Oh. Thank. God.! I thought I was the only one who couldn't finish reading this book because it was SO bizarre! I thought I should try reading it again because it's supposed to be a great novel; however, I believe that with so many good books out there waiting to be read, why should I waste precious time trying (again!) to tackle this one? Such a disappointment, considering that I enjoyed Marquez's Love in the Time of Cholera.

تفاجئت انها عجبتني للدرجة دي، توقعاتي إنها مش هتعجبني خفضت توقعاتي فـ خلتني أستمتع بيها

بعد تفكير لمدة كام ساعة، لا هي الرواية عظيمة يا جماعة. وآخر فصلين لوحدهم كفيلين يخلوا أي شيء عظيم.

ريفيو مصور:

https://youtu.be/ZLNbEQn_yGs

صد سال تنهایی شاهکارِ افتضاحِ قرن: روی رینگ با گابو


تنها راه لذت بردن از این کتاب: مشتِ سوپر ماریو
اگه کلی وقت‌تان بیهوده صرف این رمان شده، مشت‌ها را گره کرده و به سبک ماریو وارگاس یوسا نشانه بگیرید و بادمجانی بکارید زیر چشم گابو


برنده نوبل قصه گویی بی‌روح: سنیور گابو
تواز مادربزرگت قصه گفتن رو یاد گرفتی!!! باورکردنی نیست!!! مادربزرگا داستان‌های بد را هم خوب تعریف می‌کردن. اما تو یه داستان خوب رو به گا دادی آقای گابو


تنها راه علاج: همان مشت‌ها
گابو رو باید همیشه تو رینگ نگه می‌داشتن...شاید از ترسِ ناک اوت شدن هم شده کمی بهتر قصه می‌گفت...شاید دیگر از کسل شدگی و خواب رفتن عضلات مغزمان حین خواندن رمانش رنج نمی‌بردیم


لباس جدید پادشاه

زبان سرخ سر سبز بر باد می‌دهد...می‌دانم...اما نترسید...گابو پادشاه نیست که سرتان را به جلاد بسپارد...کمی اروپا زندگی کرده...معنای آزادی بیان رو می‌فهمد...احساس‌تان را بیان کنید...حتی اگر همه مسخره‌تان کنند و بگویند مگه کوری نمی‌بینی پادشاه لباس به تن دارد!!! حتی اگر بزرگترین شاهکارهای تاریخ یعنی مرگ قسطی و سفر به انتهای شب را بخوانی...میدانم خداسلین است...اما فحش‌بارانش کنید اگر دوستش ندارید

زنده باد کاتالونیا: مرگ بر دیکتاتور فرانکو


صد سال تنهايی...كتابي است كه در همان روز های اول چاپ در دنيا سر و صدای زيادی كرد...خيلي زود نسخه هايش تمام شد...پشت سر هم تجديد چاپ شد...چند سال قبل پادشاه اسپانیا، با هزینه خود(یا پول ملت) آن را تجدید چاپ کرد...کاش میشد جلوی چنین کارهای مضحکی رو گرفت...پادشاه و چهره‌ی روشنفکرانه گرفتن خیلی مسخره اس

من ندیم توام نه ندیم بادمجان: شوخی با گابو

گابو جان هرچقدر که از کتابت خوشم نیومد از تو خوشم میاد...حالا که ریغ رحمتو سرکشیدی...و مرده‌ها عزیزتر میشن... به سراغ کتابت خواهم رفت...و بدون شوخی اگه اینبار خوشم بیاد...قول میدم روی رینگ بذارم چند مشت بکوبی زیر چشمام

ارادتمند تو آگر. سلام منو به سلین برسون

قرأت هذا الكتاب بالطبعة الصادرة عن دار المدى، ترجمة وتحقيق صالح علماني، وهي ترجمة رائعة بدورها.

لمزيد من التفاصيل الكتاب متوفر في مكتبة النيل والفرات

http://www.neelwafurat.com/itempage.a...

وباختصار، مئة عام من العزلة ثروة أدبية تضاف لرصيد العالم.

مع الشكر.

What do you get when you combine a Colombian author (Gabo) with Magical realism, and an “Über” translator (Gregory Rabassa)? Nothing more than One Hundred years of Solitude!

Writing yet another lengthy review for this masterpiece would be superfluous. Literary Critics and GR reviewers said it all: “a cosmopolitan story, one that “could correct the path of the modern novel; unlike the succinct language of social realism, the prose of García Márquez was an “atmospheric purifier,” full of poetic and flamboyant language; contrary to the formal experiments of the nouveau roman, his novel returned to the narrative of imagination; the novel grew to have a texture of its own” (The Atlantic).

A novel of ephemeral truths, of time that cannot be recovered. Memories suspended in time - the crushing weight of so much past that coexists in one instance.

Perhaps the secret of good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude….

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أنا أؤمن في الإنسان و في قدراته العقلية و الإبداعية و أن العبقرية ليس لها سقف أو حدود, و لكن ..

