A review by curryaaa
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

2.0

The beginning and end were fantastic and I get why this book is considered a masterpiece

But the rest of the book, the other 300 pages, were a slog and frustrating. Beautiful prose, but in a world where anything could happen, did you really need to make every character either a pedophile, into incest, horny, or God-fearing? (And then there's Ursula, who held the first 3/4th of the book together).

Yeah yeah foundational piece of generational magical realism literature, I get it, but it still feels antiquated and could be streamlined or condensed. Other books like Galore did a better job of focusing on the family and isolated city without relying on constant sex and murder