Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Sigh. I was so sure I would like this. Not to come off as some sort of ardent feminist, but I think Marquez grossly oversimplifies women (they’re either Madonnas or complete flat-out whores — some literally — who basically serve to service men), and it seems more like a parody of love than anything resembling an actual courtship (it’s possible this sentiment is more of a reflection of my lack of life experience — I’m just putting it out there). But I think the biggest thing is that bothered me that it seemed to show a lack of understanding about people (their desires, motives, etc.) and human nature so that the characters in it, especially the female ones, come off as difficult to relate to. They just didn’t seem very real — maybe it’s just me, I don’t know.
Basically, the book is summed up as: boy meets girl. Girl marries someone else. Boy waits for her husband to die and has a lot of sex. Over half a century later, boy and girl hook up.
I’ve always felt like I should like Gabriel Garcia Marquez more because he’s supposed to be so wonderful, but it was pretty painstaking to get through this novel. I have to admit I found the first few chapters engrossing, but as the story line played out and the characters developed…eh. And I disliked Chronicle of a Death Foretold even more (summed up: blindly following traditions is bad). I read Chronicle for school, however, so I always assumed that I disliked it mostly due to my associating that book with classwork. Guess not.
Baring some use of symbolism that maybe some English majors would appreciate more than I do (symbolism tends to not enhance the value of books by much for me because it serves neither to educate or entertain), I failed to find anything particularly notable in this book. Also, it provides some insights into the aging process I guess, but I think just I’m not in a position to fully appreciate it at this point in life. I get that Marquez can string together a pretty sentence, obviously, but I just didn’t enjoy this book. I’d give it three-and-a-half stars, but a personal rating of two-and-a-half.
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Your reactions are valid, but perhaps tempering your near panning of the entire work is in order. (?) I have read all of Garcia-Marquez’s works and can say that this gives you a greater understanding of the man, the writer and his environment and influences. If you do give him another chance I will buy you a gold and diamond crown if you’re not completely entertained and happy reading “One Hundred Years of Solitude”
Sincerely,
Pablo
Comment by Pablo DiCiacco — July 30, 2008 @ 11:25 pm
You’re far too generous with the stars, with that kind of review I expected one star, haha. Eeeeps it’s almost been three months since college, and I’m still a bum. Come visit me, I’m sure skiing in the Rockies will more than make up for the lame Appalaichians.
Comment by Jane — August 3, 2008 @ 12:08 pm
Hm I didn’t like Chronicle either tbh. It wasn’t a bad book but I just didn’t like the time frame and the narration of the novel. I guess that’s what makes Garcia-Marquez a genius though, being able to start with the end and work to the beginning? Hm.
Comment by Polly — August 25, 2008 @ 11:18 pm