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One Hundred Years of Solitude
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More like A Hundred Years of Torture. I read this partly in a misguided attempt to expand my literary horizons and partly because my uncle was a big fan of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Then again, he also used to re-read Ulysses for fun, which just goes to show that you should never take book advice from someone whose IQ is more than 30 points higher than your own.
I have patience for a lot of excesses, like verbiage and chocolate, but not for 5000 pages featuring three generations of people with the same names. I finally tore out the family tree at the beginning of the book and used it as a bookmark! To be fair, the book isn’t actually 5000 pages, but also to be fair, the endlessly interwoven stories of bizarre exploits and fantastical phenomena make it seem like it is. The whole time I read it I thought, “This must be what it’s like to be stoned.� Well, actually most of the time I was just trying to keep the characters straight. The rest of the time I was wondering if I was the victim of odorless paint fumes. However, I think I was simply the victim of Marquez’s brand of magical realism, which I can take in short stories but find a bit much to swallow in a long novel. Again, to be fair, this novel is lauded and loved by many, and I can sort of see why. A shimmering panoramic of a village’s history would appeal to those who enjoy tragicomedy laced heavily with fantasy. It’s just way too heavily laced for me.
I have patience for a lot of excesses, like verbiage and chocolate, but not for 5000 pages featuring three generations of people with the same names. I finally tore out the family tree at the beginning of the book and used it as a bookmark! To be fair, the book isn’t actually 5000 pages, but also to be fair, the endlessly interwoven stories of bizarre exploits and fantastical phenomena make it seem like it is. The whole time I read it I thought, “This must be what it’s like to be stoned.� Well, actually most of the time I was just trying to keep the characters straight. The rest of the time I was wondering if I was the victim of odorless paint fumes. However, I think I was simply the victim of Marquez’s brand of magical realism, which I can take in short stories but find a bit much to swallow in a long novel. Again, to be fair, this novel is lauded and loved by many, and I can sort of see why. A shimmering panoramic of a village’s history would appeal to those who enjoy tragicomedy laced heavily with fantasy. It’s just way too heavily laced for me.
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Why people feel so touchy about the books they "should" like? Classic or not, who cares? Damn, I HATE the Divine Comedy. No big deal.




This cacophony of words is an assault on all your senses. I'm not kidding, the words in this book can make you smell, taste and hear things that you have never even heard before. Hence you need to be prepared for it, approach it the right way and the book will itself prepare you and discipline you to handle all of what is coming, thus the beginning of it is even more important.
And yet this book is not for everyone. One needs to have a broad and sensing mind to get involved with this book. One needs to be willing to sense new things. People, who are naturally curious about other cultures, their flaws , their brilliance, its people, their lives, their pain and take perverse pleasure in invading it and personally taking a bite. There are many who appreciate that and many who don't, and new and foreign doesn't interest them & they take comfort in experiencing familiar things. This book is not for them. What ever their reason, their fast lives or simple why bother attitude are best left to their usual reads.

Here is the condensed book story:
One of the 20th century's enduring works, One Hundred Years of Solitude is a widely beloved and acclaimed novel known throughout the world, and the ultimate achievement of a Nobel Prize winning career.
The novel tells the story of the rise and fall of the mythical town of Macondo through the history of the family. It is a rich and brilliant chronicle of life and death, and the tragicomedy of humankind. In the noble, ridiculous, beautiful, and tawdry story of the family, one sees all of humanity, just as in the history, myths, growth, and decay of Macondo, one sees all of Latin America.
Love and lust, war and revolution, riches and poverty, youth and senility -- the variety of life, the endlessness of death, the search for peace and truth -- these universal themes dominate the novel. Whether he is describing an affair of passion or the voracity of capitalism and the corruption of government, Gabriel Garcia Marquez always writes with the simplicity, ease, and purity that are the mark of a master.
Alternately reverential and comical, One Hundred Years of Solitude weaves the political, personal, and spiritual to bring a new consciousness to storytelling. Translated into dozens of languages, this stunning work is no less than an accounting of the history of the human race.
I recommend this book 100%!






