Cien Anos de solidad
I really love this old book. It won a Pulitzer Prize for good reason.
And then all of a sudden, 50 years after original publication, Netflix turned it into a limited series. Thank Dios they didn’t f$&k it up, like so many book to movie translations. whoever was in charge duly realized the importance of the effort. They spent tens of millions to build an entire city, infusing new life somewhere deep in the heart of Columbia. Their end result evoked a vision so surreal, so magical, Macondo literally leapt of the page. I’m no hardened movie critic, but I melted in the embrace of this newly rediscovered saga of the Buendia family. Thank Dios we have 8 more episodes to come.
I checked my shelves and saw i must have displaced or given away my old paperback. So I bought it again on Amazon. I can’t wait to reread what I’m now reimagining on screen. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the way Marquez captures the beauty of discovery. Like witnessing ice for the first time. Or capturing the first photo. And of course the pangs of love. His characters are spiteful. They wage war. They eat dirt. there’s a yearning to see Gods existence in life and a madness when they start to succumb to the reality of death. powerful and poetic stuff.