Short stories from Milan Kundera, author of The Unbearable Lightness of Being. These stories are fiction, of course, with the subject matter typically dealing with romance, sex, and relationships. It's an easy, enjoyable read, but there's a genius to it, in that the stories contain so many lessons, that if they weren't fictionalized, the book could appropriately be labeled self-help, philosophy, or psychology. (Most of the stories contain some combination of the three.) In this sense, Kundera reminds me of Dostoevsky. But Kundera is more cerebral and observation based; whereas Dostoevsky seems to be more from the gut, with perhaps deeper, but less widely canvassed probing.
Despite all the sex, Kundera's world is not happy one -- nor is it a sad one. Like all of our lives, the lives of his characters go back and fourth between happiness, sadness, and desperation, with varying levels of confidence inbetween -- some due to situation and external circumstance, some due to personal psychology. They constantly go through changes in perception, and undergo new realizations. Some of these paradigm shifts are foolish, while some are accurate and profound: our misunderstandings of others, ourselves, and our relationships, yes: but the stories are also about our misunderstandings of situations, and our screwed up concepts of life in general.
I wonder if a great book can altogether avoid the subject of death. Death is a part of a pulsing existentialism that permeates my three favorite stories from this collection: Symposium (read this when you're drinking wine: it may be the funniest short story I've ever read: light, happenstance irony, but with a masterfully profound ending), Let the Old Dead Make Room for the Young Dead, and Eduard and God (the book's last story, which has an intelligent, life affirming intensity to it, making it the perfect closing to this impressive collection).
It's true that some of these stories are heartbreaking, and, some of the relationships within them, fucked up. But frankly, relationships are fucked up, and life is unfortunately, sometimes heartbreaking.
Brilliant work here: I can't wait to read my next Kundera.