So Fucking Miserable
Don't even ask, just send martinis.
Bad Bunni posted at 4/28/2007 11:33:00 AM
Franz Kafka's It's a Wonderful Life
Many of you have commented that I must be a great English teacher. To keep from lapsing too far behind in my lectures, I typed out my lecture notes on Kafka specifically in reference to the Metamophosis. I thought I would reprint them here for your entertainment. Remember these are lecture notes, not a well developed treatise on the novella.
In 1918, Franz Kafka published the Metamorphosis. Of this work, as well as few other stories published during his life he once wrote, "...should they disappear altogether that would please me best. Only since they do exist, I do not wish to hinder anyone who may want to from keeping them." His attitude towards his unpublished work was that it should be destroyed upon his death. While Dora Dymant obediently destroyed what Kafka entrusted to her, another friend Max Brod did not.It is because of Brod that most of what we know of Kafka's work survived. Thus Kafka became a literary icon through the publication of works he neither approved of nor wished to be published. Kafka's decision to destroy his work is best characterized by this comment, "One must be silent, if one can't give help...For that reason, all of my scribbling is to be destroyed."
The year before he wrote Metamorphosis, Kafka began to suffer from tuberculosis, which he referred to as "the beast." The dehumanizing effects of disease had a direct impact on how Kafka often played with narrative. In the story "Investigations of a Dog" the narrator recalls the days when he was "still a member of the canine community." The relationship between less than human narrators and the impact of disease is the most clear in the Metamorphosis. Kafka's TB often forced him to become a convalescent during which he was supported by his family, most notably his sister Ottilie (which corresponds to Gregor's relationship with his sister Grete). He often feared his disease would make him repulsive both physically and mentally and reduced him to being "less than a man" a perception reinforced by his robust, dominating father. The anxiety about his TB (his guilt about failing the family, his fear of being the cause of the family's shame, his anxiety about how such a disease would change how others related to him) manifests itself in Gregor Samsa's hideous transformation and the transformation of those around him.
The portrayal of Grete and the rest of the family is multifaceted and shows great admiration for them while demonstrating a huge amount of self-loathing. Gregor finds himself increasing the target of his family's rage. His father throws an apple at him, and his scurrying is often intepreted as malevolent "attack" behavior by his family; His sister loses interest her job as caretaker and eventually suggests what amounts to a murder plot. This plot is only averted by Gregor's death by starvation. Yet Gregor never blames his family for their behavior towards him, and his final act, death by starvation, demonstrations that his empathy for them is so complete that he will even die for them. ( just as he was "dying for them" emotionally at the beginning of the story by working as a traveling salesman in order to support the family and pay off his father's debts.) His startling lack of self interest (he never ponders the cause of his transformation or how it might be reversed) contributes to his insight into the family (his attention to the ministrations of Grete and his analysis of her behavior) and lends to the psychological reality of the piece.
Starvation is particularly important in Kafka's work. In 1924, Kafka died of starvation as a complication of his TB. His TB made eating very painful and with no other options for getting sustenance, Kafka simply stopped eating. The most graphic description of starvation comes from his story The Hunger Artist penned when Kafka was already beginning to die. The story focuses on a performance artist whose "art" consists of 40 day fasts. With public interest in this art on the wane, the artist decides to violate the 40 day rule. Despite his dedication, the artist is forgotten about and only discovered shortly before his death. He reveals that fasting was not difficult for him, but that rather he couldn't find anything he liked to eat. Gregor seems afflicted with this same disorder-starving but unable to find food palatable as time moves on. Psychologically this matches Kafka's attitude. Milena Jesenka (a journalist to whom Kafka was engaged) wrote of him in 1920, "Frank cannot live. Frank does not have the capacity for living...He is absolutely incapable of living...He possesses not the slightest refuge. For that reason he is exposed to all those things against which we are protected. He is like a naked man among a multitude of those who are dressed." In the Metamorphosis, Gregor never even contemplates escaping to the outside world where he might find a more comfortable environment as well as food he likes although his sister often rushes to open the window (perhaps trying to quietly urge Gregor to flee in the same way one opens windows to aide the escape of a wasp trapped inside). The Hunger Artist similarly complains of not finding palatable food, but how could one do so while spending so much time starving? This is part of the existential nature of Kafka's work. We are imprisioned by our own inability to even conceive of possible escape not by any actual physical limitation. In the words of Trainspotting, Kafka and his main characters seem impossible of choosing life, they instead respond, "Now why would you want to do something like that?"
The cause of Gregor's transformation is never revealed and even Gregor, like his family, doesn't seem particularly interested in the question.How does he regard his own transformation? Why isn't he interested in the cause? Why do you think Kafka would omit the exploration of the cause of Gregor's difficulty?
Be sure to keep in mind that the title doesn't necessarily refer ONLY to Gregor Samsa. What other types of transformations occur? How do different members of the family re-act to Gregor? How do these re-actions change over time? How else does Gregor transform? What kind of insect is Gregor Samsa? Note that while many feel he is a cockroach, the charwoman refers to him as a dung beetle. The description itself is unclear. Pay attention to how Gregor is described physically. How complete is his transformation? Does he keep some human aspects? Say like eyelids? It's also clear that Gregor's consciousness remains intact. How are we interpret this?
