The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
I got a lot more out of this the second time. Lightness vs. Weight… Are human lives worth more than shit? (Not Stalin’s son.) Do our lives more in circles or straight lines? Moving, brilliant, sexually explicit.
So much to like here, so much to dislike here. Kundera is brilliant, though to be fair, I do think that Immortality is a better book, and that this one just got so much love because of all the sex.