This Book is so beautiful and tragic and has such a deep meaning, yet no one talks about it and barely anyone knows it. It might be hard to get into the writing style since it’s classical literature but it’s so worth getting into that story! I marked so many passages in this book and learned many new ways to see life. I will definitely re read it over and over again. (It also It encourages the reader to read Anna Karenina.)

There is just something special in Milan Kunderas Works and this specialness stood out in this book all the more. Telling the tales of two different live situations of 2 different „couples“ (rather lovers seems to be the more unifying term), the book targets subjects of the nature and the measurability of love, about the longing for a mission in life, discussions about the soul and the body and of course Prague. Actually this book is about so much you get surprised every Time Kundera weaves past themes, story nodes and historic facts into cohesive statements and train of thoughts like a master seamster (which can sometimes take up to 100 pages!) It’s the most utterly clever, satisfying and impacting way of writing I have ever come across. Every time it hits it’s like a shot of mephamphetamine that conditions you for longing for more - and it delivers. The topics tackled in the unbearable lightness of being mirror it’s given title in a beautiful way. It is a very dark, even nihilistic book at times but presented in such a humerous and human way it reads more like a hedonistic tale. There’s just little describing this feeling that just springs up in me while reading his works and I think it has to be experienced for yourself to just „get it“. I would highly recommend this piece of literature to anyone who finds themselve interested in human relationships and interesting overarching themes, that aren’t tackled in an obnoxious or elitaritarian manner.

Habe nicht verstanden, worauf er hinaus will, das ganze Buch lang nicht. Er schreibt aber schön.

Very much unbearable, not at all light.

Look at me, huh. Giving books I didn't like initially another try. Why, when there are many other books for me to read? Whereas my case for why I re-read [b:Death in Venice|53061|Death in Venice|Thomas Mann|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1627232919l/53061._SY75_.jpg|17413130], I had no recollection of doing so, so I was confident that there was bound to be something that I missed. As for <i>Unbearable</i>, I remember reading it years ago (six years past! huh!) and vaguely not liking it. I don't know, in precise words, why. But re-reading it recently because of an impulse, I see now the things I missed. The whole philosophizing aspect appeals to me and it does have its moments. But I'm afraid that I found that the poetry of the narrative was unable to sustain itself. Ah well. I did try.