It is the only book that I consider essential, even if you only begin it. Legend says that within it, you can see the solitude in which you live.

It is the pinnacle of magic realism, but I believe in it more than in any "Bible".

one hundred years of boredom and pure hell.

An incredible Classic that you will never forget once you have completed this amazing book. Magical Realism is not something I would particularly choose to read, but because this is first of it’s kind, I wanted to venture down the road to history to see the little village of Macondo.

I’m glad this book included a family tree at the beginning as it was a useful reference point to find my way through the maze of the first few Chapters.

There are 22 different Aurelianos!!…….Alas, don’t worry it’s not as difficult as you may think.

The writing and descriptions of the Characters, Personalities, Places and Imagination is just so spell binding. The language is richer than a Euro Millions lottery winner and you will be reading in awe as your jaw scrapes along the concrete floor disturbing the ants.

The family story spans over 100 years and the amount of detail that is crammed into this given Century, is like a suitcase you need to reopen at the Airport desk to get through Customs.

There is a reason why certain books are deemed as Classics and I’m glad I’m venturing into this genre from time to time.

Salman Rushdie did quote “The greatest novel in any language of the last fifty years’.

Who am I to argue? I’m just little book reader minding my own business.

I’d love to buy a raffle ticket to win a pig.

Mă tem că multă lume a rămas cu impresia că „realismul magic” e invenția lui Gabriel García Márquez. Ce-i drept, ecoul imens al romanului publicat în 1967 a impus sintagma și a făcut să curgă valuri de cerneală pe tema „realismului magic”.

Dar expresia e străveche, a fost folosită mai întîi în legătură cu pictura. Încă din anii 40 ai secolului trecut, în America latină, unii prozatori au amestecat gesturile „magice” (levitația gospodinelor etc.) și evenimentele reale într-un text care nu era nici fantastic, nici realist. Mă gîndesc, în primul rînd, la Miguel Ángel Asturias și Alejo Carpentier. Într-un interviu din 1967 (an în care a primit premiul Nobel), Miguel Ángel Asturias pretindea că el a fost cel dintîi realist magic. Se lăuda degeaba. Ca în majoritatea cazurilor, inventatorii sînt mai mulți. Și toți au convingerea că sînt singuri...

Romanul lui Márquez pornește, se pare, de la un incident din copilăria autorului. Bunicul lui a fost insultat sistematic de un individ și, pierzîndu-și răbdarea, l-a împușcat. Toată lumea din sat i-a dat dreptate, inclusiv familia răposatului. Cu toate acestea, căința l-a constrîns să părăsească satul și a mers în altă parte, unde a întemeiat o așezare. Îi spunea adesea nepotului: „Tu nu știi cît te apasă pe cuget un mort”.

Recitind de curînd Un veac de singurătate, am observat că multe situații se repetă (replici, gesturi, nume proprii etc.). Asta m-a dus cu gîndul la un fragment din Scriptură, care conține deviza - de mai tîrziu - a lui Giordano Bruno: Nihil sub sole novi.

Așa încît romanul lui Gabriel García Márquez poate fi citit și ca o ilustrare narativă, realizată de un scriitor extraordinar, a unui verset ilustru din Ecclesiast, 1: 9: „Ce a fost va mai fi, iar ce s-a făcut se va mai face! Nu este nimic nou sub soare!”. În fond, aceasta e și concluzia prorociței Pilar Ternera, culcată în balansoarul ei de liane: „Un secol de dat în cărţi şi de experienţă o învăţase că istoria familiei nu era decît un angrenaj de repetiţii inevitabile, o roată turnantă care ar fi continuat să se învîrtească în veci, dacă n-ar fi fost uzura progresivă şi iremediabilă a osiei ei” (p.347). Pilar rămîne în familia Buendía, neclintită ca un turn, citind în cărți viitorul, iar dacă este nevoie (cînd Macondo e vizitat de morbul insomniei), trecutul. Prezicerile ei se adeveresc fără greș și oferă locuitorilor din Macondo o realitate mai blîndă...

