Category Archives: Trial, The (Kafka)

Your own business is not your own business

Screen Shot 2015-05-17 at 09.22.59In order to be able to process some detail of his financial affairs, Dalrymple finds himself having to deal with one of the sprawling, impersonal, inefficient and unresponsive banking bureaucracies, one of those that

has repeatedly been forced to admit that it has engaged on huge-scale dishonesty that has cost it billions in fines and reparations (though I am not quite sure how much faith as to their sincerity or justification I should place in such admissions).

The bank demands — using in its communications always the passive voice — that Dalrymple, a mere writer (rather than, say, a trader specialising in interbank lending rates), ‘confirm the source of funds which have been deposited’ in his account.

It’s unfair

Screen Shot 2014-02-22 at 01.43.07We spoilt brats would moan, ‘It’s unfair!’ The rejoinder of our schoolteachers — and possibly even of our parents, if we had good ones — was: ‘Life is unfair.’

Dalrymple points out that unfairness is

built into the nature of existence itself and is something that we have to learn to accept if we are to have tolerable sublunary lives. I’m not sure I’ve learned to do it myself.