Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Discovering Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

It was 19 years ago, but I can still remember that very moment: the afternoon sun bathing those old musty volumes in the PQ section of the UP Baguio Library, running my hands through their broken spines, scanning the titles, and hoping to find refuge in their pages.   And then Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude caught my attention. Tingling with excitement tempered with reverence reserved only for great works of literature, I picked it up, turned to the first page, and read these words:

"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."

I then looked for a chair, sat down, and read page after page after page.

My pleasure that moment reached orgasmic heights.


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