💓Magical realism~
• The growth of the civilization on the banks of a river in Colombia, founded by a patriarch, was flavoured with modern and interesting innovations that astonished the ignorant citizens of the small town. Only a few carried forward the legacy of science, literature and ancient manuscripts, one of them being the same patriarch of the Buendia family, with the help of a strange gypsy.
• This stirring tale transcends the ordinary by exploring complex characters and rich dialogues that range from downright bizarre to philosophical.
• As time passed by, the Buendia family tree grew wide with its roots all over the world, but ultimately bringing each and every person back to Macondo, in whom the blood of their matriarch Ursula ran.
• There is a strong emphasis on the women, who continued to hold the family together in the loop of time which seemed to be repeating itself, going around in circles, destroying the long line of their ancestry one ashen day at a time.
• This story is unlike any that I have read before. The grandiosity, the simplicity, the hideousness of it all, illustrated Central and South America in its rawest form, complete with unusual phenomenon, war, death, natural disasters and weird coincidences; the idea of magical realism blended with the life of a simpleton creates an entirely different genre, which I would like to further delve into.
• The only thing I felt after completing the book was gratification. With its plethora of characters, their history and relationship with every other character, a new person introduced after every 3 pages and the excess of similar names, along with a rich verbiage, this book is definitely not a page turner. The family chart given in the beginning certainly helps but after a while tracking the individual lineage becomes difficult.
• This is a mesmerizing creation with insane epitomes, where the author has delicately woven the force of nature, love in its many, often uncomfortable forms, and a lifetime with recurring predictability.
Awesome 💯💯💯
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