أستطيع أن أعقد لكم الأيمان على أحد شيئين..


إما أن "ماركيز" ليس من البشر, بل هو ممسوس . يتلقى المساعدة _في كتاباته_ من ملك الجان شخصيا,, أو ربما كان يتلقاها من الجدات/الجنيات القديمات اللاوتي شهدن خلق الكون و يحفظن عن ظهر قلب ما سيؤول إليه حال الخليقة منذ أن أخرج الله البشر من ظهور آبائهم و أشهدهم على أنفسهم و أطلقهم في الأرض ليستعيدوا ذاكرة فقدوها.


أو أنه إنسـان مثلنا, يملك ما نملك و لا يزيد عنا يدا أو قدم بل فقط لديه من طول البال ما يسمح له بكتابة رواية عادية متسلسلة الأحداث غير متشابهة الأسماء أو متشابكة المواقف فيما يقرب من 500 صفحة , ثم يعـود و يحضر دفاتراً جديدة و يبدأ في نقل الأحداث _ التي كتبها سلفاً_ بصورة متداخلة حيث أنه على علمٍ بالنهايات و بتوالي الأحداث و ما ستؤول إليه النهايات.


نعم.. لابد أنه فعل ذلك.. فلا يعقل أن إنساناً مثلنا يستطيع أن يكتب بهذه العبقرية رواية متداخلة كل هذا التداخل و تتكون من 500 صفحة و تقع أحداثها في مئة عام و لا يوجد في شجرة العائلة إلا اسمين اثنين , أورليانو و خوسيه أركاديو


أما "صالح علماني" ,, فلابد أنه هو الآخر ممسوس و إلا فكيف تُفسرون قدرته على ترجمة هذا الجنون؟

اللعنــة على العبقرية التي ستسبب لنا _نحن القراء_ فقد العقول

قبل أن أقول رأيي في الكتاب... أقول لمن نصحني به: سامحك الله على هذ النصحية.. أضعت مالي ووقتي فيما لا يفيد....
ثم أتعجب من أولئك الذين أعجبهم الكتاب بحيث وضعوا له خمس نجمات... بل وإن منهم من يقول إن الكتاب غير حياته... لا أدري هل كان هذا الكتاب الوحيد الذي قرأوه في حياتهم؟ هل غابت عنهم عيون الأدب؟ لا أدري ماذا حل بالذوق الأدبي للقراء العرب...
ومن ثم أقول للمترجم... هداك الله.. ضيعت وقتك وأوقاتنا في غير فائدة.. المصيبة أنه يعلق على ترجمته للكتاب فيقول إن هذه الرواية من أجمل ما قرأ!
لا أدري ما هو سر ولع كتاب أمريكا اللاتينية بالغجر والكيمياء وتحويل المعادن إلى ذهب وحجر الفلاسفة (آه من حجر الفلاسفة) والعرب ...
عندما قرأت "الخيميائي" لباولو كويلو صدمت صدمة عنيفة به لكنني أكملته إلى آخره... وهذا الكتاب يشبهه إلى حد كبير جدا...
يتنقل بك الكاتب بين الأحداث كما يتنقل الطائر وهو ينقر الحب عن الأرض....
المفروض أن تشدك الرواية لقراءتها لكنني لم أستطع أن أتجاوز الصفحة 49 من الكتاب...إذ تخيلت نفسي وأنا أقرأه كمن يمشي حافيا على الحصى في ساعة القيظ...
يكاد يكون لجميع الرجال في الرواية الاسم ذاته وهو "خوزيه أركاديو" بحيث يضطر الكاتب إلى التفرقة بينهم بترقيمهم : خوزيه الأول والحفيد والابن والجد وهكذا...
بالمختصر المفيد.. الكتاب سيء جدا بكل المعايير ..ولا أنصح به أجدا خصوصا من يمتلك ذوقا رفيعا في الأدب ومن ينتقي ما يقرأه بعناية...
تشتت وضياع... إباحية...وعلاقات محرمة (سفاح) بين الأقارب... ومضيعة كبيرة للوقت...
الحياة قصيرة لتضيعها في قراءة كتاب سيء كهذا.....

Hmm, I finally read this after years of putting it off and I confess that I was a little underwhelmed.

Stylistically, I think it's quite beautiful. I love the way Marquez describes the setting and the time in question - it makes for an extremely quotable book. The imagery is woven in with the human interactions to create a sense of that so-called "magical realism" that extends beyond the explicitly supernatural:

n  “He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.”n

However, the story about the many generations of the Buenzia family is more than a little messy. Most of the time it reads like a random incoherent stream of events and only translates into greater meaning when you study the novel's symbolism.

I think the two major themes of this novel - repetition of history and the fine line between reality and the supernatural - are explored much better by books like Wuthering Heights. Which, while complex, doesn't give its readers a headache, but does include similar elements: the appearance of ghosts, multiple generations with similar names, history repeating itself, etc. I do understand that One Hundred Years of Solitude gives it a unique spin with particular regard to Latin American history, though.

