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(Paperback - Spanish-language Edition)
"El año de mis noventa años quise regalarme una noche de amor loco con una adolescente virgen."
Un viejo periodista decide festejar sus noventa años dándose un regalo que le hará sentir que todavía está vivo: una jovencita. En el prostíbulo de un pintoresco pueblo, ve a la jovencita en cuestión de espaldas, completamente desnuda, y esa visión cambia su vida radicalmente. Ahora está a punto de morir, pero no por viejo, sino de amor.
Memoria de mis putas tristes cuenta la vida de un anciano solitario, un apasionado de la música clásica y lleno de manías. Por él sabremos cómo en sus aventuras sexuales (que no fueron pocas) siempre dio a cambio algo de dinero, pero nunca imaginó que así encontraría el verdadero amor.
La nueva novela de Gabriel García Márquez celebra las alegrías del enamoramiento, las desventuras de la vejez y, sobre todo, eso que sucede cuando sexo y amor se juntan y le dan sentido a la existencia. Escrita con el estilo incomparable de Gabo.
More Reviews and RecommendationsA chief practitioner of the "magic-realist" style, Gabriel García Márquez's influence and importance lie in his crucial role of bringing Latin-American fiction to wider audiences while pioneering it at the same time. The Colombian-born Nobel winner tells fantastical tales of romance and heroism against an historic Latin American backdrop, always infusing believability by giving his writing a journalistic cast.
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October 27, 2008:
One of the very first serious novels I read on my own, outside of the required academic reading which most of us go through (Uncle Tom, The Scarlet Letter, The Great Gatsby, The Grapes of Wrath, etc.) was ?Cien Años de Soledad? which was, coincidentally, the first book my father handed down to me of his own stack. That may mean nothing to you, it meant a hell of a lot to me. Though I had read many of the short stories he kept around in his office, it was not until he saw my passion for the surrealistic that he reached up on the shelf and brought down that particular book (A Hundred Years of Solitude, is the English translation). I ate that book up like nothing else and to this day remains one of my favorite books I have ever read, in English or in Spanish.
I later went on to read ?El Amor en Tiempos de Cholera? before my attention was drawn elsewhere. I never knew what became of that author, and assumed him dead, after he went for nearly a decade (if I remember correctly) without putting out a single new novel. I did see my dad with ?Vivir Para Contarla? (To Live to Tell it) just last year when they came to visit, and he left it with me (I started it but abandoned it when other reading came up). That last is his biography, which is good, from what I read, but a bit slow, which is perhaps why I lost interest.
I had been eyeing ?El General en su Laberinto? (The General in his Laberynth?) when I saw that he had finally released a new novel. I promptly picked it up and finished it in one sitting. That is not as great an achievement as it sounds, the book is small, of decent sized print and merely 107 pages long. Yet, I ended up unable to put it down.
The story tells of an old man, turning 90 and having fully lived his life, wanting to celebrate his birthday, by taking an adolecent?s virginity. The mistress from the local brothel, is only able to find him a fourteen year old girl in need of money. Hesitantly, our protagonist agrees (he is never given a name). Upon finding her naked in bed, however, he is faced with a number of truths which force him to re-examine his life, his actions, and lead him to find love in the unlikeliest of fashions.
It is a sad but touching love story, which moved me, obviously enough to read the book in one take, but unfortunately fell short of the work I was hoping to find. I really liked this book, but when holding it up to books he has written before, I felt slightly disappointed. Like being thirsty and given soda to drink, you only end up more thirsty afterward. I wish it had been more, but it was, nonetheless, a pleasant read.
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January 12, 2005: I'm a fan of Marquez since HS Spanish Lit. Marquez is totally in his style after ten years, telling a story how an older man discovers love with sex. He tells the story so thoroughly for a 109 page book. It was an easy read for my first time reading a complete book in spanish. I think I appreciated it more reading his work directly in spanish.