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A very good book by Kundera

We want to write books because our children don't want to listen to our stories. We tell our stories to unknown audience because our wives close their ears to our stories. That is what Milan Kundera says in his book. And he also says that graphomaniac people  - the people who are obsessed with writing are isolated and don't have struggle for daily bread and hence have time to idle away and they are from a country where nothing notable happens. He quotes that France produces twenty one times as many writers as Israel. Is that point true? At least writers put their 100% effort in writing and they have something to say. What about us , bloggers? As I read somewhere it is the lowest form of writing. ( well, if you do not consider tweeting and messaging ;-\ )
    May be if you are in a place where your very existence is threatened, where you can not talk freely, where you live in constant apprehension of things that may happen any moment, creativity will completely dry off. Or you can write only about the atrocities of the government , which of course you can not write. In this book, an innocent girl is being targeted by the communist government just because she lets the author run a column in her magazine. A widow who feels she is losing all the memories of her dead husband, and who wants to get the note books where she has written diary of her married life  from her home land is afraid that the government officials who go through all the mail from outside the country will read her private diary. Any person who disagrees with the government is called a traitor and hung to death.
    The idea itself is terrifying. Dear fellow Indians, we blame our government always. But it is not that bad, right?

Well the name of the book is - (should I really walk till hall and look at the title of the book? Why don't I google the name instead.  Ok, ok a little exercise. ) The book of laughter and forgetting . 

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