Milan Kundera's sixth novel springs from a casual gesture of a woman to her swimming instructor, a gesture that creates a character in the mind of a writer named Kundera. Like Flaubert's Emma or Tolstoy's Anna, Kundera's Agnes becomes an object of fascination, of indefinable longing. From that character springs a novel, a gesture of the imagination that both embodies and articu...
Milan Kundera's sixth novel springs from a casual gesture of a woman to her swimming instructor, a gesture that creates a character in the mind of a writer named Kundera. Like Flaubert's Emma or Tolstoy's Anna, Kundera's Agnes becomes an object of fascination, of indefinable longing. From that character springs a novel, a gesture of the imagination that both embodies and articulates Milan Kundera's supreme mastery of the novel and its purpose: to explore thoroughly the great themes of existence.
《不朽》和《轻》我都很喜欢，可能是因为在别人的故事里看到了自己沧海一粟的一生的缩影，not in a I-will-be-living-the-exact-same-life way，而是意识到我们始终在渺小的一生里自我挣扎、与命运对峙；我们执迷于自身的独特性，为无意义的赋予意义，把（我们认为）不属于自己的从生命里割弃；我们的physical presence无限趋近于却永远无法成为我们的imag...《不朽》和《轻》我都很喜欢，可能是因为在别人的故事里看到了自己沧海一粟的一生的缩影，not in a I-will-be-living-the-exact-same-life way，而是意识到我们始终在渺小的一生里自我挣扎、与命运对峙；我们执迷于自身的独特性，为无意义的赋予意义，把（我们认为）不属于自己的从生命里割弃；我们的physical presence无限趋近于却永远无法成为我们的image，也让我们永远无法抵达现实；我们不停地欺骗、背叛，直到普世的痛苦分别将我们从这个世界里剥离（“In intense suffering the world disappears and each of us is alone with his self.”）。(展开)
《不朽》和《轻》我都很喜欢，可能是因为在别人的故事里看到了自己沧海一粟的一生的缩影，not in a I-will-be-living-the-exact-same-life way，而是意识到我们始终在渺小的一生里自我挣扎、与命运对峙；我们执迷于自身的独特性，为无意义的赋予意义，把（我们认为）不属于自己的从生命里割弃；我们的physical presence无限趋近于却永远无法成为我们的imag...《不朽》和《轻》我都很喜欢，可能是因为在别人的故事里看到了自己沧海一粟的一生的缩影，not in a I-will-be-living-the-exact-same-life way，而是意识到我们始终在渺小的一生里自我挣扎、与命运对峙；我们执迷于自身的独特性，为无意义的赋予意义，把（我们认为）不属于自己的从生命里割弃；我们的physical presence无限趋近于却永远无法成为我们的image，也让我们永远无法抵达现实；我们不停地欺骗、背叛，直到普世的痛苦分别将我们从这个世界里剥离（“In intense suffering the world disappears and each of us is alone with his self.”）。(展开)
As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But does there exist another kind of direct contact between my self and their selves except through the mediation of the eyes? （只要与人共处，我们便只是别人所认定的那个自己...
2014-01-03 13:301人喜欢
As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But does there exist another kind of direct contact between my self and their selves except through the mediation of the eyes?
（只要与人共处，我们便只是别人所认定的那个自己。揣度他人如何看待，想方设法引人瞩目，会被不耻为虚饰欺骗。但是，若非透过双眼，在我之自我与彼之自我之间，还有另外一种直接的接触吗？）
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our self is a mere illusion, ungraspable, indescribable, misty, while the only reality, all too easily graspable and describable, is our image in the eyes of others. And the worst thing about it is that you are not its master. First you try to paint it yourself, then you want at least to influence and control it, but in vain: a single malicious phrase is enough to change you forever into a depressingly simple caricature.
（自我只是幻像，不可捉摸，难以刻画，隐约难以明见。唯一的现实，且极易把握描绘的，是别人眼中的形象。但糟糕的是，你并非那个形象的主人。初时尚可勉强描画，稍后至少期望把握影响，但终归徒劳：一句恶言便足以将你变成永远的笑柄。）
What is unbearable in life is not being but being one's self. The Creator, with his computer, release into the world billions of selves as well as their lives. Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a foutain on which the univserse falls like warm rain.
