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going full art cop on this because it is necessary finished last night Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being, and dear loving god he sucks and that is a poo poo book. Starts off well with some good ideas, but it is some of the worst of postmodernism in literature: all humans suck, nothing is worth living for, bla-bla-bla without anything edifying for living other than some vague notion of beauty that is so incredibly poo poo and mediocre due to their egocentric narcissism that no wonder that all his characters loving suck it has all the superficial beats to be regarded as "serious" literature, which is why a lot of low-tier garbage criticism heaped praise upon it; the relevant political content and criticism of the novel gets submerged because the bitchmade author, through his poo poo characters, keeps going back and forth in inanity about living for the sake of love, but "love" here as a bad aesthetic because everything is light and has no meaning and no importance; what a loving spineless coward, a poo poo-tier liberal intellectual that deserves to be nowhere near actual great liberal authors like Borges who actually offer some conviction in their belief. dear god (of course, Borges was a motherfucking S+ tier modernist so again gently caress postmodern literary mediocrity forever)
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cool thread
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