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Years ago when this was THE book to read, I tried to plow through it. I recently found another copy and read it over the past two days. It’s insufferable. Interesting because of the time it describes, awful because of the people- the men, inveterate womanizers who feel entitled to their mistresses and mistresses between their mistresses. The women- one-dimensional, given to frequently staring at their breasts in the mirror (do women DO this? Honestly, don’t they have a hobby?), hopelessly bendable to their men’s wishes- save Sabine, who actually has a bit of spleen. And a sexual fantasy involving s**tting, but hey, the author is all about sh*t, filling a chapter about how God couldn’t possibly empty his bowels so our paintings of him with a mouth must be wrong (really? Who’d have thunk it?)and how they came up with the whole Jesus eating and drinking but never excreting bit which I imagine must have become uncomfortable at times (I am reminded of the angels in the movie Dogma who are given to chewing and then spitting out popcorn). Nothing was made of this at the last supper. Did Jesus spit? Argh. Such philosophical meanderings fill much of the book and they seem sophomoric and crude and really so self-obsessed. And in between, the male characters are only interested in sex. And mistresses of the younger and younger sort. And sh*t. Meanwhile the world is falling to communism around them. The author obviously hates women, for most of their lives are painted repulsively, from their periods to their jobs to their orgasms (which they dare to deny despite dampening the rug with oozings- silly man doesn’t know that that response does not indicate orgasm...) Argh. I think I must give up reading male authors for a while. If I see one other novel where the women are obsessing about their breasts in mirrors, I shall pull a Dorothy Parker and throw it off my balcony, perhaps taking out an eternally-seeking-sex pigeon at the same time. This book has quite put me off any thought of intimacy.
35 livres cultes à lire au moins une fois dans sa vie Quels sont les romans qu'il faut avoir lu absolument ? Un livre culte qui transcende, fait réfléchir, frissonner, rire ou pleurer… La littérature est indéniablement créatrice d’émotions. Si vous êtes adeptes des classiques, ces titres devraient vous plaire. De temps en temps, il n'y a vraiment rien de mieux que de se poser devant un bon bouquin, et d'oublier un instant le monde réel. Mais si vous êtes une grosse lectrice ou un gros lecteur, et que vous avez épuisé le stock de votre bibliothèque personnelle, laissez-vous tenter par ces quelques classiques de la littérature. This is a book to bring home how parochial and inward looking most fiction written in the English language is. There is no possible way that The Unbearable Lightness Of Being could have been written by a British or US author, or indeed any other anglophile. The mind set, the life experiences and especially the history it is written from are all too different. While the thrust of this book is by no means the same, I was reminded by its sensibility of the work of Bohumil Hrabal – not surprisingly also a Czech author. The book is unusual in another sense – it breaks most of the rules that aspiring writers are advised to adhere to. A lot of the action is told to us rather than shown, Kundera addresses the reader directly, inserts his opinions into the narrative, tells us his interpretations of the characters. He also messes with chronology (admittedly not a major drawback, if one at all) and parenthetically gives us important information about some characters in sections which ostensibly deal with others. In parts, especially in the author’s musings on kitsch as the denial of the existence of crap - in all its senses - in the world, it reads as a treatise rather than an exploration of the human condition. That is, at times it is not fiction at all. Kundera is highly regarded, so is this the essence of high art in fiction? That, as well as dealing with “important” subjects - or perhaps being considered to be circumscribed yet still endeavouring to tell truth to power (whatever truth may be) - the author should step beyond the bounds of narrative; of story? The problem with such an approach is that it tends to undermine suspension of disbelief. The characters become too obviously constructs; the reader is in danger of losing sympathy, or empathy, with them; or indeed to care. It is a fine line to tread. Where The Unbearable Lightness Of Being is not unusual is in its treatment of those novelistic eternals love, sex and death. Indeed at times it seems to be fixated on sex. While the exigencies of living in a totalitarian state do colour the narrative, the treatment is matter of fact, oblique, almost incidental. The choices the characters make merely fall within the constraints of such a system. It is true, however, that something similar could be said for characters in any milieu. There are constraints on us all. What I did find disappointing was that rather than finish, the book just seemed to stop. While the fates of the characters Kundera leaves us with are already known, this hardly seemed fair. "Leave them wanting more" may be an old showbiz adage but in the context of a one-off novel might be thought to be a failing. 1984 Milan Kundera L'insoutenable légèreté de l'être traduit du tchèque par F. Kérel, Gallimard «Cette sinueuse chute vers la mort, cette lente destruction mutuelle de deux êtres qui s'aiment sera aussi pour chacun d'eux [...] la récupération d'une certaine paix intérieure.» (Lire, février 1984) The world, and particularly that part of the world we used to call, with fine carelessness, eastern Europe, has changed profoundly since 1984, but Kundera's novel seems as relevant now as it did when it was first published. Relevance, however, is nothing compared with that sense of felt life which the truly great novelists communicate. The mind Mr. Kundera puts on display is truly formidable, and the subject of its concern is substantively alarming. Pertence à série publicadaEstá contido emTem a adaptaçãoTem um guia de estudo para estudantesPrêmiosDistinctionsNotable Lists
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Kundera nimmt uns mit auf eine Reise durch die Gefühlswelten seiner Figuren, die so unterschiedlich wie gleich sind, und man davon ausgehen kann, dass sie alle nur eine Person darstellen. ( )