Showing posts with label ReRead. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ReRead. Show all posts

Friday, 17 April 2020

One Hundred Years of Solitude | Gabriel Garcia Márquez #NobelPrize


Goodness!

What a read. Or more accurately, a reread. I bought my Penguin edition of One Hundred Years of Solitude on the 3rd April 1996 in Sydney. At a guess, it must have been the Easter school holidays and I was visiting my sister, who lived in Coogee, for a few days. I cannot remember if I read it straight away, or waited until I went home. Either way, I have very little memory of reading this book, except that I found it challenging and often confusing. It was also funny and disturbing and completely different to anything I had ever read before. 

It was my very first magical realism and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not.

The huge cast of characters confused me the most. I couldn't remember who was who, with so many of the six generations sharing exactly the same names. The family tree in the front of the book only added to my confusion.

Since 1996, I've read a lot more magic realism and many more books set in South America. I've learnt that I enjoy magic realism when it is firmly embedded in the real or natural world. Ghosts, in particular, are something I can accept in a story. For me, it's simply taking the idea of being haunted by a memory to the next level. 

Dreams are another element that can carry over into the real world. We've all had those dreams that blur the lines between waking and sleeping, conscious and subconscious. But it's the mixing of the ordinary with the extraordinary that I find really exciting in magic realism. It can become a way of describing something difficult or traumatic in a palatable way - turning our troubles into a fairytale or conflict into a something beautiful and strange. It can become a way of telling our story, especially the really tough stories, by turning them into a story, that makes it possible to get out of bed every day and face another day.

Magic realism can give us hope when despair is everywhere. It mythologises our daily lives and turns us into heroes and demons. It can make sense of the chaos and it can challenge the status quo.

One Hundred Years of Solitude does all of this and more, I simply didn't appreciate that the first time around.

I underlined and asterisked so many sections that it will be impossible to pull out a favourite, but the one the sums up the book the best is,
...always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end

One Hundred Years of Solitude is not an easy read or a comfortable read. At times it's overwhelming and so dense that you feel like you're brain might explode. But it is also subversive, humorous and utterly beguiling. Now, more than ever, it's important to be reminded that the world is bigger and more diverse than our Western minds and Western beliefs often take into account. There are other ways of seeing and experiencing this world we all share.


Facts:
  • In Spanish - Cien Años de Soledad - 1967
  • Translation by Gregory Rabassa published in 1970
  • Translated into 37 languages
  • Márquez was awarded the 1982 Nobel Prize "for his novels and short stories, in which the fantastic and the realistic are combined in a richly composed world of imagination, reflecting a continent's life and conflicts."
  • The chapters are not numbered on purpose.
  • Márquez was friends with Fidel Castro.
    • What actually strengthened our friendship were books. I discovered he was such a great reader that before publishing a book, I would send him the original. He could spot contradictions, anachronisms, and inconsistencies that even publishing professionals fail to notice. He is a very careful and voracious reader. The books he chooses to read reflect quite well the breadth of his tastes."
  • Latin American Boom - 
    • A common criticism of the Boom is that it is too experimental and has a "tendency toward elitism" - García Márquez who, in Benedetti's view, "represent a privileged class that had access to universal culture and were thus utterly unrepresentative of average people in Latin -America." Donald L. Shaw (1998), The Post-Boom in Spanish American Fiction.
    • "It is no exaggeration to state that if the Southern continent was known for two things above all others in the 1960s, these were, first and foremost, the Cuban Revolution (although Cuba is not in South America) and its impact both on Latin America and the Third World generally, and secondly, the Boom in Latin American fiction, whose rise and fall coincided with the rise and fall of liberal perceptions of Cuba between 1959 and 1971." Gerald Martin (2008), Gabriel García Márquez: A Life.

First sentence:
  • Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.
    • What a first sentence! It tells us all the main things we need to know about this story - the passing of time, the acceptance of craziness and unexpected occurrences, the guarantee of death, pathos and memory, and the promise of an entire life from beginning to end.

Gabriel García Márquez:
  • Born: 6th March 1927, Aracataca, Colombia.
  • Died: 17th April 2014, Mexico City, Mexico.
  • Moved to Paris in 1957 -
    • What was important to me in Paris was the perspective that the city gave me on Latin America. There, I never ceased being a Caribbean, but rather I became a Caribbean conscious of his culture.
  • In 1958 he married a friend from his uni days, Mercedes Barcha.
  • Nickname - Gabo.
  • "The most frightful, the most unusual things are told with the deadpan expression" - McMurray, George R. (1987), Critical Essays on Gabriel García Márquez
  • “Fiction was invented the day Jonah arrived home and told his wife that he was three days late because he had been swallowed by a whale..”
  • "To oppression, plundering and abandonment, we respond with life." Gabriel Garcia Márquez (1982) Nobel Lecture: The Solitude of Latin America.
  • "What matters in life is not what happens to you, but what you remember and how you remember it."
  • [Critics], in general, have a scripted right to pontificate, but they fail to realize that a novel like One Hundred Years of Solitude is devoid of seriousness and full of nods to my most intimate friends, winks that these friends alone discover. Still, the critics claim responsibility of decoding the book, thereby covering themselves in ridicule.”
  • "The world of One Hundred Years of Solitude is a place where beliefs and metaphors become forms of fact, and where more ordinary facts become uncertain." Michael Wood (1990) Gabriel García Márquez: One Hundred Years of Solitude. Cambridge University Press.
  • "There is always something left to love."
  • "If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I’d embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I’d take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I’d tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already." Love in the Time of Cholera 

