Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Posted by purplemary54 on April 17, 2014
As a writer, I am enmeshed in words—my own words and those of the writers around me. But I will never, ever, write words as magnificent as those of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. His voice brought more beauty and sadness and joy to my world than I could ever quantify. He was one of the finest writers who ever lived. Word has come today that he lives no more.
But writers, like all artists, live forever in their works. Although Garcia Marquez was more lauded for 100 Years of Solitude, my favorite will always be Love in the Time of Cholera. It was the first book I read that had a perfect ending. I don’t mean perfect as in what I would have wanted to happen, but perfect in that it was the most completely appropriate and believable ending to the story that unfolded before it. The language in that book was so lush and wonderful, so full of magic. I still recommend it to anyone who asks me about good books to read. If you haven’t read it, go get a copy. Right now. Steal one, if you must. It’s that good.
Garcia Marquez was a native of Colombia, although he ended his life in Mexico. So it seems totally appropriate to play this song by Los Lobos in his honor. Oddly, it’s the first music I heard in my head when thinking about his life and death.
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