Please see review on my blog: Underground Man:

http://undergroundmangeomatt.blogspot.com/2009/01/book-review-trial-castle-by-fr... ( )

In The Castle, justice, truth, and judgment are to all intents and purposes impossible. There, the end of every single problem and pursuit, glimmering blindingly before K's eyes, is only apparent: no definite acquittal, no final arrival, no resolution, no epiphany, no exit, no rest, no easy comfort, is to be found. Even death, even what is apparently the most personal and private of ends, offers no real respite for Kafka, in no small measure because it too cannot be "had."