A huge thank you to Silvia and Ruth for hosting The One Hundred Years of Solitude readalong. It was the excuse I needed to tackle this rather unwieldy book again. I'm glad I did and now I'm ready for Love in the Tome of Cholera!

Wednesday, 22 January 2020

Shelf Life #1

Photo by LAUREN GRAY on Unsplash

Shelf Life is a new personal meme to help me in my ongoing attempt to declutter my bookshelves.
It's more than a Marie Condo of my books though.
It's aim is to reflect, honour and let go as many books as possible.

Most likely, in the next 12 months or so, Mr Books and I will be on the move. The thought of packing up everything we own again, gives me the horrors.

Therefore as time permits, I will reassess the many, many READ books stacked on my bookshelves. (The unread TBR pile is another story all together!)

The aim of Shelf Life is to let go those books that I know I will never read again and to give them a proper send off.

My assessment criteria includes:
  • Does this book spark joy?
  • Honestly, will I ever reread this book?
  • How and why did this book come to be on my bookshelf anyway?
  • When and where did I read this book?
  • What are my memories of this book?
  • Is this book part of a series, a signed copy or a special edition?
  • Do I want to pack and unpack this book one more time? Or several more times, during what's left of my lifetime?
  • If I were to let this book go, would I feel regret, remorse or relief?

Let Shelf Life begin...

The top shelf on my main bookshelf is devoted to Australian authors and my first book may actually challenge the whole rationale behind doing this.

You may also be shocked to discover that I no longer stack my shelves in alphabetical order! A number of years ago, to make everything fit, I had to resort to stacking by shape and size of book. To help me find books though, I classified shelves by continent or region.

  • The Great World by David Malouf was a reread five years ago for a Classics Club Spin. Rereading my response to it only highlights why rereading at different ages and stages is such a wonderful, worthwhile thing to do. It's why I've held onto so many books for so long. It also reminds me of all the small, but personally significant feelings and details that are attached to every single book on my shelf. I can still picture myself reading this book, seated in my large blue wingback armchair, by the window of my second home in Mudgee. I remember the ahhh moments I enjoyed as I savoured Malouf's use of language. I don't remember where I sat to read it the second time though. And curiously, I recall very little about the actual story. After two read-throughs, I still can't tell you what the story is about in any detail, except for the lingering after effects of war. I will not go there for a third time.

  • When I find a new-to-me author I tend to get excited and seek out more books by them. During the same summer holiday in December 1997 that I discovered The Great World, I also picked up a copy of Remembering Babylon by Malouf at Gleebooks. I now know that it won the inaugural International Dublin Literary Award and was shortlisted for the 1993 Man Booker Prize and the Miles Franklin Award. However, I cared little for those things back then. I read for pure pleasure not prizes. I still read for pleasure (the majority of the time) but now use the many literary prizes from around the world to help me find new authors. The internet has made it much easier to keep track of such things. In 1997, the main way I found new authors was to browse, for lengthy periods of time, in bookshops and libraries. Remembering Babylon marks the beginning of my active interest in Australian literature, especially the colonial versus Indigenous perspectives.

  • Ten months later, I was back in Sydney, browsing through the fiction section of Dymock's, when I obviously decided it was time for another Malouf. How do I know this? Because back then, I used to write my name, the date (I purchased the book) and where, onto every title page of every book. Antipodes came into my life on the 6th October 1998. At this point in time, I wasn't a big fan of the short story, so it's interesting to note that Malouf not only started me down a more literary reading path, but also the short story path that I now enjoy so much. Flicking through the pages revealed another unexpected gem - an old travel ten Sydney bus pass that I had been using as a bookmark.

  • One person can have an extraordinary impact on one's reading journey. It wasn't until I read the dedication in the next book, that I realised why my reading tastes started to change from 1995 onwards. Around that time, a new English teacher arrived at the local high school. She ended up renting an apartment across from me. We became friends. She had very strong opinions about Literature with a capital L. In fact, it is thanks to her that I first read Middlemarch in 1995, one of her all-time favourite books. For my birthday in 1998, she gave me a copy of Robert Dessaix's Night Letters. It was one of the first LGBTQIA books I can remember reading. It was a time before the acronym and it seemed a pretty daring thing to do. I was never quite sure if I was reading fiction or memoir and I loved every word. I also came away with a long list of authors and books I wanted to read, including Midnight's Children by Rushdie and Bruce Chatwin's Songlines.