Inventivitatea metaforică a lui Márquez este cu adevărat prodigioasă.

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

أنا بقرأ الرواية دي من قبل ما ابطل قراءة السنة دي.
و الحقيقة انا عملت أخطاء بشعة في قراءة رواية كبيرة زي دي بالذات اني حاولت ارجع للقراءة اكثر من مرة و قرأت منها اجزاء و سبتها.
أولًا الترجمة بالرغم من شهادة صديقي الأستاذ أحمد ان ترجمات سليمان العطار من أفضل الترجمات لأنه بيترجم بروية و بياخد وقته في الترجمة و بيترجم لوحده علي عكس أغلب ترجمات صالح علماني اللي هي ترجمات مكاتب ترجمة و الجودة بتختلف من جزء لجزء في نفس الكتاب.
الا اني برضه كنت بحاول الاقي اي أخطاء في الترجمة دي بسبب شك بعضهم في ترجمات سليمان العطار و ملقتش أي أخطاء مفيش اي حاجة مش واضحة، مفيش اي جزئية مش واضحة هي بتتكلم عن مين ، في رواية أغلب اللي فيها اسمهم أوريليانو أو خوسيه أركاديو انا كنت عارف في كل مرة من المقصود، مش بس كده ده انا كمان قرأتها يعتبر علي فترتين تقطتعهم فترة قصيرة، و مع ذلك عرفت دايمًا أرجعلها و أندمج في أحداثها و بشكل ما كنت فاكر أغلب الأحداث اللي قرأتها.
ثانيًا الريفيو لو ماركيز كتب الرواية دي بس و مكتبش اي حاجة تانية بعدها فهو يستحق عليها نوبل، دي تاني رواية واقعية سحرية تكتب في التاريخ يعتبر، بل قراءة الرواية دي بتدي رؤية أوضح للواقعية السحرية كمدرسة و ازاي تكتب بنفس الطريقة عن رواية بدرو بارامو لخوان رولفو بكثير، مع اني مش عارف الحقيقة هل لو بدأت بمائة عام من العزلة علي عكس بدايتي ببدرو بارامو كنت هعرف اندمج بها بنفس الشكل؟ لاني اتذكر ان بدرو بارامو كانت صعبة بالنسبة ليا بس يمكن لانها اول تجربة مع هذه المدرسة.
انا مش عارف ماركيز كتب الرواية دي علي مدار كام سنة و راجعها كام مرة، مع اني اعتقد إن أغلب الروائيين لا يراجعوا ما كتبوه بل بيكون معاهم حد بيراجع وراهم الأخطاء الإملائية، فتخيل معايا رواية 470 صفحة من القطع المتوسط، الكاتب متذكر أحداث صغيرة لحد آخر خمس صفحات في الرواية و بيدخلهم في سرده.
هنسيب فكرة ان الرواية مؤسسة للواقعية السحرية و هنسيب قدرة ماركيز في انه يخلي الرواية كلها كيان واحد بانه دايمًا فاكر أدق التفاصيل و كل الشخصيات اللي كتبها في الرواية مع انهم كثير جدًا، و استمراره في استخدامهم لحد آخر صفحة.
القصة 470 صفحة مسلية جدًا، مفيش لحظة ملل حكايات تتبعها حكايات تتبعها حكايات سرد متصل لا ينقطع، وجود الفواصل في الرواية ده رحمة بينا احنا، لكن دي رواية فعلًا مفيش فيها فترات انقطاع خالص، حتي لما بيقفز الأحداث ببعض الأيام لموت أحدهم بيرجع يحكي تاني عن أشخاص تانية لحد ما يوصل لحدث الموت ده و يقولك هما عملوا ايه وقت ما فلان مات.
آخر 300 صفحة تقريبًا من الرواية كانوا كلهم موت، بس في نفس الوقت كان فيهم حياة و كان فيهم استمرارية بس كان واضح دايمًا انها استمرارية في طريقها الي الزوال، اننا في وقت ما هينتهي الرواية بموت كل عائلة أورسولا و خوسيه أركاديو، بس النهاية مع انها كانت بنهاية العائلة الا انها تعتبر نهاية قرية ماكوندو زمان.
