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Life is elsewhere / Milan Kundera ; translated from the Czech by Peter Kussi

By: Contributor(s): Material type: TextTextLanguage: English Original language: Czech Publisher: Harmondsworth, Middlesex : Penguin Books, 1986Description: 307 pages ; 20 cmContent type:
  • text
Media type:
  • unmediated
Carrier type:
  • volume
ISBN:
  • 9780140064704 pbk
  • 9780140064704 pbk
Uniform titles:
  • Zivot je jinde. English
Subject(s): Summary: The author initially intended to call this novel The Lyrical Age. The lyrical age, according to Kundera, is youth, and this novel, above all, is an epic of adolescence; an ironic epic that tenderly erodes sacrosanct values: childhood, motherhood, revolution, and even poetry. Jaromil is in fact a poet. His mother made him a poet and accompanies him (figuratively) to his love bed and (literally) to his deathbed. A ridiculous and touching character, horrifying and totally innocent ("innocence with its bloody smile"!), Jaromil is at the same time a true poet. He's no creep, he's Rimbaud. Rimbaud entrapped by the communist revolution, entrapped in a somber farce
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Non-Circulating ATU Mayo McDonagh Collection Donation 891.8635 KUN (Browse shelf(Opens below)) Library Use Only J181810

Originally published in the United States of America by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc.

The author initially intended to call this novel The Lyrical Age. The lyrical age, according to Kundera, is youth, and this novel, above all, is an epic of adolescence; an ironic epic that tenderly erodes sacrosanct values: childhood, motherhood, revolution, and even poetry. Jaromil is in fact a poet. His mother made him a poet and accompanies him (figuratively) to his love bed and (literally) to his deathbed. A ridiculous and touching character, horrifying and totally innocent ("innocence with its bloody smile"!), Jaromil is at the same time a true poet. He's no creep, he's Rimbaud. Rimbaud entrapped by the communist revolution, entrapped in a somber farce

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