Gabriel Garcia Marquez: Chronicle of a Death Foretold – Review

A wonderfully written little book. Marquez is obviously a master story teller but he also the the unique ability to make a story resonate with the reader long after the book is finished. Chronicle of a Death Foretold is certainly not epic on the scale of One Hundred Years of Solitude but it captures the same essence and evokes similar emotions within the reader. (There’s even a reference to Colonel Aureliano Buendia!)
I love the way Marquez wraps up his tales within the last few pages; the final depiction of the murder of Santiago Nasar is at the same time brutal and weirdly beautiful. Since this was such a quick read I’d definitely like to come back to it at some point in the future. A solid 4*.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez: One Hundred Years of Solitude – Review

Since I’ve finished reading One Hundred Years of Solitude I’ve been so undecided about whether to give it 4 or 5 stars. Although I loved it, I initially gave 4 because it was painful to read at points (the thousands of Aurialanos and Arcadios, the random deaths, the jolty jumps between character focus etc.), and I try not to give out 5 star ratings too easily.
But I think I’ve changed my mind.

This book has somehow infiltrated my consciousness over the last 6 weeks, whenever I see references to it it brings me back to surreal, magical summery haze that I was put under when reading it. (it probably helps that I read almost all of it in my garden in the middle of the best British summer in years. Imagining the heat of the South American sun wasn’t too hard!)

Marquez’s magic made such a good lasting impression on me that I no longer find it hard to say this has now joined the ranks of my favourite books.

Bravo Macondo.
Bravo Buendias.
Bravo Marquez.

Years of solitude had taught him that, in one’s memory, all days tend to be the same, but that there is not a day, not even in jail or in hospital, which does not bring surprises

– Borges, The Waiting