> distinguishing sign <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> effect<br />
<strong>of</strong> mimesis in literature. For Aris<strong>to</strong>tle mimesis was <strong>the</strong> essence <strong>of</strong> art.<br />
Teaching Aris<strong>to</strong>tle’s Poetics several years after my first soul-shaking encounter<br />
with <strong>Kafka</strong>’s s<strong>to</strong>ry made me better understand that experience<br />
and allowed me <strong>to</strong> place it in a cultural context. <strong>Kafka</strong>’s tale seemed <strong>to</strong><br />
me a prime example <strong>of</strong> mimetic art, and it produced <strong>the</strong> effect <strong>of</strong> tragedy.<br />
For more than any o<strong>the</strong>r, it was <strong>the</strong> text that had made me identify with<br />
<strong>the</strong> abysmal suffering depicted in it, engendering in me <strong>the</strong> emotions<br />
ascribed by Aris<strong>to</strong>tle <strong>to</strong> tragedy — fear and pity, pity <strong>of</strong> poor lonely<br />
Gregor and fear for myself if somehow his fate should also become mine.<br />
Despite <strong>the</strong> grotesque singularity <strong>of</strong> this fate, <strong>the</strong>re radiated a deeply<br />
disquieting universality from <strong>the</strong> life <strong>Kafka</strong> portrayed. What went on in<br />
his work concerned me with terrifying urgency, and I felt that it would<br />
equally concern anyone else who allowed himself <strong>to</strong> be opened and<br />
drawn by its magnetic power.