On the particular day I took this photo – as with most days in Britain – it was bleak outside, overcast, an intense cutting wind blowing as background noise. I needed something to brighten up the day and an idea for a post as well to keep the blog ticking over.
Casting about the house I came across these colourful beauties and it took me down memory lane, remembering the jaunts in Márquez’s creations, his flair for the dramatic, and the stifling days in which so many of those memories take place. Although whether it was the days in the book or in real life is sometimes hard to separate.
For those yet to discover the wonderful Gabriel García Márquez, I can only encourage you with some old reviews found elsewhere on this site, and with a wholehearted shove to that particular shelf in your local bookshop. You won’t be disappointed wherever you start.
His particular brand of magical realism is both intense and imaginative, his characters all seem like their lives have been thoroughly lived by the author. Márquez’s body of work is something to be marvelled at, and his two masterpieces – not featured above – One Hundred Years of Solitude, and Love in the Time of Cholera deserve a place on any reader’s shelf.
Whether visiting Macondo or one of the other mysteriously locationless places, the reader is transported into stories of real heart. There is something uniquely South American yet universal in his themes, Márquez is one of those authors that should not be missed out on.