Labels: kafka, the metamorphosis
Bad Bunni posted at 4/27/2007 01:25:00 PM
The soft kiss on the cheek turns into a kiss on the neck. Easier to resist if he wasn't so good at it, so soft and warm. So blonde and lithe. His hand on my throat, dangerous. Kissing me, trying to talk his way into my apartment. "I just want to give you kisses. More kisses. Inside we can be warm and comfortable." He's close to me on that front step. He kisses me again and tightens his hold on my throat. "I'm going to get inside. I'm going to get inside and rip your clothes off, not gently, and I'm going fuck you. And you're going to love it." I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't be as turned on as I am. I should turn him away. I should run inside. I should give him my number and tell him to call and not be disappointed when he doesn't call.
He's so soft and warm. His mouth on mine. He's left me no place to go on that front step. If he wasn't such a good kisser, it would be easier to resist.
As it is I keep him on the front step two hours before I decide I'm not going to able to sleep anyway.
No sleep, like I've triumphed over the night, like I own the world. Like when I used to pull all nighters in college. A hot piece of ass that I won. Five o clock in the morning. "I want to fuck you again," he says. That lilting accent. That smile. A day of well being.
How long will it last? How long can happiness last when I owe to some ill advised but really satisfying sexual encounter?
The stop watch has already started counting down the moments to when I'll wish I'll be dead. The next anxiety attack. The next attack of blinding low self-esteem. The next crying fit. It's hours away not days. In this moment, though, I think it will never come. This has cured me, but it doesn't stop the arms of the clock ticking away those moments. And of course the moment comes sooner than I think.
I'll see him and feel that giddiness, until it's clear he doesn't "see" me. I don't register. And that great piece of ass that I won, that triumph, goes the way of all them. Another defeat. Another mistake. Another man I can't have enough though all I want is another night of pleasure. So of course now I see him everywhere, while I am nowhere. Invisible.
So why can't I forget that hand on my throat?
Bad Bunni posted at 4/26/2007 08:29:00 PM
When Pretty People Rule the World
Since I am still too brain dead to post, I shall hijack a thread from Metafilter about Roger Ebert, his cancer, and his attendance at his own film festival.
The vast majority of comments laud Ebert on his refusal to hide his disfigurement and attend his own festival. I'm not sure if this would have been the "scandal" he seems to think it might be, ( I suspect the Post would be more interested in pictures of the owner of the world's fattest cat suing McDonald's) but as someone who knows what it is like to be stared at in public, I certainly applaud him for not hiding. Lucy Greeley in her book Autobiography of a Face (who also, like Ebert, had a section of her jaw removed due to cancer) wrote that having cancer wasn't particularly difficult (in fact, like many other children who survive illness and traumatic events, she indicated that there were even some good times on the pediatric ward), but being disfigured was really the worst part about what happened to her.
Coming off of just teaching Frankenstein and starting to teach Metamorphosis in which physical disfigurement is the main evil (Well that and being a giant cockroach!) it seems that very little has changed in terms of how much importance we invest in physical appearance-ie that a facial disfigurement is potentially more of a disability than say diabetes, a disorder that can be easily hidden from others ( I am referring here to Type II diabetes in its earlier stages). While missing part of your jaw isn't just physical disfigurement (currently Ebert can't talk which for a film critic has to be a very serious impairment of his abilities) in terms of your ability to function in society it might be the most difficult aspect of your condition.
Which really is horribly sad. But at least there are people who continue to look the monster in the eye and say fuck you-I'm not going to hide, I'm going to walk in the sun and the rest of you can just see if I don't.
And if that doesn't make any sense, blame my cold medication.
Bad Bunni posted at 4/25/2007 02:14:00 PM
Don't expect much from me as I attempt to recover from yet another dreaded illness. Yesterday I stayed home from work. I thought I was being a pansy until I caught myself watching Fear Factor. If that isn't an indication of how ill I am, I don't know what is.
Oh and go see the Tripper and Hot Fuzz.
That is all.
Bad Bunni posted at 4/25/2007 10:26:00 AM
I'm sick and totally, and I mean totally unprepared for tomorrow. You know, when I have to teach.
Yesterday I had to go to a birthday brunch for a person for whom I harbor some justifiable resentment towards since you know I introduced her to the guy she is currently in love with. ( You'll understand in a moment.) So the conversation of her friends, of course, inevitably turns to this man:
"So who is this new man in your involved?"
"Oh you know, just a guy."
"Do you, Bunni, know this boyfriend?"
Now here's what I could have said:
"You mean the guy I was on a dinner date with when I introduced her to him, and he then proceeded to use his concerns about my depression to hit on her in front of me. And she didn't even tell me that they have been dating for the last five months. I had to find out from a guy I barely know who is a regular at a restaurant I frequent. Otherwise I would have been totally blindsided by this revelation right now as she has been avoiding me since their introduction.Yep I think I've met him."
Here's what I did say:
"Yep, I was actually there when they met. I introduced them."
"Well thank you then for that."
Yep, I'm a far better woman than others give me credit for.
But let me say this-you want to steal a man, OK. That's not new. Lots of women do it. Can't say I approve, but hey you don't have to worry about my ethical system. If you do make this choice, however, you better commit to it. Don't do it and then try to act like it's not happening. Either embrace the choice you've made and at least have the decency to minimize the potential damage to others by being honest or realize if it makes you this uncomfortable maybe you shouldn't do it.
Is that really so much to ask?
Bad Bunni posted at 4/23/2007 03:01:00 PM