  • In 1999 I picked up a lovely hardback edition of Dessaix's (and so forth). It was the summer holidays and I was visiting family in Bathurst. I dived into this collection of essays and journalism, barely coming up for breath. He touched on so many things that obsessed interested me too - Russia, art, literature, Indigenous culture, travel, China and words, glorious words. I was hooked.

  • However, I waited until 2003 for my next Dessaix fix. It was midwinter in Mudgee and to cure my June blues, I was tempted by the gorgeous sunny cover of Corfu: A Novel. It was part fiction, part biofiction with oodles of travelogue, set on the magic little island of Corfu. An island that I had visited, oh so briefly, back in 1991. They only way to return was via Dessaix's story. Like (and so forth), Corfu is a lovely small sized hardback that fits nicely into one's hands as you read.

As I've been writing this post, my ideas about the purpose of Shelf Life have evolved. I started this
thinking I would be passing on all six of these books to new readers. But I now realise that I'm not ready to let them all go just yet.

Two of these books are still sparking joy. 

The act of handling them and flicking through their pages has created an urge to reread them. They still feel like they are a part of my journey or my story somehow.

Can you guess which two are staying?

Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Re-Read Forever

The Artsy Reader Girl is the new host of the weekly meme Top Ten Tuesday.
Each week she nominates a topic to encourage those of us who love a good list to get all listy.
This week it's all about Books I Could Re-Read Forever.


My Top Ten Re-Reads:


Re-reading is something I've done ALL my life.

If I'd made this list when I was a teen, there would have been a lot more Enid Blyton, Anne of Green Gables and Trixie Belden going on, but times move on.

I love revisiting favourites for many reasons:
- to reconnect to much loved characters
- to experience once again the feelings that the book evokes in me
- to discover the many layers that can only be revealed through rereading a well-known text
- to see how a book (or my reaction to it) changes as I mature

I reread for comfort, connection, insight and growth.

Some books are like old friends.
In much the same way you would never be satisfied with just one visit with a good friend, I would never be satisfied with just one dip into a good book.

Some books are like memories.
Fleeting glimpses, half-remembered, dependent on context, timing and mood.
Re-reading these books is like discovering a new book all over again.


10.
Mansfield Park by Jane Austen

This is was my least reread Austen.
My first read back in my teens left me cold.
I had no desire to go there again....
until an Austen in August readalong a few years ago.


Even though I've only reread this book once, my second reading revealed so much depth and extraordinary detail that I know I will be going there many times again in future years. In fact, I've recently acquired an Annotated Mansfield Park to make the next reread even more detailed and thoughtful.

9.
The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings trilogy by J R R Tolkien


I re-read these books only last year. Slowly.
It not only reignited my interest in fantasy but it has started a love affair with #slowreading.
The entire experience was delightful and rewarding.

8.
Little Women by L M Alcott


I've been reading this classic since I was about 10.
It's pure comfort (despite the sadness).
Although maybe it's the sadness that makes it such a comfort.
Sadness is a part of life, the Little Women show how to handle such times with grace, kindness and tenderness.
Re-reading LW makes me feel like a better person - EVERY SINGLE TIME - why wouldn't I want more of that?

7.
Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen


Austen is one of those authors I enjoy re-reading because of all the extra layers and details that are only revealed with said re-read. It is a pure pleasure seeing just how clever Austen is as a writer - how carefully and elegantly she builds her story and crafts her characters.
I enjoy re-reading Sense and Sensibility because of my affinity with Elanor.

6.
The Blue Castle by L M Montgomery

One of the few books where my re-reading journey has been documented on this blog, along with the book below.
I've now read both these books twice in the past few years.
My experience with both can be found by clinking on the link attached to the title.

5.
The Ladies of Missalonghi by Colleen McCullough

See above.

4.
Jane Eyre by Bronte

My last re-read of Jane Eyre occurred the year prior to starting my blog, so I'm overdue for my next re-read!

This is one of those books that has changed/evolved with the age I was when I read it (or re-read it).
At 13 I thought it was a misery boarding school story with a mean, nasty aunt.
At 19 I was shocked to discover it was a love story, although the age difference between Jane and Rochester was a bit icky.
At 39 I was fine with the romance, but found myself responding strongly to Jane's independence and quiet strength of character.
I wonder what 50 year old Bron will discover?

3.
Into the Forest by Jean Hegland


Pure comfort read.
Although what it says about me that a post-apocalyptic story about two teens marooned in the forest to fend for themselves is one of my comfort reads?
I leave for you to ponder!

2.
Persuasion by Jane Austen


Although this is my favourite Austen, it doesn't have the honour of being my most re-read Austen.
That honour goes to...

1.
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen


I've probably read Pride and Prejudice between 25 -30 times....so far.
Really.
I love that each time I read it, different sections make me laugh or I notice things in a different way.
It's a pleasure from start to finish - EVERY SINGLE TIME!

What has been the book you've re-read the most?
Can you beat my 25-30 record?

#TopTenTuesday