I don't really feel capable of reviewing One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez's epic magical-realist novel about a centur in the life of a secluded village and its founing family, the Buendias.
One Hundred Years of Solitude is just too expansive, too full of events, emotions, too full of life for me to really get a good handle on what, if anything Garcia Marquez is driving at. Instead, I basically enjoyed it as a chronicle of increasingly absurd and fascinating events.
Your level of enjoyment will depend greatly on your capacity to suspend disbelief and to accept that the village of Macondo is not a place where the rules of time and space apply. Some of Garcia Marquez's flights of fancy were off-putting to me, but on the whole they were a joy to read.
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