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Niela Gurman danielagur29b1 — A beautiful book. I had a hard time at the beginning because I think I was expecting it to be The Book of Laughter and Forgetting, and it wasn't. But as I got deeper into it I enjoyed it more and more. I still prefer The Book of Laughter and Forgetting and think it's a 'better' book. Unbearable Lightness was great though, using his same style of short vignettes, sliced up chapters that jump around in time and have long flowing descriptions and stiflingly isolated characters. The ending was beautiful, to draw a completely erroneous analogy, it made me think of Grapes of Wrath, as if the entire book is worth the taste that just the last ten pages leaves in your mouth. It's a culmination of all this sadness and beauty and tiny little happinesses we find. It's quite good. I enjoyed it very much. Milan Kundera continues to make me think about things and entice me with his extensive etymological and czech-historical knowledge. And, granted this is because of my past semester and my studies, but it is totally enchanting for anyone grappling with their own sense of agency in a deterministic world. beautiful discussions of fate and self vs. body. just very rich all around.

Car Dan _ar_nd_an — Thank you, Linda, for giving me this book. The idea that reading the adventures of a woman traveling on her own for a year made you think of me makes me happy. I wanted to like this book. I really did. I wish I hadn't felt so irritated by Gilbert's depression-leads-to-self-awareness travelogue. I admit it's possible that jealousy is at the root of my frustration with her travels being funded by an advance on the book she promised to write at the end of the year. I wish someone would give me an advance so that I could substitute pasta for anti-depressants in Italy, or live on an ashram in India, or hang out for four months in Bali. It's too bad that the inevitability of a book coming out of her experiences makes it harder for me to see those experiences as entirely sincere. But, she did make me laugh a couple times. And I was happy that she seemed happy in the end. And I think everyone who wants to should live in Italy long enough to learn some Italian and eat as much as they please, just for the sake of eating. And it takes a lot of bravery to travel, and maybe more to write about it as honestly as she does.

Wonjin Hong wonjinhong — This strikes me as so overrated, and disappointingly juvenile in its fundamental point of view -- "THEY" are out to get you, everyone in concert, just to spoil your good time. Ball-cutters are bad; hookers who fly their breasts free on a fishing boat are good; real men know the difference. None of these characters seem real, and the concerns of the novel -- freedom, social limits, the individual and the machine -- are presented so stupidly, in such a high schoolish manner, that it's hard to take it seriously. There is very little that's human here. The prose here -- as in Kesey's other overrated novel, Sometimes a Great Notion -- manages to veer from muscular and moving, to overwrought and ridiculous, sometimes in the same paragraph. It's unsurprising that this book would be popular with high school and college students. What's baffling to me is that it's held in higher regard by others, taught as a modern classic, etc.