#One Hundred Years of Solitude
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feral-ballad · 2 years ago
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Erika L. Sánchez, from Lessons on Expulsion: Poems; “Amá”
[Text ID: “In One Hundred Years of Solitude, / Márquez wrote that we are birthed / by our mothers only once, but life obligates / us to give birth / to ourselves over and over.”]
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liriostigre · 3 months ago
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Cover of new japanese edition of One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, illustrated by Ryuto Miyake
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dailyflicks · 7 months ago
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One Hundred Years of Solitude (2024)
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quotespile · 4 months ago
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There is always something left to love.
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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thevillain-s · 3 months ago
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Journaling, Books & Tulips 🌷 >>>
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shebsart · 1 month ago
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..José Arcadio Segundo dragged himself from one car to an other in the direction in which the train was heading, and in the flashes of light that broke through the wooden slats as they went through sleeping towns he saw the man corpses, woman corpses, child corpses who would be thrown into the sea like rejected bananas. ...There were no dead, the satisfied workers had gone back to their families, and the banana company was suspending all activity until the rains stopped.
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metamorphesque · 1 year ago
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― Gabriel García Márquez, "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
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derangedrhythms · 2 years ago
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[…] she kept the madness of her heart intact.
Gabriel García Márquez, from ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’, tr. Gregory Rabassa
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tackypies · 1 year ago
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my experience reading one hundred years of solitude by gabriel garcia marquez
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embeccy · 9 months ago
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kalihoffs · 1 year ago
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I'm trying to make a book cover for every book I read this year. Here's the first three :)
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pandora-books · 9 days ago
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"He kept on examining her, discovering the miracle of her intimacy inch by inch, and he felt his skin tingle as he contemplated the way her skin tingled when it touched the water."
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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thunderandsage · 11 months ago
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magical realism: starter kit
multigenerational family
third-person omniscient narration
some good-old-fashioned prophetic abilities
incest
a big ass House
multigenerational trauma
background of political turmoil, with a revolution or upheaval in the second or third act that flips the family’s fortune
constant call-forwards
characters containing Multitudes so vast and yet so beautifully synthesized you’ll be forces to reevaluate the way you judge all other narratives
some form of communism/marxism
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lowcountry-gothic · 1 year ago
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Illustrations for the 50th anniversary edition of Colombian author Gabriel García Márquez’ Cien años de soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude). Art by Chilean illustrator Luisa Rivera.
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quotespile · 1 year ago
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A person doesn’t die when he should but when he can.
Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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cutiebabie · 2 years ago
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“She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst, and only then did she discover how much she missed the whiff of oregano on the porch and the smell of roses at dusk, and even the bestial nature of the parvenus. Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.”
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
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