One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
Sometimes you hear about a book, over and over again, and finally decide, OK I'll finally read it. This is one of those books that is often put on a pedestal as a an incredible book. It's also often used to describe other books – as this book seems to have 'invented' the term or be a stand out example of 'magical realism'.
As you can probably guess by the way I start this review, I didn't fall in love with this book. It started interestingly enough, had some good bits in the middle, and had an interesting ending, but it was long and boring for me. I thought I would like this book more because I have read other books that use 'magical realism' and those books were even compared to Gabriel Garcia Marquez's style, but that didn't turn out to be the case.
I also didn't enjoy the super convoluted naming scheme of every man being called Aureliano, Arcadio or Jose. I also sort of abhor 'famous' books that have a rabid fan following like Harry Potter. I enjoy obscure translated books that haven't yet been given their due. I suppose that sounds a bit elitist, but I don't think I needed to really read this book to figure out why it was an important piece of literature. Nevertheless, I didn't give up because who likes discarding novels once half-way finished. Not I!
Also, this book needs intense concentration to follow what's going on due to the fantastical things that happen and the very, similiar names that the family has. I was reading this at naptime in my classroom, and would constantly get interrupted by students, so this probably coloured my expeirence of reading hte novel. I know people love this novel, and I can see why, but I didn't love this novel...and that's ok. It was good to read it, and experience it because it is considered a 'famous' and 'modern day' classic.
Rating: ★ Book #56 in my My 2020 Reading Challenge