كنت بسأل نفسي طول الرواية مين اللي عايش مائة عام من العزلة هل هي العائلة اللي احنا بننتبع سيرتها، ولا القرية بذات نفسها.
و حتي بعد ما وصلوا قضبان القطار للقرية فضلت أسأل نفسي نفس السؤال لأن القرية ببساطة شديدة لم تتغير و فضلت منعزله علي نفسها.
و مش كل الناس غادروا القرية للرجوع لأوطانهم فيه ناس فضلت انها تموت في القرية حتي بعد موت أعمالهم.
الوصف كان خرافي، تخيل لما كاتب يوصف ست جميلة أي حد يشوفها بيفتتن بيها و تحس كانك شايفها و تعجبك كل تفاصيلها و انت كمان تفتتن بيها  بس هي بتموت و بتصعد للسماء في مشهد رائع، ده أكثر موت كنت ساخط عليه في الرواية، انا كنت عايز نحكي عن ريميديوس الجميلة 500 صفحة، الحقيقة لو فاكر بالظبط هي كانت في الصفحة الكام كنت رحت قرأت وصفها تاني.
أوريليانو الثاني بقي كان برنس الرواية الحقيقة واحد غني و بيزيد غني و قاعد ياكل و عايش في ملذات بس ، بس زي كل رجال الرواية لما بيبقي فيه أزمة بيبقوا قدها و ده اللي حصل لما خسر ثروته بسبب السيول قدر يجيب فلوس يأكل بيها بيته و يسفر ولاده يدرسوا.
أمارنتا دي عقربة الرواية مش هنتكلم عنها
الكولونيل أوريليانو بوين ديا بشكل ما كان شايل الرواية برضه لفترة كبيرة بحروبه و الإشاعات اللي بتطلع عنه من كل حته و هروبه من الموت أكثر من مرة.
صوفيا قديسة الرحمة جديرة جدًا باسمها هي كانت قبس من الرحمة في بيت أورسولا بتهتم بالجميع.
فرناندا محبتهاش خالص برضه الحقيقة هي بالنسبة ليا مكنتش شاطرة غير في التزمر و التشدد اللي لا يوجد منه فائدة ترجي.
أمارنتا أورسولا عسل حبيتها جدًا و حبيت علاقتها بأوريليانو جدًا و كنت عارف بلا شك قبل ما يتصلوا ببعض انهم قرايب محرمين بس مكنتش متذكر بالظبط في النقطة دي ايه صلة القرابة
حبيت برضه أوريليانو اللي قبل الأخير جدًا حسيته شبهي جدًا في عزلتي و حبه للكتب.
زعلت جدًا علي أوريليانو الأخير البيبي اللي نمل أكله
خوسيه أركاديو اللي كان المفروض انه بيتعلم في روما و ساب تعليمه اول ما وصل ده ابعدوه عني بدل ما اقتله تاني بشع زي امه
حبيت بيلار تيرنيرا و الأكثر منها حبيت بيترا كوتيس جدًا بالذات لحركة الجدعنه الغبية اللي عملتها في الآخر انها جوعت نفسها عشان تأكل أهل أوريليانو الثاني عشيقها.
و القنبلة بقي الأخيرة انا لسه مقتنع ان ربيكا هي اللي قتلت خوسيه أركاديو جوزها، وصف المشهد و تركه كلغز لم يعد الكاتب له ابدًا مخليني فعلًا مقتنع ان هي اللي قتلته، و هو لغز لاننا مش لاقيين دافع حقيقي، بس خوسيه اركاديو كان معروف بعلاقاته المتعدده بالنساء اللي بطلها لما اتجوز فهل عاد لهذه العلاقات، ولا هل هي قتلته من كثر ما كانت خايفه انه يرجع للعلاقات دي تاني اول ما تضيق بهم الاحوال و الفلوس، اللي مستغربله اكثر ان معرفش الحقيقة قراء قرأوا نفس الجزئية و وصلوا لنفس الاستنتاج و ده غريب جدًا لأن مباشرةًا قبل قتل خوسيه أركاديو بالنار، ماركيز وصف انها كانت ماهرة في التصويب و انها بتعرف تضرب نار.

