Kaylee's Reaction Ch. 7

            As we return to The Trial, Chapter 7 continues the bizarre process of K.’s trial. At this point in the novel, I would probably give my left arm just to know what the heck K. is being charged of. Not really, but seriously. However, I know very well that we most likely will never know.  I am still skeptical that this is all one freaky mind trick/dream. In contrast to the previous chapter, K. is now obsessed with the trial, as it is taking up his entire life.  The rate of their progress on the trial has absolutely exhausted K.’s spirit and ability to rise above the dilemma.  I honestly feel sorry for K. at this point because the situation he is in is extremely frustrating. I can’t imagine living a life as he is, I would feel suffocated with idea that I am free, but hold no power simultaneously. I’m not sure if dropping Huld was the best move on K.’s part, but I guess now matters are in his own hands. As if we weren’t already aware of it, this judicial system is nothing like our own because the defendant would never work as his own lawyer or representative. As K. continues to struggle, my empathy grows.

            When K. meets with the manufacturer it is frustrating because K. is aware he is an important client, yet he zones out anyways. His trial is literally consuming his thoughts and beginning to jeopardize his career. To make matters worse, his Assistant Manager is being annoying, making K. even more insecure in his position. However, the introduction of Titorelli brings new light to K.’s case, as K is presented with new options. Although the encounter brings K. anxiety and feelings of suffocation, at least he has a new connection with the courts. Some of the things I thought were strange in this chapter were: the continuation of Leni and K.’s relationship, the girls outside of Titorelli’s apartment, and the tiny doorway that K.’s leaves out of the Titorelli’s apartment. In addition, when leaving, Titorelli tells K. that there are court law offices in nearly all attics (wtf) and covers K.’s face with a handkerchief as he exits the building. How much more sketchy can you get.