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fluentinsilence's review against another edition
4.0
ben erg onder de indruk van het laatste essay over Malaparte's De Huid.
cardigan06's review against another edition
3.0
though i did quite enjoy his musings on literature and particularly the essay on Frances Bacon (whose exhibition i'd just seen , so it really was lovely to read about him) the last couple of essays weren't as strong.His tirides against 'kitch' and how some people don't like Fellini's movies irritating . Excuse me ?? I was not aware you were some almighty judge of taste , Milan Kundera. People are allowed not to like stuff . Stop whining about the evolution of art . Let! People! Like! Stuff!
i think that unpleasant snobbiness is what gave the essay collection a-strange irony . Kundera was praising people who 'made' European Art , whether that's Fellini with filmmaking , or whomever else , bemoaning the elitist literary establishment who kept lists of 'fashionable musicians or composers ' and then does the exact same thing . Mocking newer art , which is he is allowed to do but presenting that idea as the objective truth is just arrogant.
i think that unpleasant snobbiness is what gave the essay collection a-strange irony . Kundera was praising people who 'made' European Art , whether that's Fellini with filmmaking , or whomever else , bemoaning the elitist literary establishment who kept lists of 'fashionable musicians or composers ' and then does the exact same thing . Mocking newer art , which is he is allowed to do but presenting that idea as the objective truth is just arrogant.
bibliocyclist's review against another edition
3.0
"Man now realizes that he is an accident, that he is a completely futile being, that he has to play out the game without reason."
Iceland: three hundred thousand inhabitants spread over a hundred thousand square kilometers. To withstand the solitude, farmers train their binoculars on the far distance to watch other farmers who are also holding binoculars. Iceland: solitudes spying on each other.
"Will there be nothing left of us but worthless stuff?"
"You will be all in pale violet, beautiful grief
And the flowers on your hat will be sad and small"
Iceland: three hundred thousand inhabitants spread over a hundred thousand square kilometers. To withstand the solitude, farmers train their binoculars on the far distance to watch other farmers who are also holding binoculars. Iceland: solitudes spying on each other.
"Will there be nothing left of us but worthless stuff?"
"You will be all in pale violet, beautiful grief
And the flowers on your hat will be sad and small"
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