"It was the last that remained of a past whose annihilation had not taken place because it was still in a process of annihilation, consuming itself from within, ending at every moment but never ending its ending."

After reading the 'Harry Potter' books which literally blew my mind away, I thought that nothing, no fictional creation, could top that magical world of witchcraft and wizardry, the mighty world that Rowling created... but , BOY WAS I WRONG!!
'One Hundred Years of Solitude' is one of the true wonders of modern literature.
Just as the mighty José Arcadio Buendía was fascinated by the tricks and inventions of the gypsies, so was I with the magical language of Gabriel García Márquez.
Now, having finished this extraordinary book, and sitting here to write a review that will do justice to this book, that will succeed to reveal even a fraction of my overflowing love for the wonderful, mysterious and incredibly alive town 'Macondo' and the race that was condemned to one hundred years of solitude, I find myself being eluded by the right words to say what I want to say about this book, just like the feelings of nostalgia eluded the colonel.
I find myself surrounded by the incredible images, memories, voices, and feelings of Macondo, like the yellow butterflies of Mauricio Babilonia. My heart is filled to the brim with the complete and uncompromised history of a race that began with the legendary José Arcadio Buendía and his mighty better half Úrsula Iguaran, which continued in an extraordinary flow of solitude, lucidity, clairvoyance, nostalgia, and an overwhelming repitition of the impeccable fate, which continued with the colonel who fought 32 civil wars, with his brother who had been around the world sixty-five times, their irrepeatable epic saga of a century of solitude... and for the first time in my life I came to appreciate and understand a term I have heard over and over again and wondered about- Magical Realism! I just experienced it!
With amazing wit and lucidity, incredibly intricate and alive details, and an unmatched imagination, Márquez is the dream come true author in my opinion.
To sum up my thoughts about this book- MAGIC! 450 pages of pure magic.
If you haven't read it, I recommend with my whole heart that you read it as soon as possible.

“There is always something left to love.”

The multi-generational story of the Buendía family, whose patriarch, José Arcadio Buendía, founded the town of Macondo, a fictitious town in the country of Colombia.

I have been hesitant about writing this review as I will never be able to do this book justice - it is simply that incredible. So, please bear with my fangirling and inability to put into words how truly magical, beautiful, breathtaking and heartbreaking One Hundred Years of Solitude is.

The movement of the story over one hundred years is mesmerising. New characters are constantly being introduced as the family expands, which can be overwhelming at times, but if you have a family tree and give the book the undivided attention it deserves, the pay off is worth it. This is not one to be picked up on a whim, you need to be in the mood to peel back the layers of the Buendía family.

And a multitude of layers there are! Crazy things are constantly happening - civil wars, uprisings, hauntings, a little familial incest... This is truly a book to reread and revisit many times, as there are such a vast amount of details and events that it is impossible to remember them all.

The writing itself is unbelievable. If I was one to highlight sections of books that I loved, this entire book would be bright pink (my fave highlighter shade)! This novel reminded me in many ways of East of Eden, another all-time favourite, in the sense that history constantly repeats itself - families are sometimes doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over.

Yet I would not freely recommend it to everyone. You’ll either love it... or want to bang your head off a wall. I can’t predict which camp anyone would fall into, all I can say is give it a chance if it sounds like a book you’d enjoy!

Thanks for the amazing buddy read @cemetery.of.forgotten.books - I am now obsessed. 5 stars.

