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A review by kxsak
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
4.0
I've read a few books lately that I can sum up by saying: "This one's about a pretty fucked up family."
One Hundred Years of Solitude is about a fucked up family too. But, of course, it's far more than that. Did I grasp it all? Probably not. Did I still enjoy what I didn't grasp? Yes, mostly. Maybe, because this novel has such a reputation, I was actively searching for meaning in every word, line, page, sequence. Maybe this is why I'm rating this 4 instead of 5 stars. Going into a novel like this with such high expectations caused me to reread the section in which Aureliano Segundo nearly eats himself to death in a competition against a woman dubbed The Elephant multiple times, tying to UNDERSTAND it. The last time I reread this part, I laughed, because it's funny, and I moved on. This novel is really, quite tedious, and I suppose at times I bored myself while searching for significance in every single damn line. This isn't the point of literature, and I'd argue it definitely is not the point of One Hundred Years of Solitude. It's more than that.
One Hundred Years of Solitude is about a fucked up family too. But, of course, it's far more than that. Did I grasp it all? Probably not. Did I still enjoy what I didn't grasp? Yes, mostly. Maybe, because this novel has such a reputation, I was actively searching for meaning in every word, line, page, sequence. Maybe this is why I'm rating this 4 instead of 5 stars. Going into a novel like this with such high expectations caused me to reread the section in which Aureliano Segundo nearly eats himself to death in a competition against a woman dubbed The Elephant multiple times, tying to UNDERSTAND it. The last time I reread this part, I laughed, because it's funny, and I moved on. This novel is really, quite tedious, and I suppose at times I bored myself while searching for significance in every single damn line. This isn't the point of literature, and I'd argue it definitely is not the point of One Hundred Years of Solitude. It's more than that.