So now Milan Kundera is gone at the age of 94. It’s easy to forget the tremendous weight, the sheer dynamism that he brought to the art of fiction, and the way he defied the horror of what the Soviets did to Eastern Europe and to Czechoslovakia in particular. It was as though he carried with him the full load of a nation’s tragic burden and used it to give colour and complexity to everything he touched.
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