Milan Kundera's sixth novel springs from a casual gesture of a woman to her swimming instructor, a gesture that creates a character in the mind of a writer named Kundera. Like Flaubert's Emma or Tolstoy's Anna, Kundera's Agnes becomes an object of fascination, of indefinable longing. From that character springs a novel, a gesture of the imagination that both embodies and articulates Milan Kundera's supreme mastery of the novel and its purpose; to explore thoroughly the great, themes of existence....Continua
Ogni tanto torno a Kundera, conscia che nient'altro, al di là di "L'insostenibile leggerezza dell'essere" possa darmi maggior appagamento. E' così: ogni volta una delusione.
Di questo romanzo-saggio mi resta l'impressione (tra il fastidioso e il tedioso) di dover utilizzare ogni insignificante riflessione quotidiana per rimpolpare una trama che non c'è. Anedotti storici sparsi e dispiegati in un linguaggio povero, avvenimenti ripetitivi, e cos'altro? Ah sì, anche un titolo presuntuosamente sbagliato.
Seguito ideale de L'insostenibile..., Kundera perfeziona e cesella la struttura a mosaico del romanzo, gigioneggiando allegramente tra tutto ciò che, per associazione mentale, può riconnettersi ad un romanzo dal titolo così evocativo: ciclicità, ricorsi storici, entropie e serendipità.
In un impeto, poi, di modernità che manco Sterne (!), spezza l'illusione narrativa irrompendo direttamente nella narrazione, abbandonando l'ottica del narratore onniscente e giocando meta-romanzescamente con i propri personaggi, rendendo essi mortali perché viventi o sé stesso immortale perché narrato.
Insomma, un grosso loop che tuttavia riesce a coinvolgere il lettore anche mediante numerose digressioni di filosofia spicciola in forma di metafora, che, fermandosi poco prima del sofismo becero-moraleggiante à la Gibran, sorprendono a tratti più per la scintillante veste poetica che per l'intuizione intellettuale.
I have absoultely adored every other book by Kundera that I've read but I just didn't care for this one at all. It started quite well with an interesting look at the way we are being photographed constantly and the way people long after immortality of some sort. The main character Agnes was quite intersting in her hatred of being constantly surronded by people. The first few pages were very beautifully done. But then I found I was starting to loose interest. For the book was almost a collection of mini essays disguised as a novel. The novelist at one point said that it was his intention to write a novel that could not be turned into a film. But it didn't make for much of an enjoying read. It was divided up into sections, some sections about the characters being created for the novel and the novelist and some about Goethe. As much as I like history and German Romantacism I found the parts about Goethe quite dull as they were all about this girl who wanted to have an affair with him and Kundera was very harsh on the girl. The plot then returned to Agnes' family. But I just couldn't bring myself to care about her sister or her husband. There was a lot of enforced gender roles that annoyed me. I kept reading because I liked his other books so much. I skimmed the last half towards the end hoping I'd start liking it again but alas it wasn't meant to be.
This was written in 1991, much later than his other books that I read and liked. So I think I won't try reading any more later ones. I was quite disappointed....Continua