Saturday, January 21, 2012

One hundred years of solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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One hundred years of solitude is novel written by Gabriel Garcia Marquez first published in Spanish in 1967.
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, General Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.” (Opening words of novel)
“The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point.”
“Carmelia Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing rosemary leaves on Pilar Ternera's bed when the shot rang out. Aureliano José had been destined to find with her the happiness that Amaranta had denied him, to have seven children, and to die in her arms of old age, but the bullet that entered his back and shattered his chest had been directed by a wrong interpretation of the cards.”
“He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.”
“The only difference today between Liberals and Conservatives is that the Liberals go to mass at five o'clock and the Conservatives at eight.”
“There is always something left to love.”
“Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.”
“and both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love...”
“He [Aureliano II ] had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth. (last words of novel)”

3 comments:

Fatemeh said...

I think it would be an enjoyable research to make a comparative study between these two novels. I mean ‘One hundred years of solitude’ and the pervious novel which you mention “The sense of ending”. As you said Barnes concern on human beings ageing and memory problem;what do you think about Marquez’s novel? He concern on human beings ageing and memory too. Am I right? I think in both of these novels, authors show the concept of love and sexuality and the result of this love which is a tragedy on the passage of time. But as you know Barnes’s novel is a realist novel while Marquez’s novel is a magical realist novel. What happen for incidents which formed at the magical world? What happen at the end for these words such as love,memory,aging …

Please attention to This quote by Marques: “What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.” Sometimes I feel my own world as a magical one like a Marquez’s novel. You know, it is easier to handle hardship in a magical world rather than the real one.

Just want to share this poem on the passage of time by T.S.Eliot:

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden.

Shant said...

Great comment and good points!!! After you mention the ageing and memory problem in both novels, it is now more clear for me the resemblance. I think you are right it is worth to investigate more on the topic and how this two different genre of literature approach to it. Maybe even it is possible to broaden and search for other masterpieces and their view to this. I read the quote of “What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.” and it seems it works (personally). You know this perspective most intensely is applicable for our past moments of life which was full of emotions, love and affections. These are the moments that you perceive the world in a very subjective manner. And the events and happenings mostly exists in your mind than in a "real" (if this is a correct word) world.

And also I am on your side and I think, there are people that they have four life (1 plus ) to the famous statement" People live three life: public, private and secret" . and I add the fourth one which is so intensely entangled with the other three " the life that we live in magical world in our mind." which is sometimes easier to handle but there are times that the cruelness happening there is more unbearable than the reality...

سیما said...

و اگر این دنیای جادویی ذهنمون نبود که ادامه ی هر قدم از زندگی گاه بسیار مشکل می شد خصوصا در این سرزمین