Book: Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Márquez

A novella by Gabriel Marquez

I had this sitting idle for a couple of years, i read it in 3 hours, and it was enjoyable, it talks about an old man in his nineties living in a world half fantasy and half real.

A very good read, and according to wikipedia, it’s the last that he published.

I’m gonna start reading The Autumn of the Patriarch, I have a friend waiting for me to finish it so that we enjoy a cup of coffee and dissect the book.

This is a quote from the book:

The house rose from ashes and I sailed on my love of Delgadina with an intensity and happiness I had never known in my former life. Thanks to her I confronted my inner self for the first time as my ninetieth year went by. I discovered that my obsession for having each thing in the right place, each subject at the right time, each word in the right style, was not well-deserved reward of an ordered mind but just the opposite: a complete system of pretense invented by me to hide the disorder of my nature. I discovered that I am not disciplined our of virtue but as a reaction to my negligence, that I appear generous in order to conceal my meanness, that I passed myself off as prudent because I am evil-minded, that I am conciliatory in order not to succumb to my repressed rage, that I am punctual only to hide how little I care about other people’s time. I learned, in short, that love is not a condition of the spirit but a sign of the zodiac.

Doomish:
Brave, Courageous and bold.
Long live his fame,
and long live his glory.
Long may his worthless posts be told.

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