This is what I wrote of the novel on a Facebook book club I belong to, an email to a professor I attend a lecture on Garcia, and some other places and wanted to share it with you, dear Bookgardan writers.
In Ariza - Gabo has created a flawed hero, making him commit the vilest of acts with the most devastating of consequences and yet we are not disgusted by him but merely want to know - where the story leads us to, what is of the end?
With a deadpan storytelling style where you are not crying one minute and laughing the other, but rather getting so deep with the beauty of the words and the capturing of the human emotions and retelling them with a pen - even the mere attempt to write about the myriad of feelings humans go through - with such an incisive and pervasive pen.
What do you all think?
I am still wrapped up in the thicket of his words,
suffocated by wildflowers that are his words growing in this jungle (of words) found in the 'Time Of Cholera.'
I am a recent fan of GGM and he has me totally wrapped in his prose and I couldn't agree more on how specific and precise his language is and, how deep and understanding he is about life - he seems to understand it so totally - especially married life and the questions that Fermina asks about 'is this what love is?' after a year into Urbino's death.
And he has created a totally flawed character in Ariza and yet we feel neutral about him till the end - we neither like him nor hate him. And surprisingly I feel that way about all the characters there - the only thing that stood out is the sheer beauty of his language.
I must say it does not evoke major emotions - you are not crying one minute, and laughing the next but so moved by his ability to understand and express the human condition so incisively and pervasively throughout the novel.
I have some questions about Cholera.
At two or three places, the POV swerves into the future.
Do you have anything to say on that? I found that interesting yet departing from the whole narrative but it did fit in. what is that style called.
There comes a time in one's life that will prove to be a turning point. And such a time came in my life, a literary turning point - reading Gabo's Love In The Time Of Cholera - a luxurious, expansive, commodious, ruminative, meditative slow-burn romance across continents, centuries, and decades - weaving, crafting, perfecting, chiseling the words one by one - Gabo at his hardest and finest. A fine masterpiece crafted with exquisite detail.
Now, on to my next burning question - how does he do it? A natural curiosity to know the how and why he wrote the things he wrote. It's elementary my dear Watson, that is the next step.
Blessed are those
who the beauty that dripped
from his fingertips.