Thursday, April 17, 2014

In Memoriam: Gabriel Garcia Marquez

One of the great names in world literature. Amazing ability to describe the indescribable in a way that makes you understand and want more.

The opening lines of One Hundred Years of Solitude:

"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. At that time, Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point."

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