“Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
Today another literature master left our weary world behind him. Marquez was a profoundly influential Colombian author and journalist famous for his novels One Hundred Years of Solitude, and Love in a Time of Cholera. His themes often encapsulated human solitude and states of love, and have become timeless reminders of desire and hope through the 50-years of his career.
For me, Marquez is an important role model in cultural writing styles. He famously stated that he approached each book a different way, relaying on the shifts in the story to dictate his narrative rather than a given format. As such he works can be rooted together only in a few key narrative choices. Marquez encouraged participation in his readers, drawing them with a lack of detail and off-screen events, forcing them to use their own perceptions and bring themselves to a conclusion.
In 1982 Marquez was the first Colombian to win the coveted Nobel Prize for Literature, an honour he attributed to all the great artists of his homeland.
It’s always sad to know that words become echoes of the people who wrote them, to acknowledge a life has faded out from beyond them, and will now remain behind the great works as oppose to around them. I read Love in the Time of Cholera and was taken by its themes of desire and endless devotion. The love he spoke of in his works tells of a person of great understanding about the nature of people, and that there will be no more stories created by such a unique writer is sad to conceive of.
Farewell Mr Marquez. Rest well.