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52books:

#30: The Book of Laughter and Forgetting by Milan Kundera
Maybe I’ve come to some point in my life where Kundera just makes sense. Maybe that’s every point in life. I’m not sure. Either way, he writes the truth so well that at times the words are absolutely unbearable to read. It’s as if the weight of all the sentences makes you realize the world is always the same: We laugh and forget. Again and again.
This book reiterates that concise writing can be dreamy and surreal in a way that overtly descriptive language cannot. The story of this book intertwines flawlessly with Kundera’s own thoughts which makes for a back-and-forth narrative. It also slowly makes one realize that they are one in the same. I got what I wanted from the novel, yet it asked and took something away from me as well. If Kundera says “love is an interrogation” then those words are the best review I could ever put forth for this work. We can all only hope to continue loving, interrogating, laughing and forgetting. Maybe that’s all there is.

Either way, he writes the truth so well that at times the words are absolutely unbearable to read. It’s as if the weight of all the sentences makes you realize the world is always the same: We laugh and forget. Again and again.

Agreed wholeheartedly. Interesting to see another’s insight on Kundera, especially in light of having just written this post last night.

#30: The Book of Laughter and Forgetting by Milan Kundera

Maybe I’ve come to some point in my life where Kundera just makes sense. Maybe that’s every point in life. I’m not sure. Either way, he writes the truth so well that at times the words are absolutely unbearable to read. It’s as if the weight of all the sentences makes you realize the world is always the same: We laugh and forget. Again and again.

This book reiterates that concise writing can be dreamy and surreal in a way that overtly descriptive language cannot. The story of this book intertwines flawlessly with Kundera’s own thoughts which makes for a back-and-forth narrative. It also slowly makes one realize that they are one in the same. I got what I wanted from the novel, yet it asked and took something away from me as well. If Kundera says “love is an interrogation” then those words are the best review I could ever put forth for this work. We can all only hope to continue loving, interrogating, laughing and forgetting. Maybe that’s all there is.

Either way, he writes the truth so well that at times the words are absolutely unbearable to read. It’s as if the weight of all the sentences makes you realize the world is always the same: We laugh and forget. Again and again.

Agreed wholeheartedly. Interesting to see another’s insight on Kundera, especially in light of having just written this post last night.

Posted July 28, 2009 at 4:46pm || home