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Identity

23 Dec

Identity by Milan KunderaI am almost sure that Kundera’s writing got even more better as he wrote more books but Identity, definitely, is one worth the thought – a trigger to a penchant of insights.

I was never a fan of romance novels and should have recognized this book for what it is but that’s how good Kundera is. He plays and taunt you to think so that this doesn’t become your boy-meets-girl love story, nor does it reflect a sexual discovery but rather becomes a reflection and philosophy on and of love.

The book Identity mainly presents the character sketch of Jean-Marc and Chantal – a couple who seemed to have lost their identities over time. Chantal feels as if her age has taken over her, dragging her to an eventual end while Jean-Marc feels as if he has mistaken Chantal’s identity, not recognizing who she is and thus, not recognizing who he is. The book begins with a statement from Chantal that shall move the story further – “Men don’t stop to look at me anymore.” This statement shall make Jean-Marc go to extreme lengths to pacify and obliterate such apparent fear from Chantal, pretending to be Chantal’s secret admirer, only to be discovered later. It was at this discovery that they have chosen to break free from each other, only to find that it is only with each other they can truly understand who they are and who they want to be.

What I like about this book is its ability to separate the individual from the couple. Although it is mainly about their relationship, Kundera offered a snippet of each other’s perspective, how a girl and a boy looks and reacts at one situation, how each reaction produce an effect and how that move the next series of events. It’s a He said, She said sort of thing – something that helps a person understand “identities” of both genders. I also like the idea that this book is “mature.” It talks about a realistic situation – one that many people experience but refuse to admit – growing up. It’s some sort of mid-life crisis – a time where one observes and realizes that she isn’t who she was and has difficulty looking ahead, a time where many things seem to fall to disarray and order is impossible, a time where nothing else matters or nothing makes sense, nothing is recognizable, not even the one person that is most significant to you. I like the concept of this because it’s true. I may be too young to talk about mid-life crisis but I really think that Chantal’s reaction, is nothing but what we call… an “emo” moment while Jean-Marc’s, an “OA” reaction. Come to think of it, they are quite a pair because of that. They did manage to connect to both their individual personalities and merge themselves once more – seemingly as new individuals in the end.

Which brings me to what I don’t like this book. The topic is very simple and it stretches to one complete book, worse, to a happy ending. It’s not that I don’t like happy endings, it’s just that the book is nothing different from a roller-coaster relationship many teenagers have today, with one situation, emphasized and stretched to fit in one book. I find the book too simple and plain, too “romantic.” I was looking for more ways to understand them, for more situations, for more events maybe, but the book has nothing else more to offer.

I guess this isn’t really just my thing.

 
 

Another way to put it

13 Dec

She is alone with Jean-Marc and sees no difference between him and those who have just left.

“I had almost forgotten,” she says, “that I bought this apartment originally so as to be free at last, to be not spied on, to be able to put my things where I want and be sure that they will stay right where I put them.”

“I’ve told you many times that I belong with that beggar and not with you.  I’m at the margin of this world.  You, you’ve put yourself at the center of it.”

“That’s quite a plush marginality you’ve set yourself up in, and it costs you nothing.”

“I’m ready anytime to leave my plush marginality.  But you, you’ll never give up that citadel of conformism where you’ve established yourself with all your many faces.”

- Identity, Milan Kundera -

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Silence: An excerpt from Identity

12 Dec

That evening she went to a restaurant with Jean-Marc.  At the next table, a couple was plunged in a bottomless silence.  Managing silence under the eyes of other people is not easy.  Where should the two of them turn their gaze?  It would be comical for them to look directly at each other and not say a word.  Stare at the ceiling?  That would seem to be making a display of their muteness.  Observe the neighboring tables?  They might intercept looks of amusement at their silence, and that would be still worse.

Jean-Marc said to Chantal: “Look, it’s not that they hate each other.  Or that apathy has replaced love.  You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.  It’s just that their heads are empty.  It might even be out of tact that they’re refusing to talk, if they’ve got nothing to say.

“Everything changed when I met you.   Not because my little jobs became more exciting.  but because everything that happens around me I turn into fodder for our conversations.”

“We could talk about other things!”

“Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that’s very beautiful.  But what would they nourish their intimate talk with?  However contemptible the world may be, they still need it to be able to talk together.”

“They could be silent.”

“Like those two, at the next table?”  Jean Marc laughed.  “Oh, no, no love can survive muteness.”

- Identity, Milan Kundara -

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Nostalgia

11 Dec

Nostalgia?  How could she feel nostalgia when he was right in front of her? How can you suffer from the absence of a person who is present?  (Jean-Marc knew how to answer that:  you can suffer nostalgia in the presence of the beloved if you glimpse a future where the beloved is no more; if the beloved’s death is, invisibly, already present.)

- Identity, Milan Kundara -

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Gaze of Love

10 Dec

Because the gaze of love is the gaze that isolates… the loving solitude of two persons become invisible to other people: a sad solitude that prefigures death. No, what she needs is not a loving gaze but a flood of alien, crude, lustful looks settling on her with no good will, no discrimination, no tenderness or politeness — settling on her fatefully, inescapably. Those are the looks that sustain her within human society. The gaze of love rips her out of it.

- Jean Marc, Identity -

 
 

Boys do fall in love

09 Dec

He stares at her, unable to understand what she is saying, what she means. She is sad because men don’t turn to look at her anymore? He wants to say to her: And me? What about me? Me who goes searching for you kilometers on the beach, me who shouts your name in tears and who could chase after you length and breadth of the planet?

- Jean Marc, Identity -

 
 

What is friendship?

08 Dec

This is the real and the only reason for friendship: to provide a mirror so the other person can contemplate his image form the past which, without the eternal blah-blah of memories between pals, would long ago have disappeared.

- Jean-Marc, Identity -

In the book, this was ironically realized at a time when the friendship seemed old but corroded of time and useless to the present woes of remembering.

How were you to be friends with someone who doesn’t want to be friends with you?