One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, copyright 1970.
Translated By: Gregory Rabassa
Publisher: Harper Perennial
Source: Personal Collection – Purchased Used
Reason for Reading: Reputation of Author
The Blurb:“One Hundred Years of Solitude tells the story of the rise and fall, birth, and death of the mythical town of Macondo through the history of the Buendia family. Inventive, amusing, magnetic, sad, and alive with unforgettable men and women – brimming with truth, compassion, and a lyrical magic that strikes the soul – this novel is a masterpiece in the art of fiction.”
D…N…F, what is there to say, this is going to be a very short review. Actually, I’m not sure that I’m really qualified to review this book, as I only read 50 of its over 400 pages. Gabriel Garcia Marquez is a Columbian author and the 1982 winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature. He was to be my next stop on my journey through the Nobel Laureates. No such luck!
“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.” One Hundred Years of Solitude, page 1.
I don’t really know what I was expecting here. I have heard some very good things about this book in the past from fellow book bloggers, though, at the moment, I can’t remember which ones (and perhaps that is best for those bloggers) The quote above is the first line of the book. It sounds fantastic and I was expecting a really phenomenal read, but as each page progressed to the next, I became more and more disheartened. I started to feel like I was reading about some sort of Spanish, Gypsy Middle Earth. One moment it seemed like this was a normal literary tale of a pioneering family in a new world and then the next there were gypsies popping out of the woodwork selling all sorts of weird magical items. I’ve said it before, I need my fiction to have some sort of basis in reality and, having only ventured 50 pages into this one, I had the distinct impression that the story was wandering continuously away from that realm. Yes, I realize that in the blurb it says it’s a mythical city, and I can handle mythical, but this was just getting too weird. Sorry…END RANT, I suppose!
I am determined to work my way through the Nobel Laureates, so if anyone has any suggests about other Marquez books, please let me know!