<p>Casting light on the most serious of problems and at the same time saying not one serious sentence; being fascinated by the reality of the contemporary world and at the same time completely avoiding realism-that''s <i>The Festival of Insignificance</i>. Readers who know Kundera''s earlier books know that the wish to incorporate an element of the "unserious" in a novel is not at all unexpected of him. In <i>Immortality</i>, Goethe and Hemingway stroll through several chapters together talking and laughing. And in <i>Slowness</i>, Vera, the author''s wife, says to her husband: "you''ve often told me you meant to write a book one day that would have not a single serious word in it... I warn you: watch out. Your enemies are lying in wait."<br><br>Now, far from watching out, Kundera is finally and fully realizing his old aesthetic dream in this novel that we could easily view as a summation of his whole work. A strange sort of summation. Strange sort of epilogue. Strange sort of laughter