This past Saturday, I finally was able put words to my
confused thoughts on The White Castle.
While I knew that I didn’t enjoy the novel I wasn’t able to state an exact
reason. With other novels that we have read,
I knew why I had particular feelings about the book. In My Michael, I disliked it because I
hated Hannah and how she interacted with her husband. While in Please Look After Mom, I enjoyed it
because the form was fascinating and the story drew me in. And with other books,
I had a mix of feelings, as I enjoyed some aspects and not others. But I can
usually at least identify what I my thoughts are, however this was not the case
with The White Castle…that is until
Saturday.
On Saturday, I went to a Bible study on Ecclesiastes, which
is known as post-modern gateway to the rest of scripture. Ecclesiastes is where
the hard questions are asked and no solutions are given. It is a written
quandary of an individual’s life without God as he searches for meaning. When
our leader said, “To look in the mirror and see a life without a face, eyes
searching for meaning,” then it struck me why I was unsatisfied with the
story. The idea of Ecclesiastes that “emptiness
is insufferable” and that life is meaningless, apply themselves to our narrator’s
quest. He and Hoja are looking for meaning, looking for a purpose. They write
fiction and search for science, only to fail. Their machine gets stuck, the
villagers have no grave sin, and they are lost searching for something to fill
the emptiness. Hoja and our narrator look to power and science. But in the end
are interchangeable with each other, not unique in themselves.
Now I am not saying that the story wasn’t interesting at
all. I found parts of it absolutely fascinating. The preface especially captivated
me. After all who isn’t urged onward to flip the pages into a tale long forgotten
found by a lowly government worker’s chance cleaning. But the tale becomes
tainted by an endless cycle of emptiness and meaninglessness.
I think I am an optimist and an idealist. But, as a
Christian how can you not be burdened and filled with discontent as they cycle
round and round looking for what we have. Meaning.
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