While it’s true that writing is a matter of technique that can be harnessed by constant practice, there is that soulful facet to writing that is possessed only by the magical few. Undoubtedly, Milan Kundera is in the ranks of these natural writing talents. He wrote on Ignorance, but he is far from being one as far as writing is concerned.
I believe that genius writing is a silent but strong and unspoken fraternity of authors who possess that divine x-factor in their writing. These authors show without telling too much, leave readers wanting more, and uses even seemingly meaningless parts of the novel into something of monumental or pivotal significance. On second thought, these authors do not waste words so there is no meaningless utterance in the entirety of their creations; they economize but let each syllable speak volumes. And the connections can hardly be missed, subtly interlaced as they are.
Kundera’s novel, Ignorance, which was originally in French, was not called a bestseller for nothing.
Ignorance knows no bounds and it’s not just in real life. This is the second Kundera book that I finished reading, and I liked this one better than the last (Testaments Betrayed).
Kundera’s novels always make me think deeply about things. He shakes up definitions of certain words which I thought are immovable. He makes me have a certain consciousness and heightened devotion for the milieu of languages and the world beyond it.
Irena and Josef’s story was not even a lame attempt to produce a love story. It redefined what coming home meant to emigrants. It redefined emigration altogether against the backdrop of a falling communist regime. And it also possessed haunting presences like that of Milada and the hidden secret behind her lonesome beauty.
It was shameless, enticing, and intellectual, just like any other Kundera novel. And I intend not to give too much away in my review, lest I deprive readers of the privilege to enjoy it in the same way.
I enjoy the fact that both feet were propped up on pillows while I was in bed reading this book, the very book on Ignorance that unabashedly stripped me of my ignorance. 🙂