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Saturday, March 10, 2007
Kafka- Before the Law
Anyone in the mood for a post completely different than anything else I've posted for the last two years? Good, here we go:

I'm reading "The Trial" by Kafka this weekend while I'm back home in Michigan, and I'm intrigued by the following passage. Anyone of you have any familiarity with Kafka (other than what I can and have read on Wikipedia), or have any thoughts on the following short story included in "The Trial"?
Before the Law
Before the law sits a gatekeeper. To this gatekeeper comes a man from the country who asks to gain entry into the law. But the gatekeeper says that he cannot grant him entry at the moment. The man thinks about it and then asks if he will be allowed to come in later on. “It is possible,” says the gatekeeper, “but not now.” At the moment the gate to the law stands open, as always, and the gatekeeper walks to the side, so the man bends over in order to see through the gate into the inside. When the gatekeeper notices that, he laughs and says: “If it tempts you so much, try it in spite of my prohibition. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the most lowly gatekeeper. But from room to room stand gatekeepers, each more powerful than the other. I can’t endure even one glimpse of the third.” The man from the country has not expected such difficulties: the law should always be accessible for everyone, he thinks, but as he now looks more closely at the gatekeeper in his fur coat, at his large pointed nose and his long, thin, black Tartar’s beard, he decides that it would be better to wait until he gets permission to go inside. The gatekeeper gives him a stool and allows him to sit down at the side in front of the gate. There he sits for days and years. He makes many attempts to be let in, and he wears the gatekeeper out with his requests. The gatekeeper often interrogates him briefly, questioning him about his homeland and many other things, but they are indifferent questions, the kind great men put, and at the end he always tells him once more that he cannot let him inside yet. The man, who has equipped himself with many things for his journey, spends everything, no matter how valuable, to win over the gatekeeper. The latter takes it all but, as he does so, says, “I am taking this only so that you do not think you have failed to do anything.” During the many years the man observes the gatekeeper almost continuously. He forgets the other gatekeepers, and this one seems to him the only obstacle for entry into the law. He curses the unlucky circumstance, in the first years thoughtlessly and out loud, later, as he grows old, he still mumbles to himself. He becomes childish and, since in the long years studying the gatekeeper he has come to know the fleas in his fur collar, he even asks the fleas to help him persuade the gatekeeper. Finally his eyesight grows weak, and he does not know whether things are really darker around him or whether his eyes are merely deceiving him. But he recognizes now in the darkness an illumination which breaks inextinguishably out of the gateway to the law. Now he no longer has much time to live. Before his death he gathers in his head all his experiences of the entire time up into one question which he has not yet put to the gatekeeper. He waves to him, since he can no longer lift up his stiffening body. The gatekeeper has to bend way down to him, for the great difference has changed things to the disadvantage of the man. “What do you still want to know, then?” asks the gatekeeper. “You are insatiable.” “Everyone strives after the law,” says the man, “so how is that in these many years no one except me has requested entry?” The gatekeeper sees that the man is already dying and, in order to reach his diminishing sense of hearing, he shouts at him, “Here no one else can gain entry, since this entrance was assigned only to you. I’m going now to close it.”

There is one glaring question/theory I have regarding this story, but I'm going to hold off for the moment and hope one of you blows my mind and goes in a different direction with this than I did. One stipulation- unless you are emphatically of the opinion that the meaning of this story is tied up in the specifics of who Kafka is, then I'd prefer to treat it as an independent entity and go through it using only the information contained within it. Ready, set, Get on it!

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

This passage, I believe, was actually a separate parable/story that Kakfa had written, and decided to incorporate into "The Trial". There is a very large body of critical commentary on the "Before the Law" passage.

9:56 PM  
Blogger RJ said...

I think it means that you're gay.

12:10 PM  
Blogger Atticus Finch said...

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9:54 PM  
Blogger Atticus Finch said...

Perhaps it's a comparison to people who want to go to Heaven or yearn for a blissful afterlife. We all have our chance at it (your own personal gate). Some never approach the gate, and some spend a lifetime trying to figure out the way through yet fail. Maybe I'm miles off as I know zilch about Kafka...

9:55 PM  
Blogger Justin said...

Wrong.

It means nothing, and the correct answer is you can probably walk right in. I mean, why couldn't you? The door is unblocked, and the gatekeeper has only threatened violence. I'd try it.

11:40 AM  
Blogger RJ said...

Like I said.

5:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just read this myself- I figured the Gatekeeper represented Doubt, Fear, Uncertainty, Anxiety- all those things in our head that tell us we can't do something.

Our life (and potential) is the door- we have to get over ourselves to live it. It needs to be taken because we desire it, not because someone tells us that we may now enjoy it.

Once we get through the first- who knows what the second and third doors will bring...maybe the third is Accomplishment- how many people when they finally get what they've been striving for end up feeling they have no direction or purpose left?

10:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jackscolon was right . He's thinking like Kafka.

10:30 PM  

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