It felt like it took a hundred years to read this book and I can’t say I enjoyed the endeavour because, well, it truly felt like one. However, months later, I still recall the beautiful imagery. Márquez weaves a creation myth of a fictional town, Macondo. It’s the setting for the rise and fall of the Buendía family who have waaay too many males named José. But the names are superseded by the honour, lust, alchemy, war, mental unhinging, insomnia, greed, bitterness, supernatural, love, and almighty nature.
Gwenamon says: A pleasing after-taste