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The author intially intended to call this noel, " 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 scarosanct values: childhood, motherhood, revolution, and even poetry. Jaromil is in fact a poet. His mother made hima 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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Life is Elsewhere, Milan Kundera
- Lingua
- Pubblicato
- 1987
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- Titolo
- Life is Elsewhere
- Lingua
- Inglese
- Autori
- Milan Kundera
- Editore
- Faber and Faber
- Pubblicato
- 1987
- Formato
- In brossura
- Pagine
- 319
- ISBN10
- 0571149030
- ISBN13
- 9780571149032
- Serie
- Tag
- Narrativa, Tema stórico, Letteratura ceca, Tematica filosofica, Amore, Classici, Politica, Vita, Matrimonio, Praga, Repubblica Ceca, Lirica, Sogni, Comunismo, Mamme, Gelosia, Frodi, Romanzi autobiografici, Esistenzialismo, Poeti e poetesse, Romanzi sugli artisti, Milan Kundera
- Titolo originale
- Zivot je jinde
- Valutazione
- 4 su 5
- Descrizione
- The author intially intended to call this noel, " 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 scarosanct values: childhood, motherhood, revolution, and even poetry. Jaromil is in fact a poet. His mother made hima 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.