There’s an essay on the art of the novel written by Milan Kundra under his thought-provoking, enlightened view of how the world carries with itself a ready-made perception, represented thorough where each of us is with a pre-interpreted world. There, a novelist tells us what is behind the curtains, never ignoring the history and value of any western civilizations’ novel.
In Kundera’s somewhat Eurocentric view, the novel is uniquely able to express a highly ironic “antimodern modernism.” “The novel alone,” he says, “could reveal the immense, mysterious power of the pointless,” in contrast to the “pre-interpretation” of reality. A destructive act resounds across every novel worthy of the name and lineage.
The incomparable literary artist celebrates a prose form, which may transcend the intellectual boundaries nationwide and from the pov of the language. Unbeknownst aspects of human nature, therefore, stand revealed and the lies are pushed out in a declarative form to affirm his own poetics of the novel.
“A magic curtain, woven of legends, hung before the world. Cervantes sent Don Quixote journeying and tore through the curtain. The world opened before the knight-errant in all the comical nakedness of its prose.”
Again, he is not inclined towards literary criticism, but in fact writing the secret history, where the novels of Milan Kundera teach us how to read them.
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