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3.89 AVERAGE
3.89 AVERAGE
While this is widely recognized as Kundera's greatest novel, a distinction with which I agree, it is not my favorite of his novels. In some ways it is difficult to read because you see an individual whose life is completely shaped by a minor act. Heart-rending at parts, tender at others, it is a wholly beautiful experience to read.
هممم طيب ، الرواية نفسية \ سياسية ، بالنسبة للجانب النفسي \الفلسفي لا أعرف صراحة ما الفرق ، المهم الرواية ككائن لا تحتمل خفته عظيمة ، وصف الكاتب للأمور البسيطة جذاب جدا وإن كانت الترجمة سيئة جدا بالمناسبة ، أتمنى أن أصل يوما للفهم الذي يملكه ميلان كونديرا للنفس البشرية والنظرة التي ينظر بها للأمور ، الرواية نقد للشيوعية ، كما طبقت على الأقل -الكاتب كان في الحزب الشيوعي ثم طرد بالضبط كبطل الرواية !- ، أكثر ما لفت انتباهي في هذه الرواية وفي -بجعات برية- بجعات برية نقد للشيوعية أيضًا ، المهم هو مقدار الرعب الذي يسببه كون مستقبلك قد ينتهي لمجرد أن مديرك مو عاجبو ! ، كون حياتك متوقفة على نظرة بعض الناس لك ، مخيفة جدا فكرة أن تعاقب لأنك "تميل لأن تبقى وحدك" ! ، مثير للحزن كما ذكر الكاتب في النهاية أن تُقرأ رواية كهذه قراءة سياسية فقط ، الرواية بالنسبة لي فلسفية أكثر بكثير من كونها "نقدا للشيوعية" -كوني أميل للشيوعية يعني بس مو كدة طبعا - المهم ، أنا ما لقيت غير ترجمة أنطون حمصي والترجمة سيئة :(
I love the way Kundera's characters tell their stories. They may be a bit too melodramatic and pessimistic, but their stories are realistic. I love the way they are all mutually connected. Kundera's language is beautiful as always and I believe, although I will never know for sure, it captures the mood of the time it describes and people who lived then.
El punto de inflexión en la vida del personaje principal y quienes lo rodean a causa de una simple broma.
This is one impressive book about principles. It toys around with the fine line between our guiding lights and the darkness in between, and how falling into the darkness is not always condemnable. The characters are principles by themselves and watching them evolve is a fine illustration of the absurdity of principles in our heads.
A value debased and an illusion unmasked have the same pitiful shell.
Optimism is the opium of the people.
And suddenly I'd been released; Lucie had come to take me off to her gray paradise, and the step that until such a short time before had seemed unthinkable, the step enabling me to "make my exit from history," was suddenly a cause for relief and rejoicing. Lucie held me shyly by the arm, and I let myself be led.
For me the summer was radiant (the trees were covered with soot, but they seemed a rich, deep green when I gazed on them with my coal-mine eyes); yet as is so often the case, joy concealed the germ of sadness: the sad events of autumn were conceived in green-black summer.
Optimism is the opium of the people.
And suddenly I'd been released; Lucie had come to take me off to her gray paradise, and the step that until such a short time before had seemed unthinkable, the step enabling me to "make my exit from history," was suddenly a cause for relief and rejoicing. Lucie held me shyly by the arm, and I let myself be led.
For me the summer was radiant (the trees were covered with soot, but they seemed a rich, deep green when I gazed on them with my coal-mine eyes); yet as is so often the case, joy concealed the germ of sadness: the sad events of autumn were conceived in green-black summer.
So. I read this when I was a student, recommended by a rather fit girl studying Literature. I may have missed the point, but all I got was a very long winded shaggy dog story. Don't get me wrong, I like a shaggy dog story, but I really didn't get much from the telling of this one. Likesay, maybe I missed the point.
Uma estreia genial de um autor genial. Muitos dos elementos familiares no texto do Kundera já estão aqui, e perceber que ele já iniciou a carreira com esse nível de qualidade é incrível!