A review by sarasure
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez

4.0

Márquez is a masterful storyteller and his writing is both beautiful and lyrical. There’s no question to why he’s a celebrated author because this book will have you recognizing all kinds of familiar things. The virtues and evils of man, rise and fall of capitalism, and the arrogance of war. Life imitates art.

This was my first magical realism read and it did not disappoint. The imagery is both wondrous and strange and I was completely there for it. I wish more writers wrote like this. It’s true, the paragraphs are non existent and sentences run into each other so it’s very easy to get confused (assuming the repetitious names don’t get you there first). Honestly, this didn’t bother me in the slightest and I made great use of the family tree chart.

My one gripe is the mistreatment and overall character underdevelopment of women and children. I’m sure my uneasiness stems from never being exposed to much traumatic plot lines, so I was definitely caught by surprise. It is a fact these horrors exist in our world, I know, and it might be a cultural thing to marry children once they start their periods, but all of this didn’t sit well with me, hence my rating.

I’m aware my opinion isn’t popular and I don’t pretend to be a literary expert. If I put my personal feelings aside, I’m still very glad I read this and I would highly recommend this book for anyone with lots of patience and a thoughtful mind.

Thanks for the trauma Márquez!