Thank you Iluminada and Lucifel for your beautifully-written reviews of one of the most magical and challenging books I have ever read. "One-Hundred Years of Solitude" is an epic with enough tears and pathos, as well as comedic elements, for a hundred lifetimes.
I was fortunate enough to spend nine weeks with Gabriel Garcia Marquez and his opus in a graduate level Contemporary Literature course taught by an instructor who taught from the perspective of Edenic archetype which provided a template for understanding the numerous triumphs and tragedies as the overwhelming desire to get back to the garden and find redemption and peace. It was right after Marquez had won the Nobel prize; little did I know how involved I would become with the politics of the United States, Cuba, and Latin America in a personal way.
When Marquez tried to come to America he was refused admission. I was deeply entrenched in mythical Macondo at the time. The threads of corrupt government and public hypocricy as well as personal tragedy were interwoven in both fact and fiction as I reeled from the stunning revelation that a long-time friendship between Fidel Castro and Gabriel Garcia Marquez was the reason fearful and nebulous powers reared the "Not Welcome" sign to Marquez. He needed to visit a sick relative and was denied that most humane of reasons simply because of his affiliation with a Communist...one that we, had in fact, put in power. The Latin American students and several English majors joined in a protest against the actions of the United States. We were angry that a country would be so treacherous; teaching an author in colleges and awarding him the Nobel Prize then denying a visit to that same country was the antithesis of justice; a mockery of democracy; another cop-out as the media hinted at some darker, insidious motive Marquez might have.
Gradually, the group I was in became integrated with another Latin American group who invited a poet from Mexico to come speak. He was allowed to cross our hallowed borders and speak of the kidnappings and executions in Mexico; it was his associatin with the USA that made him a person of interest to the Mexican government just as Marquez was in the States. The irony was just too rich.
There was a large and vocal movement to allow Marquez into the country; we wrote passionate letters and held rallies. Thus, both book and author were pivotal figures in the ethics of democracy and The First Amendment and whether its rights included foreign authors. Even if the United States had made a profit from the sales of a best-selling Nobel Prize winning book; could the political affiliations become an issue? Maybe the folk who rolled on the floor laughing would sit up and shake the dirt out of their hair and the dust in their brains if they realized how much this writer and his book affected them personally. For when one man is denied freedom; all men are denied that most basic right, by proxy.
In the December 2008 edition of "Vanity Fair" I have kept a photo of Fidel Castro and Gabriel Garcia Marquez taken by the iconic photographer Helmut Newton in Havana, 1987. A grizzled Fidel Castro looks like he's just spotted Che Guevara picking Donald Trump's pocket; he is holding a martini glass in his hand while Marquez looks on, a blurry foreground showing only his noble profile in sharp relief.
It is a classic. They had a friendship long before Cuba; Castro admired Marquez' writing and Marquez valued the intellect of his friend Fidel; there was never any proof of political duplicity between the two; never any reason, really, to bar him from America
I took away the two most important influences; the leit motif in my writing from "One-Hundred Years of Solitude." Redemption through loss and the resilience of the human spirit are the gifts that Marquez gave me in this book.
It is not what you know but who you know that decides one's fate, regardless~~Was he ever allowed in our country?
Ah! Still a chance to learn more; the legend lives on!


Happy reading, thank you for your comment,Maira...Please let us know your feelings after reading it.
Cheers,
willow

Also, just a weird novel in general. I'll just leave it at that.

Jeff wrote: "I'm about half through the book now so my opinion is incomplete... But the fact that the family keeps reusing variations of the same name is pretty frustrating, among other things. Perhaps it's sup..."
I am glad you admitted you were not finished; I spend so much research and time and serious feed-back when I review a book; you would be better off with something that requires no effort; no understanding or respect of the Latin American culture which several writers explained -why even bother to comment? I wonder what the last good book you read was...or if you finished it!
I am so frustrated by the fact you commented just because you could. You are not interesting enough to even be weird; actually.
What a relief!

