Quick Thought On Novels
This review of a new novel by Gabriel Garcia Marquez ends with a line that gives further support to my feelings about Modern Literature. Peter Grier concludes:
"This spare book is thus an examination of the nature of complicity and fate, and of how a searing event can alter many lives over time. It is not nearly as wild and mysterious as ''One Hundred Years of Solitude,'' or as experimental as Garcia Marquez's other novel, ''The Autumn of the Patriarch.'' It is probably not a major work at all. Yet it is an exquisite performance, for its evocation of a frontier village ethos if nothing else. It makes novels about midlife crisis and divorce in Manhattan seem like whining, not writing."
I'll have to have a look. Though I know less about South American frontier villages than I know about midlife crises and divorce in Manhattan....
"This spare book is thus an examination of the nature of complicity and fate, and of how a searing event can alter many lives over time. It is not nearly as wild and mysterious as ''One Hundred Years of Solitude,'' or as experimental as Garcia Marquez's other novel, ''The Autumn of the Patriarch.'' It is probably not a major work at all. Yet it is an exquisite performance, for its evocation of a frontier village ethos if nothing else. It makes novels about midlife crisis and divorce in Manhattan seem like whining, not writing."
I'll have to have a look. Though I know less about South American frontier villages than I know about midlife crises and divorce in Manhattan....