novel
Life Is Elsewhere
β Scribed by Milan Kundera
- Publisher
- Faber & Faber
- Year
- 1973
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 175 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 0060997028
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β¦ Synopsis
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.
Review
"Tender and unsparing...Life Is Elsewhere is a remarkable portrait of an artist as a young man." -- -- Newsweek __
Language Notes
_Text: English (translation)
Original Language: French, Czech _
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