Like Kafka but for different reasons, Kundera has been not been fully at home in Prague, and so it is not surprising that this major reflection on existential, political, musical, and novelistic dimensions of Kundera’s literature and literary theory migrates beyond Bohemian coasts. Writing with a Zen sense of Czech irony and from a comparative East-West perspective, Wirth situates Kundera’s opus at the borders of philosophy and literature. Commiserating with Devastated Things draws Kundera’s characters and ideas into dialogue with the intellectual history from Plato to Nietzsche to Musil and Kafka to Deleuze and Dōgen.---—Martin Matuštík, Arizona State University
Wirth’s book is an enormous gift. It flirts successfully with Philosophy’s self-proclaimed grandeur without giving up on its deepest, often laughable desires. It is in its encounter with the novel that Philosophy is best tested, teased, and held accountable. And in the absence of a conversation with Philosophy, perhaps the novel’s own explorations—of contingency, ambiguity, and irony—lack the kind of pursuit its implications demand. Wirth’s commiserations with Kundera’s concerns and with Philosophy’s display the best of both worlds, with rich and stunning force.
Perhaps no novelist satirizes Philosophy more compellingly than Kundera while seducing any thinker to dare rescuing it from its own well-worn fantasies. I can think of no one who’s done a greater service than Wirth at crossing the borders, at putting Kundera’s labors and those of Philosophy into such compelling dialogue. Both testaments risk betrayal; neither is betrayed. We can be grateful for Wirth’s exceptional guidance in how to inhabit both worlds so fully.
---—Timothy Engstrom, Rochester Institute of Technology
“A unique, groundbreaking work that crosses the disciplinary lines between philosophy and literature to advance a highly creative thesis regarding the nature of thinking itself.”---Leah Kalmanson, Drake University
I can think of no one who has done a greater service than Wirth at straddling these margins between philosophy and the novel and, in so doing, putting the novel—with Kundera as representative—and
philosophy into such a cogent entretien. Wirth proves himself to be a profound guide through the minefield placed along the line between these two worlds which are difficult enough to navigate on their own, but which grant us insights exponentially when placed side by side.
---David Pollard, The British Journal of Aesthetics