The Apologizer

The Apologizer

The Apologizer Alain meditates on the navel It was the month of June the morning sun was emerging from the clouds and Alain was walking slowly down a Paris street He observed the young girls every one of them show

  • Title: The Apologizer
  • Author: Milan Kundera Linda Asher
  • ISBN: null
  • Page: 207
  • Format: ebook
  • Alain meditates on the navel.It was the month of June, the morning sun was emerging from the clouds, and Alain was walking slowly down a Paris street He observed the young girls every one of them showed her naked navel between trousers belted very low and a T shirt cut very short He was captivated, captivated and even disturbed it was as if their seductive power resideAlain meditates on the navel.It was the month of June, the morning sun was emerging from the clouds, and Alain was walking slowly down a Paris street He observed the young girls every one of them showed her naked navel between trousers belted very low and a T shirt cut very short He was captivated, captivated and even disturbed it was as if their seductive power resided no longer in their thighs, their buttocks, or their breasts but in that small round hole at the center of the body.

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    "You’re walking along the street, lost in thought. Along comes a girl, walking straight ahead, as if she were the only person in the world, looking neither left nor right. You jostle each other. And there it is, the moment of truth: Who’s going to bawl out the other person, and who’s going to apologize?""The person who apologizes is declaring himself guilty. And if you declare yourself guilty you encourage the other to go on insulting you, blaming you, publicly, unto death."What begins as [...]

    If we would stack all the little (not decorative or intimidating) words that we find the most difficult to utter, ‘sorry’ would make it within Top 3. A benign, haggled word that people would rather keep wrapped in cupboards than let it breathe the redeeming air of frayed events. But you do know someone from whose tongue drop “sorrys” like the rain drops during a monsoon lash. May be that someone is your friend. A colleague may be? The instructor at the music school? Or did you realize it [...]

    Ja na početku svakog čitanja Kundere: Tačno ne razumijem sav taj hajp oko ovog Kundere, kunem se.Ja od polovine do kraja priče: *jeca* razumijem, ponovo sve razumijem, oprosti mi Milane.

    Alain is a man who has strange thoughts. His mother left him and his father when he was young. When he was growing up, his father told him his mom never wanted him born. This provokes a strange attitude in Alain.In an effort to explain his apologetic tendencies, he comes up with with a morbid backstory for his mother, explaining why she didn’t have an abortion. Even as an adult, he “speaks” to her via a photo in his apartment. Her departure caused him to become fixated and he expresses it [...]

    ALAIN MEDITATED ON THE NAVELOpening: It was the month of June, the morning sun was emerging from the clouds, and Alain was walking slowly down a Paris street. He observed the young girls: every one of them showed her naked navel between trousers belted very low and a T-shirt cut very short. He was captivated, captivated and even disturbed: it was as if their seductive power resided no longer in their thighs, their buttocks, or their breasts but in that small round hole at the center of the bodyw [...]

    I've been wanting to read The Unbearable lightness of Being for two years but I never seem to bring myself to actually do it. After reading this story and catching a glimpse of Kundera's writing I am determined to read the book soon. It is a strangely beautiful story about choices, rights, beginning of life and death. A lot of philosophy in only 12 pages.

    You may read online at New Yorker.Opening lines:It was the month of June, the morning sun was emerging from the clouds, and Alain was walking slowly down a Paris street. He observed the young girls: every one of them showed her naked navel between trousers belted very low and a T-shirt cut very short. He was captivated, captivated and even disturbed: it was as if their seductive power resided no longer in their thighs, their buttocks, or their breasts but in that small round hole at the center o [...]

    “And you’re wrong. The person who apologizes is declaring himself guilty. And if you declare yourself guilty you encourage the other to go on insulting you, blaming you, publicly, unto death. Such are the inevitable consequences of the first apology."Ahhh I resonate with this so strongly because I happen to be a grade A apologizer, I must quit this habit before I end up like pitiful Alain.

    "The Apologizer" for especially someone who is not very familiar with Kundera's style of prose, is both a refreshing and mind-bending piece. It is the story of a boy named Alain who has seen his mother the last time when he was merely a ten-year-old boy. He later gets to know from his father that his mother didn't want to give birth to him. He tells Alain that she probably lives in America but has had no clue about her whereabouts in all these years. Alain keeps a picture of his mother he rememb [...]

    With its only 15 pages it's rather a short story, but since it's been published independently, why not. As Kundera's fan, I really liked this one, but I noticed a subtle thing: people in Kundera's books do have different opinions on disparate philosophical questions, but when they interact (talk, have sex, etc) they all seem to think about the same thing. That's kind of strange since normally people not only have different opinions, but also contemplate completely different things.But hey, even [...]

    “Quit your apologies! What do you know about my life, my little idiot! Can I call you idiot? Yes, don’t be angry; in my own opinion, you are an idiot! And you know where your idiocy comes from? From your goodness! Your ridiculous goodness!”

    Nice litte short story with some familiar Kundera vibes, though both the ideas and language feel partly flat here, perhaps because of the translation. But as it only takes a few minutes and it's free, there isn't much to apologize for. *wink*

    Life is a struggle of all against all seems Kundera got his share of reading Hobbes, Rousseau and Locke, and extrapolated a bit.

    This short story is weirdly beautiful talking about life's start, rights and the problems facing an unwanted child

    Prose finishes her daily chores, and goes out in the evening to take a walk in Milan Kundera's pages.

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