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ruthenpress.info · Home». PDF | On Nov 30, , Azlina Abdul Aziz and others published Response to " Ignorance by Milan Kundera". Jónas Hallgrímsson's reburial and Milan Kundera's Ignorance. JÓN KARL HELGASON. ABSTRACT: In his novel Ignorance, Milan Kundera describes briefly the.
As with other Kundera's books that I've read, the background is, of course, Czech Republic, the Prague Spring of and the events it sprang in motion.
Then the time came for me to confirm that suffering by my joyous return to the homeland. And that confirmation didn't happen. They felt duped.
And so did 'i, because up till then I'd thought they loved me not for my suffering but for my self. But what about the two decades of his life he spent elsewhere? Do they matter? And how is he supposed to reconcile them with the life to which he made his "great return"?
Memory cannot be understood, either, without a mathematical approach. The fundamental given is the ratio between the amount of time in the lived life and the amount of time from that life that is stored in memory. No one has ever tried to calculate this ratio, and in fact there exists no technique for doing so; yet without much risk of error I could assume that the memory retains no more than a millionth, a hundred-millionth, in short, an utterly infinitesimal bit of the lived life.
That fact too is part of the essence of man. If someone could retain in his memory everything he had experienced, if he could at any time call up any fragment of his past, he would be nothing like human beings: neither his loves nor his friendships nor his angers nor his capacity to forgive or avenge would resemble ours.
We will never cease our critique of those persons who distort the past, rewrite it, falsify it, who exaggerate the importance of one event and fail to mention some other; such a critique is proper it cannot fail to be , but it doesn't count for much unless a more basic critique precedes it: a critique of human memory as such. For after all, what can memory actually do, the poor thing?
It is only capable of retaining a paltry little scrap of the past, and no one knows why just this scrap and not some other one, since in each of us the choice occurs mysteriously, outside our will or our interests. My life is here! Then she said no more.
By her silence she meant to tell Irena that you don't desert when great events are happening. That emotional demagoguery miscarried. Sylvie's voice warmed: "Darling, I'll come see you!
I promise, I promise! Irena saw tears of emotion in Sylvie's eyes as her friend bent toward her and gripped her hand: "It will be your great return.
She dropped her resistance: she was captivated by images suddenly welling up from books read long ago, from films, from her own memory, and maybe from her ancestral memory: the lost son home again with his aged mother; the man returning to his beloved from whom cruel destiny had torn him away; the family homestead we all carry about within us; the rediscovered trail still marked by the forgotten footprints of childhood; Odysseus sighting his island after years of wandering; the return, the return, the great magic of the return.
Chapter Two The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering. In each language these words have a different semantic nuance.
Often they mean only the sadness caused by the impossibility of returning to one's country: a longing for country, for home. What in English is called "homesickness.
In Dutch: heimwee. But this reduces that great notion to just its spatial element. Czechs have the Greek-derived nostalgie as well as their own noun, stesk, and their own verb; the most moving, Czech expression of love: styska se mi po tobe "I yearn for you," "I'm nostalgic for you"; "I cannot bear the pain of your absence". You are far away, and I don't know what has become of you.