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Love in the Time of Cholera
by Gabriel García Márquez
I’m absolutely in 2 minds about this book. On the one hand, the writing is exquisite; the prose is all at once to the point, comedic, and romantic. The ending was lovely, and the way he depicts love in its many stages of life can be (somewhat) accurate. On the other hand, there were just … so many things I disliked. The way in which he wrote the women in the novel … you could definitely tell they were written by a man. Sometimes the writing could be so disgusting that I had to pause and consider if I even wanted to finish the novel. A good example:
“He was the first man Fermina Daza ever heard urinate. She heard him on their wedding night, while she lay prostrate with seasickness in the stateroom on the ship that was carrying them to France, and the sound of his stallion’s stream seemed so potent, so replete with authority, that it increased her terror of the devastation to come.”
I mean ?? Absolutely disgusting. I could’ve died happily knowing I never read the term “stallions stream”.
Let’s not forget to mention the racism! Granted, a different time period means that this was (unbelievably and shamefully) excused, but still pretty hair raising and anger inducing to read. And the PEDOPHILIA at the end. It’s pretty hard to stay invested in your main characters successes when he’s utilising “baby games” to get “a little kiss on her papa’s delicious little dicky bird”. The visceral disgust I experienced reading that sentence was unlike anything I’ve had yet for any other book. For this reason alone I cannot give this book more than 3 stars.
“He was the first man Fermina Daza ever heard urinate. She heard him on their wedding night, while she lay prostrate with seasickness in the stateroom on the ship that was carrying them to France, and the sound of his stallion’s stream seemed so potent, so replete with authority, that it increased her terror of the devastation to come.”
I mean ?? Absolutely disgusting. I could’ve died happily knowing I never read the term “stallions stream”.
Let’s not forget to mention the racism! Granted, a different time period means that this was (unbelievably and shamefully) excused, but still pretty hair raising and anger inducing to read. And the PEDOPHILIA at the end. It’s pretty hard to stay invested in your main characters successes when he’s utilising “baby games” to get “a little kiss on her papa’s delicious little dicky bird”. The visceral disgust I experienced reading that sentence was unlike anything I’ve had yet for any other book. For this reason alone I cannot give this book more than 3 stars.