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Free mobi ↠ doc Cien años de soledad æ ❮PDF / Epub❯ ☉ Cien años de soledad ✩ Author Gabriel García Márquez – Dcmdirect.co.uk The brilliant bestselling landmark novel that tells the story of the Buendia family and chronicles the irreconcilable conflict between the desire for solitude and the need for lRonicles the irreconcilable conflict between the desire for solitude and the need for love What is your favourite book mum? How many times have my children asked me that growing up with a mother who spends most of her time reading to them alone for work for pleasure or looking for new books in bookstores wherever we happen to beI can't answer that there are so many books I love and in different waysJust name one that comes to mindAnd I said without really knowing why and without thinkingOne Hundred Years Of SolitudeWhy?BecauseThis novel taught me that chaos and order are two sides of the same medal called family life It taught me that sadness and love go hand in hand and that life is easy and complicated at the same time It taught me that many wishes actually come true but never in the way we expect and most often with a catch It taught me that sun and rain follow each other even though we might have to wait for four years eleven months and two days for rain to stop falling sometimes It taught me that there are as many recipes for love as there are lovers in the world and that human beings are lazy and energetic good and bad young and old ugly and beautiful honest and dishonest happy and sad all at the same time together and lonelyIt taught me that we are forever longing for what we do not have until we get what we long for Then we start longing for what we lost when our dreams came trueThis novel opened up the world of absurdities to me and dragged me in like no other In each member of the Buendía family I recognise some relation or myself or both Macondo is the world in miniature and wherever I go it follows me like a shadow It is not rich peaceful or beautiful It is just Macondo No no lessMy favourite book? I don't know There are so many But I don't think any other could claim to be loved than this one

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The brilliant bestselling landmark novel that tells the story of the Buendia family and ch Revised 28 March 2012 Huh? Oh Oh man WowI just had the weirdest dreamThere was this little town right? And everybody had like the same two names And there was this guy who lived under a tree and a lady who ate dirt and some other guy who just made little gold fishes all the time And sometimes it rained and sometimes it didn’t and and there were fire ants everywhere and some girl got carried off into the sky by her laundryWow That was messed upI need some coffeeThe was roughly how I felt after reading this book This is really the only time I’ve ever read a book and thought “You know this book would be awesome if I were stoned” And I don’t even know if being stoned works on books that wayGabriel Garcia Maruez which is such a fun name to say is one of those Writers You Should Read You know the type – they’re the ones that everyone claims to have read but no one really has The ones you put in your online dating profile so that people will think you’re smarter than you really are You get some kind of intellectual bonus points or something the kind of highbrow cachet that you just don’t get from reading someone like Stephen King or Clive BarkerMaruez was one of the first writers to use “magical realism” a style of fantasy wherein the fantastic and the unbelievable are treated as everyday occurrences While I’m sure it contributed to the modern genre of urban fantasy – which also mixes the fantastic with the real – magical realism doesn’t really go out of its way to point out the weirdness and the bizarrity These things just happen A girl floats off into the sky a man lives far longer than he should and these things are mentioned in passing as though they were perfectly normalIn this case Colonel Aureliano Buendia has seventeen illegitimate sons all named Aureliano by seventeen different women and they all come to his house on the same day Remedios the Beauty is a girl so beautiful that men just waste away in front of her but she doesn’t even notice The twins Aureliano Segundo and Jose Arcadio Segundo may have in fact switched identities when they were children but no one knows for sure – not even them In the small town of Macondo weird things happen all the time and nobody really notices Or if they do notice that for example the town’s patriarch has been living for the last twenty years tied to a chestnut tree nobody thinks anything is at all unusual about itThis of course is a great example of Dream Logic – the weird seems normal to a dreamer and you have no reason to uestion anything that’s happening around you Or if you do notice that something is wrong but no one else seems to be worried about it then you try to pretend like coming to work dressed only in a pair of spangly stripper briefs and a cowboy hat is perfectly normalAnother element of dreaminess that pervades this book is that there’s really no story here at least not in the way that we have come to expect Reading this book is kind of like a really weird game of The Sims it’s about a family that keeps getting bigger and bigger and something happens to everybody So the narrator moves around from one character to another giving them their moment for a little while and then it moves on to someone else very smoothly and without much fanfare There’s very little dialogue so the story can shift