I am reading Gabriel García Marquez and sinking … he arranges the words so precise, he strengthens the senses and the associations of them in such a magical way that I am literally breathless, feeling overwhelmed by strange tension but also dizzy. At times I stop – I think, I feel, I vibrate – and again I get into the net of words …
It is like a drug.
I wonder … how is it possible to express it so magically and to drag me into its universes and at the same time to show his characters so alive!
Great author, master, genius – these are powerful words that are usually said about the greatest artists and repeated within many years, so that these words start to sound familiar, but at the same time it is not possible to stop enjoying them and getting a lot of emotions from them. Thanks to them, you grow up and become more enriched – emotionally, intellectually, spiritually. Great creators are like spring of water – they donate life, revive, strengthen, balance, restore…
I remember now… some time ago… I gave my friend one of my stories (completely non-sexual :)). He was delighted with the style, the words, and analyzes, and said that while he was reading, he was even envious. I did not understand what he meant – how could he envy me? He explained me that he had such a strange jealousy because he did not know how to write the same way, nor could he do it.
I got it. And I thanked him. It was a great compliment for me from a smart and interesting man.
While I was reading Marquez, this memory came to my mind as a recall. I wonder if I do not envy him … Noble … mixed with blurring sensations, a gift with the style of Marquez …
A year ago I read “100 Years of Loneliness” and recently “Love in the Time of Cholera.” The last mentioned book made me want to write the words that are inside me now.
I started to read it, and I couldn`t stop … it dragged me, it got me, it charmed me. I fell into a story of love – deep, real, wiry as a willow stick, stoically unchanging for many years. I asked if there was such a great love, was it possible for a human being to long for another human being for half a century and to remain faithful to this feeling, despite different events in his life.
Marquez enters skillfully into the heads and souls of the characters created by himself and tells us everything that happens inside of them – cuts them like a cook, who is chopping an onion – and brings us every fine piece, every bit, every drop of juice. Character specifics are extremely well-established and “proven” in many situations.
Two men who love a woman.
Can this affection be with the same power?!
One loves her stronger, wilder, harder. Communicating with letters is so charming … you sink back in time, in other world, with other values … where the super modern is an archaic blurry idea for us, provoking smiles …can you imagine how hard it was to get just a few pages per week from the person who drives you crazy and who you dream of? And wait a day for answers … not now – instantly – but you have to wait, thirsting in longing, counting the minutes, slower than the beating of the mad heart …
“sometimes he went to work without any sleep, with his hair reminding of mix of love after leaving the letter in the agreed secret place… “
… and the answer to the letter echoing in the heart like a thunder in a calm day, shaking the body and vibrating soul while you are reading it … and you are writing in a hurry the next letter … and waiting again, waiting and waiting … at it is just as one powerful emotional whirlpool, a fully meaningful life thing. Because when you wait and expect, when you experience a long time and you do not have the real communication with your beloved, then the feeling deepens, it encompasses the entire organism, and dreams get the dimensions of infinity and the force of the element.
Marquez is able to present beautiful and lofty ideas in a banal and even a bitter way – love in everyday life, in habit, in annoyance, in duties. The work is scattered with smells, sounds, painfully realistic in its directness and startling mind. Then I feel that things are real, earthly, they touch me, touch everybody’s hearts indeed. And that creates a special warmth.
The main theme of the book is the theme of old age. The characters at first are young and gradually become old, youth-old age thrive in the work in constant interlace, but somehow more passionately depicted in their old age. It is in their old age when their love happens in physical parameters – then they meet and talk, communicate, touch, see each other naked, have sex. Yes, perhaps it is more attractive to imagine young, excited bodies, but the emphasis is not on that – Marquez speaks of the true great and eternal love, he understands it and feels it fully and completely, beyond the earthly parameters and the usual notions.
The novel plays brilliantly with time strings. Marquez bends time with ease. We are here and now, in the past, in the future, but always in the history of the giant love of Florentino Ariza to Fermina Dasa. In the inability to have it, sank into a bunch of intimate adventures, Florentino understands that
“you can be in love at the same time in a few women, and in every one with the same pain without being a traitor to anyone.”
He loves her to pain without even physical contact, and her husband (Dr Huvenal Urbino) sleeps with her every day, and there is she – being desired by two men, alive in this two-layer love affair – as if she does not like any of them. A woman with a strong character, wise, well-meaning and sober, forced to adapt to an atypical and strange environment , but who at one moment is tired of everything, at another point crushed, and finally almost deaf, but relaxed like a drift floating in the arms of Florentino Ariza.
“Love in the Time of Cholera” is a wise book, soaked in love – as it is in our lives – every day – from morning till night, through the process of bathing and dressing ironed clothes, going out with the mask of the profession, secretly fucking lovers in the late afternoon, removing and cleaning your artificial teeth, smelling and feeling our aging body, etc.
Marqueus perfectly balances tension and tranquility, strength and tenderness, bitterness and loftyness, rudeness and eagerness … Many passages in the book I read several times – some because of the wisdom, the others only because of the talent to arrange the speech exactly in the certain ways. Here’s a great example:
“No one could sleep as cleverly as she did: it was like a dance movement that raised her hand above her forehead, but there was no more ferocious person than her when her sleep was interrupted, though she could not be sleeping anymore … “
“After so many years of love, the untouched taste of innocence brought the charm of a refreshing perversion”
and especially my favorite:
“ … did a woman decide to sleep with a man, there is no irresistible barrier for her, no impregnable fortress, no moral retention, which she is not ready to remove for her aim – there is no even God for her … “
Maybe it will not be an exaggeration to say that the whole book is a string of such beautiful words of exquisitely arranged words, thrusters our thoughts in a sea of ideas, symbols, associations, meanings …
I can I write much more.
But I realize that I do not want to overdo it 🙂
I hope I was able to light a little flame of desire to read this book inside of you.
You will be enchanted.
Because this is a Word of Magic.
Or Magic with Word.
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