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Milan Kundera

Franco-czech poet and novelist.

Born April 1st, 1929 in Královo Pole. [ref]

Died July 11th, 2023 at 94 years old in Paris. [ref]

Occupations
novelist, playwright, poet, screenwriter, translator, university teacher, writer
Wikipedia

On July 11th, 2023, Milan Kundera, the Czech-born and French-domiciled novelist and playwright, passed away at the age of 94. Throughout his life, Kundera published many manuscripts, winning both international commendations and criticism. He was best known for his screenplay adaptation of Aldous Huxley’s novel Brave New World for the stage. He also published two collections of poetry, Montaigne and Bohemian Rhapsody, as well as several novels such as The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Immortality, and The Book of Laughter and Forgetting. Additionally, he published several short fiction stories in various publications. Due to his political beliefs, Kundera was persecuted by the communist Czechoslovak authorities during the six decades that he spent in the country. In 1975, he was stripped of his Czechoslovak citizenship, and in 1979, his works were naturelized by the government. Kundera’s impact not only reached the Czech Republic and the world of literature, but also the international political scene. He forcefully advocated for human rights and launched passionate protests against former war-torn countries. He became a true representative of human rights through his works, echoing what he believed in and stirring deep thoughts and conversations within the general public. He will be remembered for his passionate works that explored the complexities of sadness, joy, war and the effects of hate on individuals and societies. His work will continue to evoke questions in the minds of readers, and to discuss themes of identity, freedom, love, death and suffering.

For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on. Bram Stoker