Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Love in the Time of Cholera






With Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, I expected a better version of The Notebook, except set in Colombia and written with actual talent from a Nobel Prize-winning author. I was slightly disappointed. It's not a book I can picture Oprah trudging through. It was good. It was not very thought-provoking and sadly, it left me with a feeling of relief at its end.

This love story is not really a love story. The language he uses is rich and beautiful, you can almost smell the gardenias through the page. But the story itself only makes me sad. The man, Florentino Ariza, practically stalks the woman, Fermina Daza, for "fifty-three years, seven months, and eleven days." She doesn't even love him until she is old and has no other options. Throughout, he is obsessed and writes sappy love poems and letters and weeps and becomes physically ill when she marries a wealthy doctor instead of him. And for the rest of his life, while entertaining his share of mistresses, he waits for the day of her husband's death to offer himself to her once more.

I do like the inscription written on the dedications page of my copy and I wonder who and where these people might be:
Nadia-I don't know if you already have this but it's one of my favorites & I thought you might dig it. Stephanie
Nadia, I bought your book in Long Beach for a dollar. Did you dig it?

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1 comment:

  1. Nadia dug it so much that she didn't keep it! I bet her and Stephanie had some kind of falling out.. and now their only link between them is that book! Doesn't that sound like a cool plot? =P

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