Theatre and Dance Reviews

To try explain the story is a complex task and is probably best summed up as "Kafkaesque". The play opens with Kafka asking his friend, the grotesquely disabled Max Brod, to destroy his works at his death. Brod didn't destroy them, he published them instead and also wrote Kafka's biography.

The scene shifts to the future when a "healed " Brod urinates on the tortoise belonging to Kafka enthusiast Sydney and his wife Linda. Linda dries the tortoise and feels compelled to kiss it at which point it metamorphoses into Kafka.

The play then focuses on Kafka's success and the relationship with his father who also turns up in the future. Herman Kafka's name has been tarnished by the success of his son, promoted through Brod's publishing, and his portrayal in the biography. Herman wants to demonstrate that there was a love between father and son but there isn't.

Don't be put off by the strangeness of the plot. Nor should you be wary of not having read Kafka. However a read of the programme notes by Bennett himself will help you enjoy some of the more subtle observations. For example Kafka has a fascination with the way Linda crosses her legs. Ordinary things fascinate him.

The juxtaposition between Sydney and Kafka is interesting. Both work in insurance and both hate their names. Kafka shortened his to "K" whilst Sydney is worried at the threat of being reduced to "Sid".

The laughs come relentlessly ranging from pure slapstick to clever literary cross referencing. It has a consistently excellent cast  Adrian Lukis captures Kafka brilliantly and I thought Victoria Carling was delicious as Linda, a woman in a loveless marriage who is fascinated by Kafka, the man who is the main reason that her marriage is barren. Ian Lindsay is excellent as Sydney's father. He's rehearsing his questions for the assessors to see if he should go into care. When he's asked questions about Kafka he has the line of the play. "If you're going to ask questions about Czech novelists, we'll all end up in care".

There are a couple of problems I have with the play. When we see Brod and Kafka in their real existence Brod talks specifically about the rise of Hitler. Although Kafka's "The Trial" predicts the rise of Nazism, Brod's use of specific dates and events in the future is a hint of the "time travelling" to come. I also found the short scene where Brod and Kafka go to heaven was not needed. It contains some great jokes, for example the Virgin Mary never getting over not having grandchildren. It ends the play on a high which the youngish audience enjoyed but I felt it added nothing.

As for the title? Kafka's father delights in ridiculing his son's small penis, although there is an element of the detective in Sydney's trying to unravel Kafka as so many others have tried to do.

Overall though, this is a very funny production. As so often at the Palace, the performances fit the lovely theatre like a glove. You can hear every nuance of Bennett's writing and every joke hits the spot. I suspect quite a few of the audience will now pick up "The Trial" if only to see what the fuss is about.