I just finished reading The Castle by Franz Kafka. It really takes a master to make you want to finish a book that is about nothing, in which nothing happens, and you know it the entire time. So I read the book. About nothing. And then it ends....IN THE MIDDLE OF A SENTENCE! I had to get online to make sure my book wasn't missing the last few pages, a printing error or something (which I've come across in other books). But no. No error. It just stops in the middle of a sentence. Right after something happens that is completely random so you don't even know where they are going with it.
The last senetence:
She held out her trembling hand to K. and had him sit down beside her, she spoke with great difficulty, it was difficult to understand her, but what she said
And that's it. I'm sure you can understand my bafflement.
Kafka died prior to finishing
The Castle and it is questionable
whether Kafka intended on finishing it if had he survived his
tuberculosis. On separate occasions he told his friend Max Brod
of two different conditions: K., the book's protagonist, would continue
to reside and die in the village; the castle notifying him on his death
bed that his "legal claim to live in the village was not valid, yet,
taking certain auxiliary circumstances into account, he was permitted
to live and work there" , but then on Sept 11, 1922 in a letter to Max Brod, he said he was giving up on the book and would never return to it.As it is, the book ends mid-sentence.
But other than that, it was the most entertaining book about nothing. A commentary of sorts of the incomprehensibleness of government protocol. The futileness of working against the system.