very easily and it often doesEach character has their story to tell but you’re not allowed to linger for very long on any one of them before Garcia shows you what’s happening to someone else The result is one long continuous narrative about this large and ultimately doomed family wherein the Buendia family itself is the main character and the actual family members are secondary to thatIt was certainly an interesting reading experience but it took a while to get through I actually kept falling asleep as I read it which is unusual for me But perhaps that’s what Garcia would have wanted to happen By reading his book I slipped off into that non world of dreams and illusions where the fantastic is commonplace and ice is something your father takes you to discover “Arcadio imposed obligatory military service for men over eighteen declared to be public property any animals walking the streets after six in the evening and made men who were overage wear red armbands He seuestered Father Nicanor in the parish house under pain of execution and prohibited him from saying mass or ringing the bells unless it was for a Liberal victory In order that no one would doubt the severity of his aims he ordered a firing suad organized in the suare and had it shoot a scarecrow At first no one took him seriously”

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Cien años de soledadIn rich imaginative prose that has come to define an entire genre known as magical realis i remember the day i stopped watching cartoons an episode of thundercats in which a few of the cats were trapped in some kind of superbubble thing and it hit me that being cartoons the characters could just be erased and re drawn outside the bubble or could just fly away or tunnel their way out or teleport or do whatever really they wanted afterall they were line and color in a world of line and color now this applies to any work of fiction i mean Cervantes could've just written Don uixote out of any perilous situation but it just felt different with a lowest common denominator cartoon it felt that adherence to reality reality as defined within the world of the cartoon wasn’t a top priority this ended my cartoon watching days and i’ve pored over it in the years that followed was it a severe lack or an overabundence of imagination that made it so that while all my friends were digging saturday morning cartoons i alternated between tormenting my parents and attempting to use logic to disprove the fact that everyone i knew and everyone i ever would know was gonna die?i had a similar experience with One Hundred Years of Solitude the first chapter is just brilliant gypsies bring items to Macondo a village hidden away from mass civilization by miles of swamp and mountains these everyday items magnets ice etc are interpreted as ‘magic’ by people who have never seen them and it forces the reader to reconfigure hisher perception of much of what she formerly found ordinary amazing and then the gypsies bring a magic carpet a real one one that works and there is no distinction bt magnets and the magic carpet this i guess is magical realism and i had a Thundercats moment lemme explainthe magic carpet immediately renders all that preceded it as irrelevant are ice and magnets the same as magic carpets? what is the relation between magic and science? how can i trust and believe in a character who takes such pains to understand ice and magnets and who using the most primitive scientific means works day and night to discover that the earth is round but then will just accept that carpets can fly? or that people can instantaneously increase their body weight sevenfold by pure will? or that human blood can twist and turn through streets to find a specific person? fuck the characters how can i trust the writer if the world is totally undefined? if people can refuse to die and it’s not explained who or how or why where are the stakes? if someone can make themselves weigh 1000 pounds what can’t they do? how can i care about any situation if Garcia Maruez can simply make the persons involved sprout wings and fly away? should the book be read as fairy tale? as myth? as allegory? no i don’t think it’s meant to be read solely as any of those and i’d label anyone a fraud who tried to explain away a 500 page book as mere allegory over i don’t believe Garcia Maruez has as fertile an imagination as Borges or Cervantes or Mutis – three chaps who perhaps could pull something like this off on storytelling power alone; but three chaps who though they may dabble in this stuff clearly define the world their characters inhabit so i’m at page 200 and i’m gonna try and push on but it’s tough do i care when someone dies when death isn’t permanent? and do i care about characters who have seen death reversed but don’t freak the fuck out which is inconsistent with what does make them freak the fuck out and who also continue to cry when someone dies? yes there are some gems along the way but i think had Solitude been structured as a large collection of interconnected short stories kinda like a magical realism Winesberg Ohio it would've worked much better this is one of the most beloved books of all time and i’m not so arrogant damn close to discount the word of all these people although I do have gothboy DFJ and Borges on my side a strong argument for or against anything and not so blind to see the joy this brings to so many people i fully understand it's a powerful piece of work but i really don’t get it and i aggressively recommend The Adventures and Misadventures of Maroll to any and all who find Solitude to be the end all and be all