‘Someone must have been telling lies about Joseph K., without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine morning.’<br/><br/>Profound unease and sinister uncertainty bubble beneath Joseph K.'s surface world of desperate normality and security. With his arrest and interrogations he is spun into an increasing sense of confusion and panic, and slowly, strangely, a helpless sense of guilt emerges in him.<br/><br/>'It is the fate and perhaps the greatness of that work that it offers everything and confirms nothing.' - Albert Camus