Love in the Time of Cholera


I read One Hundred Years of Solitude a few years ago and found it haunting. It spoke truth.

Love in the Time of Cholera is a deeply insightful, sweetly-sad book about life and love. Those of you who follow my rambling book review postings might know that I have little appetite for such books. I get frustrated: why should I care about these people? I rarely identify with characters in these books, who it seems, almost by the demands of the plot are capable of the most eye-rolling hijinks.

This wasn’t my favourite book, but I can fully appreciate the technical and artistic skill of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. This author is like the great Russian novelists – he can fully and seemingly effortlessly take you too a different time and place.

I haven’t lived in 19th century Moscow, nor early 20th century Colombia, but somehow these authors incorporate me effortlessly. It’s a special magic, and Marquez has it in spades.

This is a winning book for a lot of people. Not just for me. Gabriel Garcia Marquez is good enough to warrant another read however. I’m thinking of The General in his Labyrinth. 



2 thoughts on “Love in the Time of Cholera

  1. I’ve been in the middle of this one for awhile now. The beginning part where he described the old doctor in depth was extraordinary to me.

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