2013-10-13 17:501人喜欢
What is unbearable in life is not being but being one's self. The Creator, with his computer, release into the world billions of selves as well as their lives.
Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world.
But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a foutain on which the univserse falls like warm rain.引自 Chance
As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But does there exist another kind of direct contact between my self and their selves except through the mediation of the eyes? （只要与人共处，我们便只是别人所认定的那个自己...
2014-01-03 13:301人喜欢
As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But does there exist another kind of direct contact between my self and their selves except through the mediation of the eyes?
（只要与人共处，我们便只是别人所认定的那个自己。揣度他人如何看待，想方设法引人瞩目，会被不耻为虚饰欺骗。但是，若非透过双眼，在我之自我与彼之自我之间，还有另外一种直接的接触吗？）
....
our self is a mere illusion, ungraspable, indescribable, misty, while the only reality, all too easily graspable and describable, is our image in the eyes of others. And the worst thing about it is that you are not its master. First you try to paint it yourself, then you want at least to influence and control it, but in vain: a single malicious phrase is enough to change you forever into a depressingly simple caricature.
（自我只是幻像，不可捉摸，难以刻画，隐约难以明见。唯一的现实，且极易把握描绘的，是别人眼中的形象。但糟糕的是，你并非那个形象的主人。初时尚可勉强描画，稍后至少期望把握影响，但终归徒劳：一句恶言便足以将你变成永远的笑柄。）
What is unbearable in life is not being but being one's self. The Creator, with his computer, release into the world billions of selves as well as their lives. Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a foutain on which the univserse falls like warm rain.
2013-10-13 17:501人喜欢
What is unbearable in life is not being but being one's self. The Creator, with his computer, release into the world billions of selves as well as their lives.
Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world.
But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a foutain on which the univserse falls like warm rain.引自 Chance
As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But does there exist another kind of direct contact between my self and their selves except through the mediation of the eyes? （只要与人共处，我们便只是别人所认定的那个自己...
2014-01-03 13:301人喜欢
As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But does there exist another kind of direct contact between my self and their selves except through the mediation of the eyes?
（只要与人共处，我们便只是别人所认定的那个自己。揣度他人如何看待，想方设法引人瞩目，会被不耻为虚饰欺骗。但是，若非透过双眼，在我之自我与彼之自我之间，还有另外一种直接的接触吗？）
....
our self is a mere illusion, ungraspable, indescribable, misty, while the only reality, all too easily graspable and describable, is our image in the eyes of others. And the worst thing about it is that you are not its master. First you try to paint it yourself, then you want at least to influence and control it, but in vain: a single malicious phrase is enough to change you forever into a depressingly simple caricature.
（自我只是幻像，不可捉摸，难以刻画，隐约难以明见。唯一的现实，且极易把握描绘的，是别人眼中的形象。但糟糕的是，你并非那个形象的主人。初时尚可勉强描画，稍后至少期望把握影响，但终归徒劳：一句恶言便足以将你变成永远的笑柄。）
What is unbearable in life is not being but being one's self. The Creator, with his computer, release into the world billions of selves as well as their lives. Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a foutain on which the univserse falls like warm rain.
2013-10-13 17:501人喜欢
What is unbearable in life is not being but being one's self. The Creator, with his computer, release into the world billions of selves as well as their lives.
Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world.
But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a foutain on which the univserse falls like warm rain.引自 Chance
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As long as we live with other people, we are only what other people consider us to be. Thinking about how others see us and trying to make our image as attractive as possible is considered a kind of dissembling or cheating. But does there exist another kind of direct contact between my self and their selves except through the mediation of the eyes? （只要与人共处，我们便只是别人所认定的那个自己...
What is unbearable in life is not being but being one's self. The Creator, with his computer, release into the world billions of selves as well as their lives. Living, there is no happiness in that. Living: carrying one's painful self through the world. But being, being is happiness. Being: becoming a fountain, a foutain on which the univserse falls like warm rain.
