The story of K., the unwanted land Surveyor who is never to be admitted to the Castle nor accepted in the village, and yet cannot go home, seems to reveal an inexplicable truth about the nature of existance. In his introduction, Idris Parry shows that duality - to Kafka a perpetual human condition - lies at the heart of this great work: dualities of certainty and doubt, hope and fear, reason and nonsense, harmony and disintegration.

The Castle, then, is an unfinished novel that feels strangely complete, in which a labyrinthine world is described in simple language and absurd fantasy reveals profound truth.

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This sounds like a right bundle of laughs, but it's research for work so I guess I'd better get stuck in *groan*

Lent to brother.