More like A Hundred Years of Torture. I read this partly in a misguided attempt to expand my literary horizons and partly because my uncle was a big fan of Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Then again, he also used to re-read Ulysses for fun, which just goes to show that you should never take book advice from someone whose IQ is more than 30 points higher than your own.

I have patience for a lot of excesses, like verbiage and chocolate, but not for 5000 pages featuring three generations of people with the same names. I finally tore out the family tree at the beginning of the book and used it as a bookmark! To be fair, the book isn’t actually 5000 pages, but also to be fair, the endlessly interwoven stories of bizarre exploits and fantastical phenomena make it seem like it is. The whole time I read it I thought, “This must be what it’s like to be stoned.” Well, actually most of the time I was just trying to keep the characters straight. The rest of the time I was wondering if I was the victim of odorless paint fumes. However, I think I was simply the victim of Marquez’s brand of magical realism, which I can take in short stories but find a bit much to swallow in a long novel. Again, to be fair, this novel is lauded and loved by many, and I can sort of see why. A shimmering panoramic of a village’s history would appeal to those who enjoy tragicomedy laced heavily with fantasy. It’s just way too heavily laced for me.

n  n
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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welcome to...ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF AUGUSTUDE!

while logically i know that is far from my best month / title pun, and is also actually among the worst, and in point of fact that's even worse than it sounds because my puns have never been good...

i like it. and that's that.

we are back for another exciting round of Project Long Classics, in which elle and i find it within our cowardly hearts to brave long books from old times only by dividing them up into teeny-tiny chunks for four entire weeks.

if it works, it works.

i have been putting off reading this for a long time, and i am still very scared, but i do have this joke to get off: one hundred years of solitude? sounds like quarantine, am i right?

buh dum ch!

okay. i'm ready to get started.

we're also reading this for our book club -
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let's go.

DAY 1: PAGES 1-15
it's august 3, i won't lie to you. i could never. my nose would grow. pinocchio was based on a true story from the future about a human woman who writes book reviews.

okay, i'm procrastinating. i'm scared and i have to read 50 pages today!!! sue me!

all right. couple of things: this is beautiful; i have a used copy, acquired at an unknown time but probably 5+ years ago, and it smells good as hell; i'm not catching up today.


DAY 2: PAGES 16-30
okay. honesty hour: it's day 7, and i'm 15 pages into this book. folks...i am SLUMPED. (also i've been busy and i have trouble prioritizing these projects NOTORIOUSLY when i'm busy, but who cares about that part.)

anyway, i've decided i'm ignoring it in order to indulge in my favorite way to spend a sunday: bringing 5-10 books in bed with me and alternating chapters all day, absolutely refusing to so much as make eye contact with another human being. so hopefully we catch up!


DAY 3: PAGES 31-45
okay...dare i say...i'm starting to have fun with this.

i'm definitely liking it more than a good number of the collected stories, i'll say that much.


DAY 4: PAGES 46-60
so far this is giving very much no plot just vibes, and i can't say i'm not into it. and it's a collected stories crossover episode!


DAY 5: PAGES 61-75
the drama!!! sheesh. although you have to respect a classic that just comes right out and admits that nothing in life is more interesting or important than love and sex.

most old books are always pretending it's something boring, like politics, or accounting, or blood feuds.


DAY 6: PAGES 76-90
maybe it's just me, but personally if i were selecting a wife out of everybody i knew, i'd probably pick someone who wasn't still literally wetting the bed. genuinely. not metaphorically.

but that's just my pref.


DAY 7: PAGES 91-105
caught up!!! in our third consecutive hour of reading!!! alternating with 6 other books!!! is there nothing a project cannot do!!!

there is just...so much going on here.


DAY 8: PAGES 106-120
pretty badass behavior happening here...i love it when women


DAY 9: PAGES 121-135 i took major advantage of the included family tree today, i'll say that. hoo boy.


