Has any other modern novel had such a wonderfully philosophical opening than this one? Suffice to say, Kundera had me at the very first paragraph. The title itself was familiar, though not the author’s name, and I rather innocently mistook Kundera for a woman at first glance at the cover. It is about everything in the world.īeing already a Kafka fan of some long-standing, I was quite open to another absurdly minded Czech telling the story of his city and by extension the rest of the world. Whatever else you do, just read this book. Shortly before my friend Chad and I departed, he mailed me a letter and directed me to get my hands on a copy of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being. There is probably one novel that is the most responsible for the direction of my post-graduation European backpacking trip ten years ago which landed me in Prague for two solid weeks.
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