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Love in the Time of Cholera
by Gabriel García Márquez
I don’t know if I’ve ever been so conflicted on if I liked a book or not. Long story short: hated everything about the story but LOVED Marquez’s writing.
Literally not a single character was likeable, except possibly Aunt Escolástica or Tránsito Ariza. None of their actions were commendable. There was never a good choice made. None of them seemed to know what love was, but that’s the whole point of the story. It was frustrating for any moment of happiness to be followed with, “but that isn’t love.” At some points, I get it, but it seems like Marquez (or his characters) couldn’t understand that there were different kinds of love than the passionate and romantic kind.
I’m not even going to mention Florentino’s affairs, because if you’ve read the story, you likely know exactly what I’d say. If you haven’t read it, prepared to be the most disgusted you’ve ever been with a man from his teenage years to the end of his life.
Despite all the story aspects that I hated, Marquez’s writing was absolutely stunning. The prose and flow was fantastic throughout the entire story, even in the moments I hated. Marquez has a way of making you understand exactly what he’s saying even if he uses the most convoluted figurative language you’ve ever heard. It was his writing that made me enjoy this story even a little bit. That, and it was entertaining to see how the characters destroyed their lives with every action.
Literally not a single character was likeable, except possibly Aunt Escolástica or Tránsito Ariza. None of their actions were commendable. There was never a good choice made. None of them seemed to know what love was, but that’s the whole point of the story. It was frustrating for any moment of happiness to be followed with, “but that isn’t love.” At some points, I get it, but it seems like Marquez (or his characters) couldn’t understand that there were different kinds of love than the passionate and romantic kind.
I’m not even going to mention Florentino’s affairs, because if you’ve read the story, you likely know exactly what I’d say. If you haven’t read it, prepared to be the most disgusted you’ve ever been with a man from his teenage years to the end of his life.
Despite all the story aspects that I hated, Marquez’s writing was absolutely stunning. The prose and flow was fantastic throughout the entire story, even in the moments I hated. Marquez has a way of making you understand exactly what he’s saying even if he uses the most convoluted figurative language you’ve ever heard. It was his writing that made me enjoy this story even a little bit. That, and it was entertaining to see how the characters destroyed their lives with every action.