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Un uomo e una donna si incontrano per caso mentre tornano al loro paese natale, che hanno abbandonato vent''anni prima scegliendo la via dell''esilio. Riusciranno a riannodare i fili di una strana storia d''amore, appena iniziata e subito inghiottita dalla palude stigia della storia? Il fatto e che dopo una cosi lunga assenza "i loro ricordi non si assomigliano". Crediamo che i nostri ricordi coincidano con quelli di chi abbiamo amato, crediamo di avere vissuto la medesima esperienza, ma e solo un''illusione. D''altro canto, che puo fare la nostra memoria, quella memoria che del passato non ricorda che una "insignificante minuscola particella"? Viviamo sprofondati in un immenso oblio e ci rifiutiamo di saperlo.

Un "romanzo in forma di variazioni" calamitato da un tema: "la lotta dell''uomo contro il potere e la lotta della memoria contro l''oblio".

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.

Jeter une lumière sur les problèmes les plus sérieux et en même temps ne pas prononcer une seule phrase sérieuse, être fasciné par la réalité du monde contemporain et en même temps éviter tout réalis

Una novela ya clásica en torno al olvido, el erotismo y el humor.Mientras Tamina, una joven viuda en el exilio, quiere recuperar sus diarios íntimos para reconstruir con ellos sus cada vez más vagos recuerdos de su vida matrimonial, Mirek, en Bohemia, trata, en cambio, de recobrar unas antiguas cartas de amor para borrar parte de su pasado. Como dice el propio autor, es una novela sobre Tamina y, en el momento en el que Tamina desaparece de la escena, es una novela para Tamina. Ella es el personaje principal y el principal espectador y todas las demas historias son variaciones de su historia y se reunen en su vida como en un espejo.

Una novela sobre las trampas de la maternidad, el destino, las vidas equivocadas y las vidas no vividas.La madre de Jaromil es una mujer posesiva que mima a su hijo en exceso y que desprecia a su marido, un discreto ingeniero en cuyo interior se esconde un verdadero heroe. Alentado por la madre, que le rie todas las gracias, Jaromil entra en la adolescencia creyendose un poeta. Mientras su madre tiene con el profesor de dibujo de Jaromil una aventura que la llenara de remordimientos, su hijo conocera las dificultades de trabar amistad con sus compañeros de colegio y trata de ocultar en sus poemas sus primeras experiencias eroticas. Poco despues creara en su imaginacion a un personaje llamado Xavier, que vive lo que a el se le niega. Cuando acceda a la universidad y en 1948 se implante en el pais el comunismo con toda su dureza, Jaromil, convertido en un poeta del regimen, todavia ignora que su vida no es sino una eterna huida y, lo que es peor, que toda decision acarrea consecuencias mucho mas graves de lo que uno imagina.

Plus que les autres romans de Kundera, celui-ci est un roman d'amour. Tereza est jalouse. Sa jalousie, domptée le jour, se réveille la nuit, déguisée en rêves qui sont en fait des poèmes sur la mort. Sur son long chemin, la jeune femme est accompagnée de son mari, Tomas, mi-don Juan, mi-Tristan, déchiré entre son amour pour elle et ses tentations libertines insurmontables. Le destin de Sabina, une des maîtresses de Tomas, étend le tissu du roman au monde entier. Intelligente, asentimentale, elle quitte Franz, son grand amour genevois, et court après sa liberté, d'Europe en Amérique, pour ne trouver à la fin que « l'insoutenable légèreté de l'être ». En effet, quelle qualité - de la gravité ou de la légèreté - correspond le mieux à la condition humaine ? Et où s'arrête le sérieux pour céder la place au frivole, et réciproquement ? Avec son art du paradoxe, Kundera pose ces questions à travers un texte composé à partir de quelques données simples mais qui s'enrichissent constamment de nouvelles nuances, dans un jeu de variations où s'unissent récit, rêve et réflexion, prose et poésie, histoire récente et ancienne. Jamais, peut-être, chez Kundera, la gravité et la désinvolture n'ont été unies comme dans ce texte. La mort elle- même a ici un visage double : celui d'une douce tristesse onirique et celui d'une cruelle farce noire. Car ce roman est aussi une méditation sur la mort : celle des individus mais, en outre, celle, possible, de notre vieille Europe.

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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.