Please accept my apologies if i came off as berating the book. Part of what makes it an interesting read is the strangeness of a few select parts. I didn't mean "weird" in a condescending way, though I can understand if it seemed that way. I'm relatively new to the site and perhaps I misinterpreted the utility of commenting on reviews-- i was commenting on the original poster's review, not reviewing the book itself.Â
That being said, plenty of people read multiple books at once. I had just finished a different one and was planning to go back to this book, but i decided to thumb through the reviews and see what others thought. Lo and behold, someone else found the similar names in the Buendia family mildly confusing, and i found that amusing and to a certain degree relieving. So I commented about it, unaware that it would spark a firestorm of cynicism and judgement.
If you knew anything about me, you'd know that i have a tremendous respect for and interest in Latin American and Spanish culture. But instead you took the tiniest inkling of information about me and made assumptions about who i am or how "interesting" i could be. Furthermore if you were genuinely curious about the last book i've read and whether or not I have finished it, couldn't you click on my name and find out? It must be easy to be snobby to people you've never met over the internet... Perhaps I am partly to blame because of the manner in which i said what i said, and because i didnt use my first comment to actually review the book, and for that i am sorry. But it is so far, as others have stated, a well written (often poetic) book that can be difficult to get through for some but is worth it.

Jeff, your criticism is justified and I apologize; I am very sorry and, you are right...I was getting so tired and frustrated and am always under pressure (my own) to treat everyone kindly I really vented on you; I mean I hope you keep reading and reviewing books; I was rude to you because I could be; I couldn't be snobby to people I know; I am sure my feelings would have been hurt; I am really sorry and you could have been rude right back but you weren't; I was almost hoping you would be a jerk so I could taunt you now and then~~:)but, alas, you are too nice. now I will have to find someone else. I am joking and much of what I said was teasing; I must admit I spent about 8 weeks in a Contemporary Literature class; I don't know if I would have ; well, I do know I would have felt just like you; I was really hoping you would reply and we could start a conversation; I just read what I wrote and arghhhhhh I am really sorry; I would rather be anything than uninteresting; maybe a good night's sleep is needed because I am not a mean person at all; I do like your comment about sparking afirestorm of cynicism and judgement; Ido think I am the only one who responded and the only judgement is on myself;maybe I am not as nice as I think I am?
Well, my brother's name was Jeff; he died a few months ago and we always had debates and silly arguements; I miss him so much that just the name "Jeff" made mefeel better; now that is weird, bona fide weird; I am really missing him; I think I would have picked on you no matter what just to look at my email and see the name...
I just finished writing about how hard it is to write a review; a friend of mine made a comment about how writers depend on society to write reviews and it really is difficult to be fresh and original and keep from being biased...when it is a review for a friend it is oh, like four hours for two paragraphs since my writing is also being scrutinized and , well, I shouldn't have taken it out on you, really if you will try to understand; I would like to see the last book you read; is it "Peter Pan?'
I hope you know I am joking, I do that alot so I don't have to feel what I don't want to feel; are you on Facebook?
I'm not; just kidding; okay Jeff? I am clicking on your name and you can click on mine and, as I said, I had a professor and classmates to help me understand the book; what I usually do when I have a hard time is google the writer and then read enough information to help myself understand better; there are quotes and explanations and if that would enrich your reading; try and see.
Catch-22 is sacred to most people; I honestly could not get through it. I don't admit that anymore; I was almost forced to give up my English Degree.
I was a high-school drop-out before goingto college andbecoming a teacher; just so you know I am not one of those intellectual snobs; although I am intelligent. Common sense? Not so much! Have a good night; I was a real jerk; keep reading and writing, Jeff!
Cheers,willow

Gabriel GarcÃa Marquez achieved what promised with the title. The character are complex and plagued with some solitude, be it living under a tree or inside your own world like Remedios.
The story is tragic and captures the feel of many Latin American countries (I can easily see my grandmother in Ursula), the writing style is superb and the story ties together neatly at the end leaving you with the feeling of have witnessed one hundred years of history.
I do recommend the book to the brave hearted but always with the warning that if you begin then you must go all the way through. Cien Años de Soledad is an experience that can be painful but leaves you with a sense of satisfaction.
All in all Gabriel Garcia Marquez did a fantastic job. Good writing, storytelling and it gets you right in the feels, particularly the ones of nostalgia, wonder and, yes, of loneliness in a world ever so changing.







The most unfair review I have ever read.


Slow down when you read a book. When you zip through and finish it in a week, you don't win a prize. Who cares if you even finished it?
The prize is reading the book!

Thing is Craig, however much people slow down, this book isn't for people in the earlier stages of the literary journey. Diana up there thinks that Dr Seuss is deep. Then there's this gem:
Yaboimazz wrote: "lls hundred years of turture. u funny grl"
Good review. You capture the essence of my own frustration with this book.