Cent'anni di solitudine

Revised 28 March 2012 Huh? Oh. Oh, man. Wow.I just had the weirdest dream.There was this little town, right? And everybody had, like, the same two names. And there was this guy who lived under a tree and a lady who ate dirt and some other guy who just made little gold fishes all the time. And someti Leggi tutto

More like A Hundred Years of Torture. I read this partly in a misguided attempt to expand my literary horizons and partly because my uncle was a big fan of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Then again, he also used to re-read Ulysses for fun, which just goes to show that you should never take book advice from Leggi tutto

So I know that I'm supposed to like this book because it is a classic and by the same author who wrote Love in the Time of Cholera . Unfortunately, I just think it is unbelievably boring with a jagged plot that seems interminable. Sure, the language is interesting and the first line is the stuff of U Leggi tutto

"Upset by two nostalgias facing each other like two mirrors, he lost his marvellous sense of unreality and he ended up recommending to all of them that they leave Macondo, that they forget everything he had taught them about the world and the human heart, that they shit on Horace, and that wherever

welcome to...ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF AUGUSTUDE! while logically i know that is far from my best month / title pun, and is also actually among the worst, and in point of fact that's even worse than it sounds because my puns have never been good... i like it. and that's that. we are back for another excitin Leggi tutto

شعـــــورك بالعجـــــزهذه هي مشكلة الرواية الكبرىأنت في حال من الافتنان والنشوة لا يوصفوانعقاد لسانك يسبق أفكاركويبقى بداخلك صراع دائميتجسد في محاولات مضحكة للتعبير عن هذه المتعةلذا كنت احاول مراراً خلق التعبيرات المناسبة فأجدها تخرج لسانها في سخرية تاركة إياي في حيرة وقلة حيلةعندما أمسكت بهذه الروا Leggi tutto

‘ It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment. ’ Few memories of reading a book can match the sweetness of the warm spring day while at university when I sat in the grass down by a river and began Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s masterful One Hundred Years of Solitude . The novel gripped Leggi tutto