"Let me stay here" he said "there was soap."
I keep trying to find words worthy of this novel. Rich, handsome, elegant, unrivaled, pure... they don't even begin to scratch the surface. I feel like nothing I say could begin to tell you how this story affected me, how it made me feel.
Many novels I have read this year have had the central theme of love- stories that take modern twists on fairy tales, stories of jilted lovers, crazy love triangles and desperate women fighting to keep their men... this story, so elegantly crafted by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, is unlike any of those I've previously written about. It is the story of a man so in love with a woman he spends his life in preparation for his chance to love her.
Letter exchanged between Florentino and Fermina create a deep connection between the two young people and over the years this connection creates a deep longing that soon turns to love and the promise of marriage, but like so many women throughout history, Fermina believed in a fairy tale. She was looking for a love that was enchanting and when the fairy dust settled and the enchantment faded, she denied the first man she ever truely loved.
The lifetime of pain they feel while they lead their seperate but entertwinced lives is a beautiful tale of true love. It was difficult. It was raw and it was real.
She sees him from afar, but is married to someone else. Her youthful love for him never quite leaving her alone. She sees him in the streets, she feels his presence in Mass, she thinks about him when her marriage feels so far removed from her that she sees herself an outsider looking in. She hates both her husband and Florentino because she loves them both. She wants to be the faithful wife to her husband. She submits to his whims, she lives her life dutifully at his side- yet... something is missing.
And they are both secretly waiting for the moment her husband, who she also cares for deeply passes away... and when he does- fifty-one years, nine months, and four days after Florentino Aziza first declares his love for Fermina Daza- he does so again.
This love story is epic and beautiful and wonderful. I took two weeks to finish it because I honestly didn't want it to end. And at first, I didn't understand the title, but slowly I began to realized the love these two shared infected each other, it infected those around them - each person throughout their lives- each person they touched and made part of their love story. Their love ate at them, it made them feverish, it made them act in a way they never would have acted if the love was not consuming their hearts and minds. Their love was an epidimic- just like cholera.
Many novels I have read this year have had the central theme of love- stories that take modern twists on fairy tales, stories of jilted lovers, crazy love triangles and desperate women fighting to keep their men... this story, so elegantly crafted by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, is unlike any of those I've previously written about. It is the story of a man so in love with a woman he spends his life in preparation for his chance to love her.
Letter exchanged between Florentino and Fermina create a deep connection between the two young people and over the years this connection creates a deep longing that soon turns to love and the promise of marriage, but like so many women throughout history, Fermina believed in a fairy tale. She was looking for a love that was enchanting and when the fairy dust settled and the enchantment faded, she denied the first man she ever truely loved.
The lifetime of pain they feel while they lead their seperate but entertwinced lives is a beautiful tale of true love. It was difficult. It was raw and it was real.
She sees him from afar, but is married to someone else. Her youthful love for him never quite leaving her alone. She sees him in the streets, she feels his presence in Mass, she thinks about him when her marriage feels so far removed from her that she sees herself an outsider looking in. She hates both her husband and Florentino because she loves them both. She wants to be the faithful wife to her husband. She submits to his whims, she lives her life dutifully at his side- yet... something is missing.
Florentino Azazi spends his nights seeking solace in the beds of other women- finding ways to push Fermina from his mind when her memory burns him at the core. He spends his days fighting for a place in the world- making a name for himself- just so she will notice. Each step he takes is deliberate. Each moment is for her.Fermina Daza stopped smoking in order not to let go of the hand that was still in hers. She was lost in her longing to understand. She could not conceive of a husband better than hers had been, and yet when she recalled their life she found more difficulties than pleasures, too many mutual misunderstandings, useless arguments, unresolved angers. Suddenly she sighed: "Its incredible how one can be happy for so many years in the midst of so many squabbles, so many problems, damn it, and not really know if it was love or not.
And they are both secretly waiting for the moment her husband, who she also cares for deeply passes away... and when he does- fifty-one years, nine months, and four days after Florentino Aziza first declares his love for Fermina Daza- he does so again.
This love story is epic and beautiful and wonderful. I took two weeks to finish it because I honestly didn't want it to end. And at first, I didn't understand the title, but slowly I began to realized the love these two shared infected each other, it infected those around them - each person throughout their lives- each person they touched and made part of their love story. Their love ate at them, it made them feverish, it made them act in a way they never would have acted if the love was not consuming their hearts and minds. Their love was an epidimic- just like cholera.
21/52 Books (Currently 12 behind... Oops!)
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