Milan Kundera
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We Wish to Go to the Festival
After 13 years, another Milan Kundera novel has been translated into English for all us provincials who never learned French. At Slate, Benjamin Herman praises The Festival of Insignificance for its lighthearted wisdom: Insignificance is the work not of a grumpy old…
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My Sister’s Legs
Because that’s how it is with sisters. You are them. You are not them. You are broken shards from the same pane of glass, each reflecting a different light.
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Paper Trumpets #21: The Insurance of Company (Die Hand)
I often buy random photographs in thrift stores and vintage shops when I’m drawn to something in them—an awkward smile, a twinkle in the eye, a revealing hint of uncertainty.
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Harper Schmarper, It’s Kundera We Want
Sure, everyone is jazzed about the new Harper Lee book (except for those of us who are worried). But here is a book we can all get behind—a new Milan Kundera novel to be translated to English this summer: Faber described…
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The Rumpus Interview with Nayomi Munaweera
Nayomi Munaweera discusses Sri Lanka, its brutal Civil War, and writing a novel about two artists with their identities wrapped up in two different countries, Sri Lanka and America.
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Repetition
I have long been more comfortable with questions than answers. I like a storyline that is left open as opposed to one that ties up neatly.
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Toward You
With Toward You, Jim Krusoe completes his trilogy about death, resurrection, and the afterlife, a series of novels that are both comic and consequential.
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I am a Japanese Writer
With wit and insight, Dany Laferriere, the Haitian-Canadian novelist, explores national identity and cultural authenticity in his latest book, I Am a Japanese Writer.
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The Country Where No One Ever Dies
The Albanian, in Ornela Vorpsi’s comic novel, is someone prone to megalomania, and who has one obsession “dearer to them than death… Fornication.”
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The Lightness of Sidney Wade
Her lightness is not merely pointing out the details of the world but showing us that without the glory of the everyday, the parsnip, for instance, there can be no weight lifted.