DAY 10: PAGES 136-150
this is like. Intense to read. it never gets natural or easy in the way that most books do, even really old timey ones of major significance.

but it is so damn good.


DAY 11: PAGES 151-165
a lot of these fellas up to no damn good...


DAY 12: PAGES 166-180
did anyone else notice that i accidentally started numbering the days in decreasing order. (now fixed.)

how did that happen?! am i being pranked?? if someone hacked my account, please go to my messages and see how funny it is when men send desperate DMs to faceless book reviewers. i don't wanna be alone in the humor anymore.

anyway. amaranta pulls.


DAY 13: PAGES 181-195
another weekend, another two days i accidentally took off from reading in their entirety.

this is the first time that my 15 page intervals have actually lined up with a chapter. this is the height of luxury!!


DAY 14: PAGES 196-210
this is such a fever-dream way to read a fever-dream book - cut up into senseless little chunks like this. it's already such a discombobulated and nonlinear read, and absolutely refusing to acknowledge chapters or page breaks of any kind is insane!

but fun.


DAY 15: PAGES 211-225
all the women in this book slay...they are very sexualized but also very badass. it's very fun to read about.

caught up!


DAY 16: PAGES 226-240
HOW is ursula still alive. we're on, like, our 8th aureliano.


DAY 17: PAGES 241-255
imagine being so hot it kills literally any man who doesn't leave you alone...

goals.


DAY 18: PAGES 256-270
make that like. 25 aurelianos.

back to 8 again.


DAY 19: PAGES 271-285
URSULA!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU DON'T GO!!!!!!!

i know you're like 200 years old and i just took you for granted like 3 days ago. but still.


DAY 20: PAGES 286-300
since my mourning cry for ursula, multiple people have died but she is not among them?? what a rollercoaster of emotions.

there is a girl whose name is truly Meme in this and she is just as wonderful as her name would indicate. anyway generally the women in this remain discernible and one of a kind and interesting through this whole crazy book, while the men continue to bore me and be absolutely impossible to keep straight.


DAY 21: PAGES 301-315
folks, we're behind again.

because even when my weekends are extremely lazy (read: indoors and conducted in solitude, as is my wont), and even when my weeks consist of little to no reading, something in my soul says that i should take at LEAST one saturday or sunday off entirely.

i can't help it.


DAY 22: PAGES 316-330
there are like 200 characters in this book and 196 of them have been publicly executed.


DAY 23: PAGES 331-345
ursula somehow still alive and kicking. i love when magical realism is just like..."it rained for four years straight and this woman is like 180 years old."


DAY 24: PAGES 346-360
under 100 pages to go and i feel confident stating there will never be a plot! and for that reason i have to stan.

i cannot keep these men straight for even one second and yet i could summarize each female character in a paragraph by first name alone. it's the misandrist in me. also the fact that every man has one of two names. but still.


DAY 25: PAGES 361-375
aaaand it's an almost-no-paragraph-breaks day. of course. on a morning when my entire operating system feels like it's been replaced by a rube goldberg machine, which i just almost called a lou gehrig's machine.

did i say morning? it's 12:48 p.m.

onward and upward. anyway. intense chapter!


DAY 26: PAGES 376-390
how does a book with no plot conclude? not sure. seems like a lot of death but that's also par for the course for the most part.


DAY 27: PAGES 391-405
goddamn this is one cursed family.


DAY 28: PAGES 406-420
seems pretty late to be introducing new major characters but what do i know! this book plays by its own rules.


DAY 29: PAGES 421-435
the penultimate day! and we've reached the Sweeping Statements About Love And Decline And Meaning section. i'll miss reading this book but i'm so excited to see how it concludes.


DAY 30: PAGES 436-448
whoa.


OVERALL
this book is wild, lovely, and weird, conveying in a completely unique way themes about family and time and suffering and love. i can't decide whether reading it in arbitrary doses over a month is the best or worst way to do so, but i had a good time!
rating: 3.5

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31.03.2019