I’ve tried reading through this book three times now, and all three I had to quit without reaching the two hundred page mark fearing that my brain would turn into mush. There is no rhyme or reason or even a semblance of sense in the world Gabriel García Márquez has created; you never know how you should react to anything in this book, where death is impermanent and characters get arbitrarily saved from some tough situations through various deus ex machinas and magic, but not the others. To make matters worse, the whole thing is written in tell-not-show narrative, to the point where it feels more like an outline of a story than the real deal, where the author has yet to add emotions, motivations, character arcs, and even goddamn dialogue to his text.
|Enlightening on the culture of Latin America, I think||Lifeless, tell-not-show presentation|
|The world has no defined rules whatsoever|
|Bland, lifeless characters|
|No tension in the plot, because whatever goes|
|The story feels like just a mesh of random set-pieces|
|Almost impossible to keep track of the characters who all have the same damn name|
|The most boring thing that has so far been invented by a man|