Search - Slowness

I absolutely loved this. Slightly odd but in a beautiful way, makes you rethink the current pace of our lives. Just writing this makes me want to read it again.

Kundera writes like a composer writes, full of rhythm and lyricism, ever conscious of the pacing of his language, and how that drives the overall story. His theme, "slowness," is brilliantly buried just below the surface of every part of the story, and it seems to me that the content of the story always feels secondary to his masterful ability to spin language. Kundera draws the reader into the same "slow" rhythm of his story, and the experience of reading this work becomes a delicious meditation.

A playfull envoi from a tender misanthrope; a rant set to music by Mozart. An ode to sensuous leisure, to the enjoyment of pleasure rather than just the search for it.