My final point probably invites some insults to my intelligence, but here it is: I think this book is very easy to appreciate, and very difficult to like. It's fine, even important, for certain books to require extra effort from the reader, but I also kind of agree with Adam's comment: "I'll put it this way, I don't like this book for the same reason that I never took up smoking. If I have to force myself to like it, what's the point."

"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."

And so begins our journey into Macondo, as García Márquez's words walk us through seven generations of the Buendia family, where time has come to a standstill, and the fate of every character seems to be written with an ink of tragedy.

Gabriel García Márquez is a truly gifted storyteller, and his ability to find metaphors, to make fables out of the most mundane events in life with the charm of Scheherazade allows him a rare distinction of being one of the pioneers of magical realism.

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The book has a plot sewn together with metaphors and rhetoric representing the story of Latin America as a whole.

Insomnia plague

Rebeca brings a mysterious insomnia plague to Macondo, causing loss of memory and sleep. The people of Macondo entertained themselves by telling each other the same nonsensical stories in repetition and everything in households having to be labeled, representing a metaphor for the story of Latin America being a repetition of its past and its cure at the hands of the sage represented its return to history, moving out of isolation.

Incest

The Buendias are shown to have a tendency towards incest, while their family always suffers from the fear of punishment in the form of the birth of a monstrous child with a pig's tail.

Gender roles

Throughout the novel, the men instigate chaos while the women strive to maintain order, sometimes in vain. García Márquez calls this a representation of the Latin American machismo.

The Glass City

The glass city is an image that comes to José Arcadio Buendía in a dream. It is the reason for the location of the founding of Macondo, but it is also a symbol of the fate of Macondo.

Colors

Yellow and gold are two significant colors in Macondo's history. In Macondo, gold represents solitude and bad luck. When José Arcadio Buendía discovers the formula for turning metals into gold and shows his son the result of his experiment, he says it looks like dog shit.

"Yellow is lucky but gold isn’t, nor the color gold. I identify gold with shit. I’ve been rejecting shit since I was a child, so a psychoanalyst told me."

- Gabriel García Márquez in The Fragrance of the Guava by Plinio Apuleyo Mendoza

The Banana Massacre

The Banana massacre was a massacre of workers for the United Fruit Company that occurred between December 5 and 6, 1928 in the town of Ciénaga near Santa Marta, Colombia. The strike began on November 12, 1928, when the workers ceased to perform labor if the company did not reach an agreement with them to grant them dignified working conditions. A fictional version of the massacre is depicted in the novel.

The Flood

The story has a biblical period of rain and flood, quite similar to the tale of Noah.

Borges

Some of the themes in the novel are obviously inspired by the works of Jorge Luis Borges. The Garden of Forking Paths, The Library of Babel and many more Borges stories have similar themes of inevitable and inescapable repetition in fictitious realms.

Ah!

Has it really happened?

Is it really a novel?

It's one of those books which leave you with somewhat these kind of thoughts; it's a book which moves with every word. The novel deals with so many themes that it really hard to associate it with a few.

However, one thing is for sure that the novel leaves you spellbound with an 'almost out of the world experience'; and you want to experience it just one more time every time you experience it !!!

This book is one of the remarkable reads which get more meaningful, striking, mesmerizing watch at each time you reread it!

I don’t know how many times I read this one. But I know how it effected me, how it shaped me, how it blew my mind with its magical realism and 100 years long family story, taking my a very long journey of crowded, peculiar, one of kind characters : seven generations of Buendia Family you never wanted to forget!

The story starts with Jose Arciado and his wife/ his cousin Ursula Iguaran’s leaving Columbia because of traumatic incident Jose involves in ( he killed a man during cockfighting), founding their own Macando: the city of mirrors he saw in his dreams.

For hundred years, seven generations live in this utopian place and they face so many unnatural events which truly determine their lives and the fates they cannot get away.
This is magnetic, lyrical, extraordinary novel I very very highly recommend!

Here are my favorite quotes:
“There is always something left to love.”

“He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.”

“They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation “

“…and both of them remained floating in an empty universe where the only everyday & eternal reality was love...”

“because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.”

“Pietro Crespi took the sewing basket from her lap and he told her, “We’ll get married next month.” Amaranta did not tremble at the contact with his icy hands. She withdrew hers like a timid little animal and went back to her work. “Don’t be simple, Crespi.” She smiled. “I wouldn’t marry you even if I were dead.”

“Alone, abandoned by his premonitions, fleeing the chill that was to accompany him until death, he sought a last refuge in Macondo in the warmth of his oldest memories. ”

“Death really did not matter to him but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear but of nostalgia.”

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Your quest for one of the best books ever published will end here. The story of the Buendia family is narrated in one of the best ways we have ever seen by Márquez. The magical realism in it is simply spectacular and is the best I have seen in any book.
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