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Kundera 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 sombre farce.
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Life Is Elsewhere, Milan Kundera, Aaron Asher
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- Rok vydania
- 2000
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- Titul
- Life Is Elsewhere
- Jazyk
- anglicky
- Autori
- Milan Kundera, Aaron Asher
- Vydavateľ
- Harper Collins
- Rok vydania
- 2000
- Väzba
- mäkká
- ISBN10
- 0060997028
- ISBN13
- 9780060997021
- Série
- Štítky
- Beletria, Historické téma, Filozofická tematika, Česká literatúra, Klasika, Láska, Politika, Život, Manželstvo, Praha, Česká republika, Lyrika, Sny, Matky, Komunizmus, Žiarlivosť, Podvody, Autobiografické romány, Existencializmus, Básnici, Romány o umelcoch, Milan Kundera
- Pôvodný názov
- Zivot je jinde
- Hodnotenie
- 4 z 5
- Anotácia
- Kundera 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 sombre farce.