Kundera, a trained musician, employs music coldly, intellectually (almost resentfully, I might say), with no expectation or desire that you will feel something (something cheap?) by having the illusion of hearing music in his work. That said, music and his love for it are very closely tied to his prose. He includes bits of scores on the page; he has said that he structures his novels to mirror classical music forms; he arranges chapter length to simulate musical tempo changes.

Arthur Phillips, “Dancing About Architecture”