Books stuff

Took a break of Hemingway and finished Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Soiltude and Murakami’s Kafka On the Shore. 

The amazing thing about ‘One Hundred…’ was that inspite of the amount of magic and fantasy involved, everything is so damn believable. And the character of Jose Arcadio Buendia was so attractive somehow. Even though the theme the same theme of the genius in pursuit of proof is repeated with most of the other male members of the Buendia line, none of the others are so compelling as the patriarch. I was about talk about Ursula, but that’s the whole point of the novel. These characters who are much more than just a part of the whole even if it does appear so at first glance.

Right from the hopeful beginning of Maconda to its desolate end, without describing the place itself, Marquez paints such lively landscapes with his characters that you learn to understand the place even if you can never learn to love it.

And Murakami was intense. Gripping. And I’m think I’m gonna need one more read to get the answer the questions, but the themes are so delicate and subtle that you might miss them if you aren’t careful enough.