THERE WAS STILL LOVE is an unforgettable story of memory, family and love. Because there is still love. No matter what
Most novels that deal with World War Two and its aftermath are often focused on the Holocaust, and in Australia, Changi, and the camps that imprisoned any Australians – civilian and military in places like Singapore during the 1940s. Very rarely have I read one set in the Communist era that goes between Communist Prague in 1980 and Melbourne in the same year, telling the story of the same family, and their vastly different experiences in each place – linked by grandmothers who were sisters, and photographs of each other, and the untold stories of how the branches of the family were separated in the months leading up to World War Two in 1948.
The prologue of this book was only one page long and consisted of just a few paragraphs. About suitcases. Brown suitcases. And I was smitten. It introduces the recurring theme of suitcases which (I don’t think) is a huge metaphor, but rather a reminder of what we keep locked or hidden away and what we carry and take with us.
Milan Kundera (Not Lost) in Translation
The Museum of Czech Literature is currently showing the exhibit Milan Kundera (neztracen) v překladech -- "Milan Kundera (Not Lost) in Translation'.
See also the Ian Willoughby and Václav Richter report at Radio Prague International, Prague exhibition highlights Kundera's relationship to translations.