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A review by badspringbye
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
challenging
dark
informative
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.5
“Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction.” x10
a month after, I am still conflicted. may or may not revisit as a whole or just the sections and passages that I thoroughly loved and got invested in during my first read.
excerpts:
p. 65 "The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end."
p. 78 "He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time."
p. 119 “...Arcadio found the formality of death ridiculous. Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.”
p. 167 “And normality was precisely the most fearful part of that infinite war: nothing ever happened.”
p. 248 “...in the impenetrable solitude of decrepitude she had such clairvoyance as she examined the most insignificant happenings in the family that for the first time she saw clearly the truths that her busy life in former times had prevented her from seeing.”
a month after, I am still conflicted. may or may not revisit as a whole or just the sections and passages that I thoroughly loved and got invested in during my first read.
excerpts:
p. 65 "The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end."
p. 78 "He spent six hours examining things, trying to find a difference from their appearance on the previous day in the hope of discovering in them some change that would reveal the passage of time."
p. 119 “...Arcadio found the formality of death ridiculous. Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.”
p. 167 “And normality was precisely the most fearful part of that infinite war: nothing ever happened.”
p. 248 “...in the impenetrable solitude of decrepitude she had such clairvoyance as she examined the most insignificant happenings in the family that for the first time she saw clearly the truths that her busy life in former times had prevented her from seeing.”