0 有用 Jessika 2020-07-16
《不朽》和《轻》我都很喜欢，可能是因为在别人的故事里看到了自己沧海一粟的一生的缩影，not in a I-will-be-living-the-exact-same-life way，而是意识到我们始终在渺小的一生里自我挣扎、与命运对峙；我们执迷于自身的独特性，为无意义的赋予意义，把（我们认为）不属于自己的从生命里割弃；我们的physical presence无限趋近于却永远无法成为我们的imag... 《不朽》和《轻》我都很喜欢，可能是因为在别人的故事里看到了自己沧海一粟的一生的缩影，not in a I-will-be-living-the-exact-same-life way，而是意识到我们始终在渺小的一生里自我挣扎、与命运对峙；我们执迷于自身的独特性，为无意义的赋予意义，把（我们认为）不属于自己的从生命里割弃；我们的physical presence无限趋近于却永远无法成为我们的image，也让我们永远无法抵达现实；我们不停地欺骗、背叛，直到普世的痛苦分别将我们从这个世界里剥离（“In intense suffering the world disappears and each of us is alone with his self.”）。 (展开)
0 有用 illusion. 2020-09-28
wow, wow, wow..
3 有用 MinorDemon 2014-03-17
这本才是真正的生命不能承受之轻。不能承受的不是存在，而是作为自我的存在。
0 有用 Ainsley Hayes 2018-12-25
太喜欢这一本了
1 有用 [已注销] 2013-09-11
目前最喜欢的昆德拉
0 有用 BBCINEMMMIDK 2020-11-15
昆德拉的文字和敘事風格完全昇華了閱讀體驗，這部小說就像一首精彩的爵士曲子。英文譯本尤其呈現出文字的魅力。整本書的故事，抽絲剝繭拿出來講的話，也許算不上很出眾，但昆德拉完美展示了如何在看似最普通的故事裡探索最曖昧，最深刻的議題，例如man’s pursuit for immortality, eroticism。 沒有對人性深刻的洞察，是寫不出的。每一個主角都被注入了靈魂，靈動，完整，鮮明。另一點我... 昆德拉的文字和敘事風格完全昇華了閱讀體驗，這部小說就像一首精彩的爵士曲子。英文譯本尤其呈現出文字的魅力。整本書的故事，抽絲剝繭拿出來講的話，也許算不上很出眾，但昆德拉完美展示了如何在看似最普通的故事裡探索最曖昧，最深刻的議題，例如man’s pursuit for immortality, eroticism。 沒有對人性深刻的洞察，是寫不出的。每一個主角都被注入了靈魂，靈動，完整，鮮明。另一點我十分享受的是昆德拉在小說中巧妙混入他對於政治，人權，占星，人性的獨到看法。好久沒看這麼好看的小說啦！ (展开)
0 有用 illusion. 2020-09-28
wow, wow, wow..
0 有用 Jessika 2020-07-16
《不朽》和《轻》我都很喜欢，可能是因为在别人的故事里看到了自己沧海一粟的一生的缩影，not in a I-will-be-living-the-exact-same-life way，而是意识到我们始终在渺小的一生里自我挣扎、与命运对峙；我们执迷于自身的独特性，为无意义的赋予意义，把（我们认为）不属于自己的从生命里割弃；我们的physical presence无限趋近于却永远无法成为我们的imag... 《不朽》和《轻》我都很喜欢，可能是因为在别人的故事里看到了自己沧海一粟的一生的缩影，not in a I-will-be-living-the-exact-same-life way，而是意识到我们始终在渺小的一生里自我挣扎、与命运对峙；我们执迷于自身的独特性，为无意义的赋予意义，把（我们认为）不属于自己的从生命里割弃；我们的physical presence无限趋近于却永远无法成为我们的image，也让我们永远无法抵达现实；我们不停地欺骗、背叛，直到普世的痛苦分别将我们从这个世界里剥离（“In intense suffering the world disappears and each of us is alone with his self.”）。 (展开)
0 有用 一顆火龍果 2020-05-24
Characters are so extreme... 但也算求仁得仁吧。
0 有用 Shawu 2020-05-09
太厉害了，是读过的昆德拉中最好的一本。就像昆德拉自己说的，这本应该叫the unbearable lightness of being，又是小说又是哲思。