I’m still digesting the book after finishing reading it last night. It is beautifully written, genuinely feels like a dream. Like you’re not reading something but seeing something very far, that you can’t grasp in your own hands. It’s a rather strange experience, the way Marquez toys with metaphors and fantastical elements to explain rather complex things is really magical and I believe that it is why, reading feels like dreaming.
He makes an incredibly profound analyses of the development of a city (beginnings, endings, moments of splendor, wars, changes, street names, emblematic shops and places) while paralleling and reflecting in the Buendia generations. Times changes and places changes along with it, but we don’t. Our inner desires, the crimes we commit, our dreams – they remain.
And all in all, wrapping that book up with the message that we must know where we come from, in order to know how we must not end like, to prevent us from repeating cycles that are within us – in our blood.
An incredibly terrific book that makes life not so simple but rather full of alchemy and magic and strange manuscripts??
by bunnyju194