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Milan KunderaA young woman in love with a man torn between his love for her and his incorrigible womanizing; one of his mistresses and her humbly faithful lover -- these are the two couples whose story is told in this masterful novel. In a world in which lives are shaped by irrevocable choices and by fortuitous events, a world in which everything occurs but once, existence seems to lose its substance, its weight. Hence, we feel "the unbearable lightness of being" not only as the consequence of our pristine actions but also in the public sphere, and the two inevitably intertwine.

In this entertaining and always stimulating collection of seven essays, Kundera deftly sketches out his personal view of the history and value of the novel. Too often, he suggests, a novel is thought about only within the confines of the nation of its origin, when in fact the novel's development has always occurred across borders: Laurence Sterne learned from Rabelais, Henry Fielding from Cervantes, Joyce from Flaubert, Garcia Marquez from Kafka. The real work of a novel is not bound up in the specifics of any one language: what makes a novel matter is its ability to reveal some previously unknown aspect of our existence. In "The Curtain", Kundera skilfully describes how the best novels do just that.

Kunderaren eleberriak erdi fikzio erdi saiakera dira, eta baliabide interesgarri ugari erabili ohi ditu: ironia, ahots narratzaileen ugaritasuna, osagarri erreal eta fikziozkoen arteko nahasketa, digresioa, eta abar. Egileak aurka egiten die, literaturaren bidez, giza (eta gizarte) mixeriei, apustu etiko eta filosofikoa eginez. Bere testuetan askatu gabeko korapilorik utzi nahi ez duenez, idazle orojakile eta guztiahaldun gisa agertzen zaigu: pertsonaiek zer egiten duten azaltzeaz gain, buruan une oro zer darabilten jakinarazten digu.

Projectar una llum sobre els problemes més seriosos i alhora no pronunciar ni una sola frase seriosa, estar fascinat per la realitat del món contemporani i, alhora, evitar tot realisme, així és La festa de la insignificança. Qui conegui les obres anteriors de Kundera sap que en ell no son gens inesperades les ganes d'incorporar en una novel·la alguna cosa no seriosa.En aquesta novel·la, Kundera per fi, veu plenament realitzat el seu vell somni estetic, que pot llegir-se com un sorprenent resum de tota la seva obra

This is the new novel from Milan Kundera. "Enchanting...it explores all aspects of a declining civilisation without taking any of them too seriously...In this novel of Flaubertian seduction, free of blame and guilt, insignificance is the very essence of life." (La Repubblica). Casting light on the most serious of problems and at the same time saying not one serious sentence; being fascinated by the reality of the contemporary world and at the same time completely avoiding realism - that's The Festival of Insignificance. Readers who know Kundera's earlier books know that the wish to incorporate an element of the "unserious" in a novel is not at all unexpected of him. In Immortality, Goethe and Hemingway stroll through several chapters together talking and laughing. And in Slowness, Vera, the author's wife, says to her husband: "you've often told me you meant to write a book one day that would have not a single serious word in it...I warn you: watch out. Your enemies are lying in wait." Now, far from watching out, Kundera is finally and fully realizing his old aesthetic dream in this novel that we could easily view as a summation of his whole work. A strange sort of summation. Strange sort of epilogue. Strange sort of laughter, inspired by our time, which is comical because it has lost all sense of humor. What more can we say? Nothing. Just read.

Thomas Maggs, the son of the local publican, lives with his parents and sister in a village on the Suffolk coast in 1914. He is the youngest child, and the only son surviving. Life is quiet - shaped by the seasons, fishing and farming and the summer visitors. Then one day a mysterious Scotsman arrives. To Thomas he looks for all the world like a detective, in his black cape and hat of felted wool, and the way he puffs on his pipe as if he's Sherlock Holmes. Mac is what the locals call him when they whisper about him in the inn. And whisper they do, for he sets off on his walks at unlikely hours, and stops to examine the humblest flowers. He is seen on the beach, staring out across the waves as if he's searching for clues. But Mac isn't a detective, he's the architect Charles Rennie Mackintosh, and together with his red-haired artist wife, they soon become a source of fascination and wonder to Thomas. Yet just as Thomas and Mac's friendship begins to blossom, war with Germany is declared. The summer guests flee and are replaced by regiments of soldiers on their way to Belgium, and as the brutality of war weighs increasingly heavily on this coastal community, they become more suspicious of Mac and his curious behaviour...In this tender and compelling story of an unlikely friendship, Esther Freud paints a vivid portrait of a home front community during the First World War, and of a man who was one of the most brilliant and misunderstood artists of his generation.

This set of three books by Milan Kundera includes: 'Immortality'; 'Slowness'; and 'Farewell Waltz'. It forms part of Faber's 'Threebies' series, which offers diffe

« Sur l'avenir, tout le monde se trompe. L'homme ne peut être sûr que du moment présent. Mais est-ce bien vrai ? Peut-il vraiment le connaître, le présent ? Est-il capable de le juger ? Bien sûr que non. Car comment celui qui ne connaît pas l'avenir pourrait-il comprendre le sens du présent ? Si nous ne savons pas vers quel avenir le présent nous mène, comment pourrions-nous dire que ce présent est bon ou mauvais, qu'il mérite notre adhésion, notre méfiance ou notre haine ? »

« Un rideau magique, tissé de légendes, était suspendu devant le monde. Cervantes envoya don Quichotte en voyage et déchira le rideau. Le monde s'ouvrit devant le chevalier errant dans toute la nudité comique de sa prose... ... c'est en déchirant le rideau de la préinterprétation que Cervantes a mis en route cet art nouveau ; son geste destructeur se reflète et se prolonge dans chaque roman digne de ce nom ; c'est le signe d'identité de l'art du roman. »

A man and a woman meet by chance while returning to their homeland, which they had abandoned 20 years earlier when they chose to become exiles. Will they manage to pick up the thread of their strange love story, interrupted almost as soon as it began and then lost in the tides of history?

Kundera, oeuvre, coffret en 2 volumes. «La seule chose que je désirais […] profondément, avidement, c'était un regard lucide et désabusé. Je l'ai trouvé enfin dans l'art du roman. C'est pourquoi être romancier fut pour moi plus que pratiquer un "genre littéraire" parmi d'autres ; ce fut une attitude, une sagesse, une position ; une position excluant toute identification à une politique, à une religion, à une idéologie, à une morale, à une collectivité ; une non-identification consciente, opiniâtre, enragée, conçue non pas comme évasion ou passivité, mais comme résistance, défi, révolte. J'ai fini par avoir ces dialogues étranges : "Vous êtes communiste, monsieur Kundera? — Non, je suis romancier." "Vous êtes dissident? — Non, je suis romancier." "Vous êtes de gauche ou de droite? — Ni l'un ni l'autre. Je suis romancier."» Milan Kundera, Les Testaments trahis.

The Joke, Milan Kundera's first novel, gained him a huge following in his own country, and launched his worldwide literary reputation. "Kundera is the saddest, funniest and most lovable