So I finally managed to finish ‘One hundred years of Solitude’ by THE Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
And I’m NOT going to review it. I don’t want to destroy the magic of it by breaking it down and looking at it critically.
But here are some thoughts:
Amazing read. This sort of study of whole generations of one family are rare in the world and I must say that I’ve so far read only two books that are of the same genre.
The first is ‘The Rathbones’ by Janice Clark. I think it’s visible over there on my Goodreads Widget but if it’s not, well look it up. It chronicles the rise and fall of a whaling family in Iceland and much of it’s narration is similar to ‘One hundred years of solitude’.
The next book is ‘The Jam Fruit Tree’ by Carl Muller, a Sri Lankan writer famous for his trilogy about old Burgher (the ethnicity, not the food) families in Colombo in times gone by. As the first book in the trilogy, The Jam Fruit Tree isn’t on as massive a scale as the aforementioned other two books but it is much closer to ‘One hundred years of Solitude’ in terms of writing style and plot.
But Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s is still the best book I’ve read of the genre. A revelation and the ending was simply magnificent. The first generation of the Great Family ties so neatly into the last, it feels impossible and yet so real.
1. Books about people, which is what the books I mentioned are, are endlessly more fascinating than books about events. For me that is. Is that a lesson? I don’t know.
2. When you love a book so much that you don’t want to reread it for fear of growing tired of it and becoming bored of it, you know you found a new entry into you All Time Best Books list. And possibly among the top three. Oh who am I kidding. One hundred years of Solitude takes my top spot.