A review by berlinbibliophile
Die Liebe in den Zeiten der Cholera by Dagmar Ploetz, Gabriel García Márquez

2.0

This book is soooo long, and yet so little happens, and so much is repeated over and over and over again. I don't really care about the many affairs Fernando Ariza has. The women never get much characterisation. I don't care about Fermina Daza constantly contemplating changing something about her life and then not doing it. I didn't enjoy reading about these characters get worse and worse as people until I hated having to spend time with them to finish the book. Sad, I loved 100 Years of Solitude but this one didn't work for me at all. Maybe not enough magical realism in there.