This is the whimsical, weird, and sometimes wieldy love story of Tomas and Tereza, set mostly in Prague during the Russian invasion. They meet while Tomas is visiting the small town where Tereza is working at a small inn, when she serves him his dinner. After a bit of flirting, and circumstances that Tereza interprets as prescient, Tereza appears with her large suitcase at Tomas’s door and so they begin their lives together.
What is sometimes the charm of this story and sometimes the bane of the story is the perpetual tangent. Most authors will backtrack to fill in context and background about the characters, and we see that here as well. Occasionally, Kundera manages to create a lyrical lightness when he does this in this story. Alternatively, while many authors will thread in an occasional plot line that seems disconnected but then ties in later unexpectedly, this book is plagued with so many tangents that do not tie in anywhere. I feel as though this makes the book unnecessarily harder to read.
I will say that each of the characters is unique and colorfully drawn. In choosing a third person narrator, Kundera provides almost a side door entrance into the minds of each of the characters and lets us know what each is thinking in his own, idiosyncratic way. One fascinating character is Sabina, who is Tomas’s mistress. She is an artist, very independent, and has her own lovers. Through her, Kundera waxes very philosophical on what is light and what is heavy in life. Through her we also see some of the consequences of the Communist regime changes, and she is the one character who manages to be free in her life choices and be free of the Communists ultimately.
I think this is another of those books I would have liked to read in an English class, during which I might’ve digested more of the symbolism with others who were smarter than I and who were more familiar with the historical context than I. I might’ve benefitted from that and appreciated the book more. As it was, I did enjoy some of the writing, the creativity, and philosophical musings of the author, even while I found it occasionally onerous and hard to get through.