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Cien años de soledad by Gabriel García Márquez

rlawson's review against another edition

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reflective slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? No
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? No

1.0

sasha27okt's review against another edition

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mysterious reflective slow-paced

4.0

gajeam's review against another edition

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5.0

Technology is bad. Government is bad. Love is definitely bad. But ghosts are actually pretty chill?

A great pandemic read despite an uncomfortably timely title.

samnsosa's review against another edition

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5.0

magical realism. abundance. desolation. life and death and all the ambiguity in between. one hundred years measured in impulses of passion, cups of black coffee, tragedy, and labor. marquez’s words enchant me. i fell in love.

may name my child aureliano.

filesm's review against another edition

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5.0

“You must have been dreaming,” the officers insisted. “Nothing has happened in Macondo, nothing has ever happened, and nothing ever will happen. “This is a happy town.”
Perhaps a child with a pigs tail is better than a generational curse of solitude and incestual lust…This might be the most gripping, absurd, horrific, and hilarious book I’ve ever read. Starting off 2022 with it felt appropriate as we are living through absurd horrific times, rich with solitude. I resonated with Ursulas feeling of watching a cycle repeat itself, being unable to stop it and participating in the system that perpetuates in begrudgingly but willingly. Chronicling several generations of the clairvoyant Buendia family, Gabriel Garcia Marquez perfectly represents generational tramua and details constant suffering within each member of the family and Macando in general sometimes in ways that made me sick to my stomach, but somehow makes it enjoyable and engrossing. The ending gagged me and now I must reread.
“in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to fund the paradise of shared solitude. 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.”
“What did you expect?” Úrsula sighed. “Time passes.” “That’s how it goes,” Aureliano admitted, “but not so much.”
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jairoparejo's review against another edition

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dark emotional mysterious reflective sad tense slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Plot
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated

5.0

jeannamarie's review against another edition

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4.0

Equal parts my head hurts and this was crazy…good.

audragio's review against another edition

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challenging dark emotional mysterious sad tense slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? N/A
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

1.0

vilmaka's review against another edition

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funny inspiring reflective medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? No
  • Loveable characters? It's complicated
  • Diverse cast of characters? N/A

4.5

wellreadandoverfed's review against another edition

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5.0

This book just knocked the wind out of me. I was supposed to read this book in a college history class 10 years but never got around to it.

I’ve tried to read this 2 other times and I couldn’t get past the first 30 pages. But maybe there’s something poetic that I finally read this book whilst in quarantine. Poetic or ham-fisted, I’m not sure of yet.

But better ham-fisted than pig-tailed.