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One_Hundred_Years_of_SolitudeConsidered to be among the best books ever written, God bless Gabriel Garcia Marquez for writing 100 Years of Solitude. It’s no wonder he was awarded the Nobel Prize in literature in 1982 for the book. I really loved the book and how it had so many stories that eventually streamline into one long story.

This book is about the struggles that a family’s lineage encountered over a century, the most profound being solitude. I particularly fancied it’s dark magic. The correct literary word for that style is ‘Magical Realism.’ Look it up. In fact, Gabriel has since been considered as being one of the main fathers of the literary ‘Magical Realism.’

This book will give you an idea of the importance of a people’s history. It will make you realize how important the past is as it determines the present. It will make you cherish the present as it determines the future generations. If you have a brave heart, trust me when I say that you will appreciate this enchanting tale. If you aren’t brave enough, this is what will make your heart solid. Here are my best quotes from the book, enjoy!

1. The best friend a person has is one who has just died.

2. ‘‘She had fallen asleep without putting out the candle and had awakened surrounded by flames… Since then the grandmother carried her from town to town, putting her to bed for twenty cents in order to make value of the burned house. According to the girl’s calculations, she still had ten years of seventy men per night ….  He felt the irresistible need to love her and protect her. At dawn, worn out by insomnia and fever, he made the calm decision to marry her in order to free her from the despotism of her grandmother and to enjoy all the nights of satisfaction that she would give the seventy men. But at 10 o’clock in the morning, the girl had left town…”

3. The secret of a good old age is simply an honourable pact with solitude.

4. To a neighbour woman who brought her a set of candles so that she could light up the picture of her lost lover with them, she said with an enigmatic security: “The only candle that will make him come is always lighted”

5. “Her heart froze with terror as she connected her daughter’s evening baths with Mauricio Babilonia. She asked the mayor to station a guard in the backyard because she had the impression that hens were being stolen. That night the guard brought down Mauricio Babilonia as he was lifting up the tiles to get into the bathroom where Meme was waiting for him, naked and trembling with love … A bullet lodged in his spinal column reduced him to bed for the rest of his life. He died of old age in solitude, without a moan, without a protest, without a single moment of betrayal, tormented by memories that did not give him a moment’s peace, and ostracized as a chicken thief.”

6. The anxiety of falling in love cannot find repose except in bed.

7. “Aureliano thought without saying so that the evil was not in the world but in some hidden place in the mysterious heart of Petra … Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments so that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.” (Oh this is so Beautiful, I love it :-)

8. “Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of loving each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out old people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.”

9. One minute of reconciliation is worth more than a whole life of friendship.

10. “The body of the twins were placed in identical coffins, and then it could be seen that once more in death they had become as identical as they had been until adolescence … In the tumult of the last moment, the sad drunkards who carried them out of the house got the coffins mixed up and buried them in the wrong graves …”

11. “He replaced the curtain and the canopy of the bed with new velvet … At six in the morning they came out naked from the bedroom, drained the pool and filled it with champagne. They jumped in en-masse, swimming like birds flying in the sky … He remained wrapped up in himself … The children had become tired and gone in a troupe to the bedroom, where they tore down the curtains to dry themselves, and in the disorder they broke the rock crystal mirror … an destroyed the canopy of the bed in the tumult of lying down. When Arcadio came from the bathroom he found them sleeping in a naked heap in the shipwrecked bedroom. Inflamed, not so much because of the damage as because of the disgust and pity that he felt for himself in the emptiness of the saturnalia, he armed himself with an ecclesiastical cat-o’nine-tails that he kept in the bottom of his trunk … He drove the children out of the house, howling like a mad man and whipping them without mercy as a person would not even have done to a pack of coyotes. He was done in, with an attack of asthma that lasted for several days and that gave him the look of a man on his deathbed.”

12. “Gaston was a pilot … On weekends he would pick her up where she lived … They began to love each other at an altitude of fifteen hundred feet in the Sunday air of the moors, and they felt all the closer together as the beings on earth grew more and more minute … He wasn’t only a fierce lover, with endless wisdom and imagination, but he was also, perhaps, the first man in the history of species who had made an emergency landing and had come close to killing himself and his sweetheart simple to make love in a field of violets.”

Can’t get enough of Gabriel’s beautiful ability of manoeuvring words. It’s now fourty-four years since its first publication, do I really have to insist any further on why you should read this book? If  I were you, I would read it now if not in six years. the gist will be for those who will read it when it’s fifty and subsequently a hundred years old :-) As for me, am moving on to his other book, ‘The Story of a Shipwrecked Sailor.’ Which I am yet to purchase.

BONUS: Here’s another of my posts that you might dig: 10 Quotes From ‘Love in the Time of Cholera’ – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

If you love reading books, you haven’t read anything yet till Love in The Time of Cholera. If you don’t love reading books then Love in The Time of Cholera will turn your taste buds upside down, inside out and backside front.

I never shed a tear while reading a book, well until recently… It’s astonishing that what made me cry was not the riveting tale of the different kinds of love and struggles narrated over an entire century but Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s power of giving a breath of life and reference to each and every detail, memory, person, thing and feeling.

The rare beauty of the writer’s evocative literature style supersedes the book’s powerful love story but don’t get me wrong, it is that love of the “crowned goddess” that inspired this amazing tale of the weak while at the same time, brave hearted … Here are some of  my favourite quotes from the book, enjoy!

1. “They were not capable of living for even an instant without the other and the capacity diminished as their age increased.”

2. Wisdom comes to us when it can no longer do any good.

3. “The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.”

4. “On Christmas eve he wandered like a sleepwalker until dawn, watching the fiesta through his tears, dazed by the hallucination that it was he and not God who had been born that night.”

5. “All that was needed was shrewd questioning, first of the patient and then of his mother to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of Cholera. The doctor prescribed infusion of linden blossoms to calm the nerves and suggested a change of air so he could find consolation in distance but the man longed for just the opposite, to enjoy his martyrdom.”

6. One comes into the world with a predetermined allotment of lays, and whoever does not use them for whatever reason, one’s own or someone else’, willing or unwillingly, loses them forever.

7. “From that time, she would still feel a belated longing for a letter that never arrived.”

8. “Worldly goods: security, order, happiness, contiguous numbers that, once they were added together, might resemble love, almost be love. But they were not love, and these doubts increased her confusion, because she was also not convinced that love was really what she most needed to live.”

9. The problem with marriage is it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning after breakfast.

10. Love, no matter else it might be, is a natural talent. You are either born knowing how or you never know.

BONUS: Check out my other post on Gabriel: Living to Tell the Tale – Gabriel Garcia Marquez (Book Review)

I believe that friendship in the same measurements as love is about re-igniting that flame that burns deep within an individual so thank you Wanjeri for the book, and for awakening the ardent reader in me, much love sis :-)

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