Discovering the Relevance of Words
March 6, 1927 – April 17, 2014
For some reason I didn’t read One Hundred Years of Solitude until my sophomore year of college. I was taking a class on Magical Realism, and I had sort of scoffed at it because I thought that Magical Realism was just another form of Fantasy Fiction. I was definitely not a fan of fantasy, but my professor, Darlene Pagan, urged me to keep an open mind. I’m very glad that I did.
I devoured the work of Marquez, and fell for his words, his obvious passion for love, for beauty, and for his insightful understanding of human nature. Reading through “A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings” was a game changer. It was the first piece I read where I understood that this world of Magical Realism wasn’t fantasy; it simply was, and I could feel myself as part of it. There was an aching to notice others for what they were, and move away from my adolescent world of judgement. There was such truth in his words. Such a longing for his readers to learn a sense of compassion.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez will be missed, but luckily, we have his words. And our children, and their children, will also have his words, and for that, I am thankful.