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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
- Jazyk
- Rok vydání
- 1987
- Vazba
- (měkká),
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- Poškozená
- Cena
- 139 Kč
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Platební metody
4,0
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99+ Hodnocení
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- Titul
- Life is Elsewhere
- Jazyk
- anglicky
- Autoři
- Milan Kundera
- Vydavatel
- Faber & Faber
- Rok vydání
- 1987
- Vazba
- měkká
- Počet stran
- 319
- ISBN10
- 0571149030
- ISBN13
- 9780571149032
- Série
- Štítky
- Historické téma, Česká literatura, Filosofická tématika, Láska, Politika, Život, Manželství, Praha, Česká republika, Lyrika, Sny, Komunismus, Matky, Žárlivost, Podvody, Autobiografické romány, Existencialismus, Básníci a básnířky, Romány o umělcích, Milan Kundera
- Původní název
- Zivot je jinde
- Hodnocení
- 4 z 5
- Anotace
- 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.