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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 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
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- Jaar van publicatie
- 1974
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- Titel
- Life is Elsewhere
- Taal
- Engels
- Auteurs
- Milan Kundera
- Uitgever
- Faber
- Jaar van publicatie
- 1974
- Formaat
- Hardcover
- ISBN10
- 0571145604
- ISBN13
- 9780571145607
- Reeks
- Tags
- Fictie, Historisch thema, Tsjechische literatuur, Filosofisch thema, Liefde, Klassiekers, Politiek, Leven, Matrimonium, Praag, Tsjechische Republiek, Lyriek, Dromen, Moeders, Communisme, Jaloezie, Fraude, Autobiografische romans, Existentialisme, Dichters en Dichters, Romans over kunstenaars, Milan Kundera
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- 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 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.