Franz
Kafka (who was highly influenced by Freud and said so in his journals) wrote in
a style known (now) as Magical
Realism.
It wasn’t called this at the time – the term
was in use then, but was only being used at the time to refer to a certain sort
of painter, like this guy,
Magical Realism painting |
Another Magical Realism Painting |
Later, it began to be applied to writers.
So
what is Magic Realism? Unhappily, the
literary world has yet to settle on a hard and fast definition. It’s more like a “we know it when we see it”
sort of thing.
But
basically, it’s highly realistic fiction that feels too weird to be real, so
that, reading it, the reader feels more and more off balance: begins to think
something like just hold on now, this
writer acts like this is true; but it
can’t be – can it?
The
writer is acting like a reliable
narrator, in other words, and yet you, the reader, become more and more
convinced that he is an unreliable
narrator.
In
Magical Realism, fiction will be written, generally, in a straightforward way –
the tone will be matter of fact, the language ordinary (if you have read
Shakespeare or Faulkner, compare Kafka’s tone and language to theirs).
The
writer of magic realism, rather than trying to awake your sense of wonder at
the world, seems to be trying to say,
nothing here, folks, move along. And yet: while writing in that tone, the
writer describes old winged men who crash land on the beach; or people
who turn into giant beetles; or mythic utopian cities in the jungle.
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Magical
realism is not an allegory; it is not a parable. It is a problematic text that defies interpretation.
So! When we read “The Hunger Artist,” one of
Kafka’s classic works (and all of his works are in the school of magic realism)
what happens?
From
the very start, we begin to feel mystified.
What? What is this? People used to fast as a spectacle?
That
can’t be so – can it? But Kafka’s
implied narrator is acting as if it
is so…well, maybe this is some sort of metaphor? (It’s a parable!) (Except…for what?)
Ooo! He fasts for 40 days! Okay, I’m cooking, I’m going somewhere! And then – bang into a stone wall, because –
well, if this is a parable about religion, nothing really fits. His ability to fast, people’s pleasure at
watching him – though the adults don’t really seem that interested, and the
kids seem more scared than interested – I guess we could sort of make that hook
to religion, only…what’s it mean, exactly?
Adults
aren’t interested in religion, except as a spectacle? Kids are more scared of religion than
anything? Does that fit religion as we know it?
(Maybe? Some religions? Can we run with that for a while? Does it take us somewhere?) And then…religion
ends being a fad that everyone loses
interest in, so that the only one who still practices it ends up as a circus
sideshow? Replaced by a panther?
Then
what does the panther mean, what’s with the butchers – the ones who guard our
religious zealot – what’s with the cage?
What does any of this have to
do religion?
No,
back to the drawing board. What is it
about fasting that’s interesting? Can
this be a clue? At the end of the story,
notice, a couple of things happen.
·
People lose
interest in fasting (though actually they never were that interested)
·
The hunger
artist keeps fasting anyway
·
The people
become vastly interested in panthers
·
Panthers
are interesting because they’re
hungry, and because they have freedom – which is located in their teeth: teeth
which (duh) are used to eat – in the panther’s case, meat, which butchers
supply.
·
The hunger
artist reveals to us that he never was, really, an artist: it was just that he couldn’t find anything he
wanted to eat; that if he had been able to find something he wanted to eat, he
would have happily eaten it, and joined the rest of the living world
All
of these things occur in rapid succession, leaving us, the readers, a bit
bewildered. What are we to make of these
revelations?
Other
observations:
·
Notice that the artist doesn’t change
as the story progresses. He starts as a
hunger artist; he ends as a hunger artist.
It’s the world that suddenly changes around him, for no reason we are
given, and for no reason we can discover.
·
Notice that the hunger artist (like the
panther) is kept in a cage. Why? The panther being kept in a cage makes sense,
clearly – we need to imprison hungry /dangerous/uncontrollable animals. But why lock up a (hunger) artist? What’s being implied here (about artists)?
·
People buy tickets to watch the hunger
artist fast, just as they later buy tickets to gaze at the panther. Commodification of – something. Art?
Only surely the panther is not art.
So commodification of – what, exactly?
·
People watch (or in the case of his
butcher observers, do not watch) the hunger artist from a distance and with
half their attention, turning away sooner and sooner each time, more and more
ready to move on; people gaze at the panther so eagerly they are pressing their
bodies against the bars: they don’t ever want to move away. What’s the difference between the artist and
the panther?
·
Those two women who come to take him
out of the cage. What do they mean? (Why
women? And notice that they are not
at all pleased to be there.)
Note:
the most important part of this story is the way in which it resists
interpretation.
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