Today marks this semester's first installment of The Eye’s blog series “Things that will (temporarily) change your life," in which writers discuss a book, movie, television series, etc. that changed their perspective for some length of time. This week: One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Before I go on about how much I love One Hundred Years of Solitude, I’m going to say that I just read it this summer and am a relative newcomer to completely worshipping Gabriel García Márquez and his prose. However, I had read several of his short stories, which turned me onto his magnum opus, so it's been in the works for quite some time.
For several years, I resisted reading One Hundred Years of Solitude because it was so acclaimed. I didn’t think it could be as good as everyone had told me.
And at first, I wasn’t sold on its quality. “Sure it’s well-written,” I thought to myself, “but everyone’s name is Jose Arcadio or Aureliano, so it’s kind of hard to know what the hell is happening.” But after reading for a bit, I got to know the characters, and got really into the story, which is one of the best things about the novel in retrospect.
