
The reason for the lack of update is this:
I have been reading Milan Kundera's
The Curtain and I just can't put it down.
As someone who writes for his daily bread, it is inevitable that I harvest some kind of fantasy about writing a novel or prose or simply longish-length drama. And this is an amicable companion to the journey, albeit not without plenty of insights that open my eyes to other possibilities of the form.
This book is a celebration of the novel par excellent.
Reading this also brought me back to Prague. And in between the lines, I returned to the edge of the
Rudolfinum, where the
Vltava snakes out, and where I caught a glimpse of the castle and basked in that fleeting spell.
The exact
same feeling as when I took the above picture.Ahoj, Pan Kundera! Děkuji!