Thought Provoking Poets & Writers
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| One Hundred Years of Solitude |
I have always been enamoured of a Latin style of writing in which the real world
is infused with the magical - ghosts, dead ancestors, spirits and the like - a
magical realism. This is the kind of story that you can't put down
A new town is formed. Gypsies periodically bring new inventions like the
magnet, a telescope and a magnifying glass. The town and family grow, and
during the social growth each much face their own type of solitude based on
lunacy, beauty, dreams, alliances, trauma, and mistakes. The story is
mesmerizing as each character weaves a life that ultimately separates them
from other members of their family or society in general. For one hundred years,
the family tree rises and dies - the ultimate solitude:
Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he
would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or
mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men
at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the
parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time
immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred
years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
Cycles of human behavior, portrayed by the similar naming of family members,
are woven into musical patterns of an amazing story you won't soon forget.
is infused with the magical - ghosts, dead ancestors, spirits and the like - a
magical realism. This is the kind of story that you can't put down
A new town is formed. Gypsies periodically bring new inventions like the
magnet, a telescope and a magnifying glass. The town and family grow, and
during the social growth each much face their own type of solitude based on
lunacy, beauty, dreams, alliances, trauma, and mistakes. The story is
mesmerizing as each character weaves a life that ultimately separates them
from other members of their family or society in general. For one hundred years,
the family tree rises and dies - the ultimate solitude:
Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he
would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or
mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men
at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the
parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time
immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred
years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.
Cycles of human behavior, portrayed by the similar naming of family members,
are woven into musical patterns of an amazing story you won't soon forget.