The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, Milan Kundera
This is my second favorite Kundera book. I read it in Florida on the kids’ spring break. My oldest twins were teenagers and the little twins were around 4 or 5. I could be wrong about the little ones’ ages. I forget. Which is fitting, I suppose, for this review.
Kundera does it again, writing a story that does not really matter on a micro level, because the macro level is really the point…. and you’re just mind blown.
Memories are so subjectively remembered, forgotten, and denied and that is what this book is about. Another thing that Kundera does in both of my favorites is articulate concepts and thoughts that you have definitely had, but cannot articulate. I read Kundera’s books and think “Yes! That’s what I had been thinking!” He gives feelings and concepts names, and he gives abstract ideas form.