Of Milan Kundera’s masterpiece “The Book of Laughter and Forgetting”, Ian McEwan wrote that “one is torn between profound pleasure in the novel’s execution and wonder at the pain that inspired it”. He is right; the exquisite dialogue loses little in translation from the French, and Kundera’s ability to find humour in simple, human interaction makes it an annual read for me. I bought my paperback copy in 1998. It is starting to look weary, but then so am I.
You have referred to Milan Kundera in a few of your missives so I must grab a copy to read.
Luckily I seem to have reached an age where I am no longer as disappointed as I used to be in a bad shot. I had a younger friend who was getting very frustrated with his golf in one of the chats I’m in and sent this to him “As I get older and friends (including myself) have suffered life threatening illnesses and passed away in some cases it makes me realise that missing putts or losing balls isn’t really important. Getting out in the fresh air and socialising with friends is what’s most important to me now, but I didn’t think like that when I was your age.”
You have referred to Milan Kundera in a few of your missives so I must grab a copy to read.
Luckily I seem to have reached an age where I am no longer as disappointed as I used to be in a bad shot. I had a younger friend who was getting very frustrated with his golf in one of the chats I’m in and sent this to him “As I get older and friends (including myself) have suffered life threatening illnesses and passed away in some cases it makes me realise that missing putts or losing balls isn’t really important. Getting out in the fresh air and socialising with friends is what’s most important to me now, but I didn’t think like that when I was your age.”
As I envision myself as the shot sails off my expected line I can only shake my head in agreement 😉