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I didn't know anything about this book or what it was until I heard its title among the many comments and praise that accompanied the author's disappearance.
No one cannot summarize some books.
So, I'll tell you what we find in "One Hundred Years of Solitude."
A village (Macondo) and a family (the Buendia) exist. Love, humor, enchantment, illusion, dreams, ghosts, diseases (the sleeping plague?), dramas, and deaths exist. And also, civilians, soldiers, ants, dead birds, girls of joy, violence, sex, the years that pass, men, women, young people, older adults, significantly older adults, and even very, very older people who never stop living.
Above all, there are first names that are the same, and they come back from generation to generation, confusing the reader as they confuse the book's characters. As a result, we no longer know who the father, mother, son, daughter, brother, sister, uncle, aunt, grandparents, great-grandparents, or great-great-grandparents are, to the point of causing the fatal error.
Yes, there is all that and much more. This book is so rich that we experience many emotions.
If you want to find out, take your time, especially if you don't want to lose track of the story. It's a treasure to savor.