The Joke quickly became one of the many works of literature to be banned after the Soviet invasion, and Kundera was blacklisted.
The sky was dark but filled with specks of light, the mountains towered over everything but there were people on them, the air was dry and stale and ready for rain, disparity plagued the town but hope survived inside their rib cages.
The only light is the slight flicker coming from a dying bonfire, a refuge of warmth amidst the cold winter darkness. The noise of rhythmic banging on steel drums resonates through the air, breaking any kind of tension. He sits on his porch. He does not own, nor need, a chair. This man has done very little with his life, and for whatever he has achieved, he has never waited long enough to receive any recognition. His name is Jen Hood.
The Joke quickly became one of the many works of literature to be banned after the Soviet invasion, and Kundera was blacklisted.
The sky was dark but filled with specks of light, the mountains towered over everything but there were people on them, the air was dry and stale and ready for rain, disparity plagued the town but hope survived inside their rib cages.
The only light is the slight flicker coming from a dying bonfire, a refuge of warmth amidst the cold winter darkness. The noise of rhythmic banging on steel drums resonates through the air, breaking any kind of tension. He sits on his porch. He does not own, nor need, a chair. This man has done very little with his life, and for whatever he has achieved, he has never waited long enough to receive any recognition. His name is Jen Hood.
