Wednesday, 11 September 2013

Truer Words Were Never Penned or How Reading the 'One Hundred Years of Solitude' Makes You Realise What Life is Really All About.

"...that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end."

These words were uttered by a wise bitter man in 'One Hundred Years of Solitude'. And they sum it up. What life really is about. More or less at least. 

Now listen up, you need to read this book. I don't say these words to you as a man who had a grand revelation after reading it. I don't say this either as some cognoscenti of English literature. I say this because I know after you are done reading this tome, you will be grateful. For the written word. For Gabriel Garcia Marquez's uncanny ability to find the right one on every line. In every paragraph and on every page too. You will be grateful to his translators. You will be grateful for this big beautiful confusing life we live. You will be I promise and if you aren't, you can go ahead and ask Mr. Marquez for your money back. 
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