Just a while ago I finished reading 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and just as I've expected, it was one of the most moving novels I have
read in such a long time. The type that would make you think about the
good in tragedies and and the comic acts we put ourselves into to make
our time worth while. As the book always repeat: a defense against
boredom and avoid idleness. Something that I can relate to very much.
I've told one of my friends that being immobile is like killing
yourself because it gets you bored. When I feel bored, I feel like
being drained out of my life's energy. So doing something is affinity
of one's existence.
And thank God, she agrees.
Because I like being affirmed of my beliefs. I'm selfish like that, man.
I
don't know how to make of my emotions while reading this book but I was
amused, absorbed and depressed at some point at the fate of the Buendia
family. Seriously, I felt like I was dreaming the whole time I was
focused on it.
That's all I can say for now~ I had more to say
while I was still on the pages but...I simply love it. The style that
Marquez used to write the novel cannot be carried by any word alone. It
needs to be crafted in a congregation of beautiful words, near enough
to reach the feeling that one would experience from the novel.
I'm
really starting to love Latin Lit. From the Borges short stories our
professor gave us, I don't mind spending days off my vices influenced
by technology to return to the written pages, satisfied with a book in
hand. *どき どき*
But I just realized that if only I have given more
time and effort for the book, I could have finished it the first time I
held it in my hands or for approximately three days if I devoted my
whole time on it. I confess I gave up on it the first time Ate Aubrey
lend it to me. After a chapter, I returned it to her and told her I
couldn't finish it and made a secret pact with myself that someday I'll
be able to finish the book when I've matured; experienced more of life
and read more of others' experience that I experience vicariously. So I
knew, I would duel solitude the great story of the Buendias in printed
words once again at some point in my life.
And I believe that was realized today.
^^
A good day to everyone~