“Metaphors are not to be trifled with. Even a single metaphor can be born of love.”
In General, to read a book which is famous and the name of it already imposed by the teeth – it died. And when I first caught already famous at that time “the Unbearable lightness of being”, I felt a natural disappointment. First, the poetry of the title already drew in my head, some vague outlines, which the real book to fit somehow didn’t. Secondly- and I realize that only now, after re-reading – I was still too young. I think that’s right in assuming that the readers leaving comments about the meaninglessness of the novel, just not yet accumulated sufficient life experience. After all, people like stories, describing in some way his own. But to understand the characters Kundera – of Tomas and Teresa, Sabina and Fritz – and to sympathize with them can only be a person who, though not like in this story, experienced love, separation, betrayal…
Unlike many famous works of modern classics, astonishing pretentiousness forms, “the Unbearable lightness of being” novel in this sense is absolutely standard. It consistently and without excessive metaphor describes the lives of several characters involved in love triangles and other figures, no major jumps in time or any other technical frills.
What elevated this book to the Zenith of glory? After all, love stories are written millions… I think the fact that actually, the novel is not about love primarily. And not about politics – although there’s a lot of interesting observations of the times of the “Prague spring” and political movements in General. And not even about how our childhood and our parents continuously haunt us, driving decisions and actions – through this, too.
The book is about betrayal, not in the tragic-epic sense, but in the every day, the banal, the everyday. Tomas loves Tereza, she’s the only one in the series of his countless love Affairs, with whom he lives, sleeps cares about. But he betrays her is not so much the incessant cheating (in the end, for it is quite another, lover does not compete with the place of his wife in his life), but the thought that this woman brought into his life six independent from each other, random events. Unable to deny her feelings, he never ceases to wonder – and did not invent it? Maybe with the same success in the place of Teresa could be any other random woman? And she, Teresa, linking hands with him of his weakness and vulnerability, having bewitched bizarre beauty of their nightmares – if she does not betray herself, trying to endure the unbearable jealousy?
However, I feel closer to Sabina, the eternal lover and traveler, fleeing from any attachment, betraying any of the links. Detailed and boring Fritz will pray and look up to her whole life, admiring reach his level of freedom and not knowing what was inside things are not so sweet.
The book is about the loneliness that overtakes even happy mutually of the lovers – that’s why she speaks to all of the readers who have already managed to feel it. The book that we are doomed to doubt and to question, as never, what to about sure, because life is lived from the very beginning, and no one can explain whether our choice is right or best. And maybe most importantly happiness, promising the most notorious ease, was around the corner, which we turned? The book that we all see the same thing differently and our path is marked by a series of different-sized betrayal, and no one will tell you the right answer.