"History is not just a parade of false absolutes, a series of temples raised to pretexts, a debasement of spirit to the Improbable. "
EMCioran
" History, the nightmare that would wake up. "
James Joyce
"Ultimately, the truth does not matter."
Wallace Stevens

Kundera that shortly after his arrival in France, in a meeting mentioned the name of Anatole France and immediately the Romanian writer EMCioran leaned over to whisper: "never uttered here this name out loud if it wants to become the talk of the general fun!" Why? Because in a country that is proud of its revolution, a writer who is worthy of critical analysis contempt.
For Kundera forgetfulness is an evil, but the memory used as a weapon of punishment, which has become legendary transparency required, it is equally damaging, for which is to create a general indiscretion.

In the final pages, the novel examines Kundera Malaparte skin. Its theme is Europe, first submitted by the Nazis, then released, liberated and occupied-US and the USSR. Europe had regarded their culture as a model for the world after his release, he starts to feel small in front of a bright and omnipresent American. In contrast in the perception of Europeans, European and skeptical tired, defeated and blame that was left blinded by the bright white smile virtuoso American interests both of Malaparte as Kundera.
If Kundera opens his book talking about the living, their originality and their pathetic little physical resemblance to portraits of Bacon, A meeting concluded with a reflection on the dead. Compared with the living, the dead have an absolute numerical superiority: "Insurance of their superiority, they mock us, make fun of this little island of time in which we live, in that tiny time of the new Europe which we shown in all its insignificance, all its transience. "
After a meeting I see that Milan Kundera, French or Czech, is one of the best essayists present and that this is his most beautiful book of essays and more lucid, more pampered and personal.
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