Based on the analysis, Marquez is a prolific and great writer. Gabriel-Garcia Marquez hails from Columbia who won Nobel Prize for Literature on 1982. His first novel, “Withering Leaves” ¬¬¬¬¬was written at the age of 19. He promotes Columbian tales in his works in an allegorical and mythical level. He is best remembered for his novel, “One Hundred Years of Solitude” and “Love in the Time of Cholera” which received worldwide critical acclaim. The story below shows his unsurpassing skill in writing that brings out a different side of portraying a character in a story.
The author celebrates all sorts of love, without
privileging any particular kind. He calls the brothel,
“a museum of love,” where the clients leave
behind their belongings. Married love has its own
special flavor. Although Fermina has been
unhappy in her marriage, she wishes that as her
husband dies, he would know how much she had
loved him. She wishes they could start over again
and say what has been left unsaid. The city is also
in decay. It is a stagnant tropical port at the turn of
the century, with its crumbling old monuments that
look back to colonial times.
Delving into the story and movie, I found out that in the perspective of time, we don’t automatically love a person. Even when we are born, we don’t develop sacrificial love until we are 18, 20, 22, 24, 28, 30 and so forth. We learn love because of time spent and activities shared with them as well as the sacrifices we have for one another.
In a similar vein, choosing and loving a person equates serving him/her. It means accepting whole-heartedly the plusses and minuses of one’s personality without entering martyrdom. It also means strengthening one’s assets and standing up to one’s bad attitude and correcting them for God’s glory.
It is stronger than imperfections, stronger than flaws and stronger than weaknesses. It can go beyond the limits placed upon loving because it is changeless and endless. Let our love for them have its chain reaction and go on forever and ever.
Another thing to see on the novel is how he writes on an allegorical level.
The constant image of death gives the narrative
an apocalyptic tone underneath the romance. There
is death from cholera, death from war, death from
old age, suicide, and revenge. Dead bodies of animals
and people float in the river and bay: “a storm of
carnivorous mosquitoes rose out of the swamps,
and a tender breath of human shit, warm and sad,
stirred the certainty of death in the depths of one’s soul.”
This led me to the realization that our love should be like a candle…. a candle will continue burning as long as it lives. Let us say, ‘there was no other person before my beloved and there won’t be any other person after him/her. Cognizant of the fact that this statement sound so idealistic and poetic, true love can be unstoppable. It is when we die, someone will hold our hands firmly until our last breath….