One of my favorite books of all time is ”One hundred years of solitude”. The author, Gabriel García Márquez had a similar style to Mario Vargas Llosa, with whom I started my adventure in reading. The first book I read from him was ”Aunt Julia and the scriptwriter”. It struck me and since then I adore Latin American literature.
One hundred years of solitude is about…
A lot of things. The story circles around the seven generations of the Buendia family. They founded their own place, and from that point, the most extreme personalities took over the storyline. It is a magical realism type of story, with weird events occurring in the most normal situations. After all, it’s all about a very strong family.
I won’t really spoil it, but I’ll just say some things that I loved about it. First, the characters seemed very strange and unusual. To me, they were all beautiful because they had many flaws, they were ridiculous and honest. The surreal feeling that stands upon the “One hundred years of solitude” story is hard (don’t you dare) to ignore.
Even though it’s a very long story, with many characters that have long names (sometimes few characters are named the same, and it’s confusing). It has that kind of amusement against death. It has those uncomfortable moments when we want to stop reading. Likewise, it’s really great if you have patience. And if you are a meme person. My favorite line from “One hundred years of solitude” (among other ones) is “Cease, cows, life is short”.
Chronicle of a Death Foretold
This one was more fun than the other one. Written in 1951 by Gabriel García Márquez, it shares the story of an unknown (very well-known) death. The story is told by a very witty narrator, who tells us every detail about the murder of the main character so that we won’t miss any absurd detail. If you like detective work and non-sense, you’ll like this one too.
Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter
This was my first book by Mario Vargas Llosa. I was 14, and I remember one scene that made me close the book and not touch it for a few days. I really want to re-read it and see how would I react to that today. The story tells us the life of a young writer who falls in love with his aunt. Yes, it may sound like a Spanish TV show, but trust me, it’s not.
Overall, the book made me feel like I was in the Summer, made me feel warm and safe. Somehow, the love between them wasn’t that important, but the things that the young man dreamed of. The author said that he writes according to reality. If you know him, I’m really curious if this applies to “In Praise of the Stepmother”.
Just as a side note, these two authors were friends and enemies. Maybe there is only one true Latin American writer that can write about realism, love, and absurd things. What do you think?