“Be calm. God awaits you at the door.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
“Love in the time of Cholera” was a book that was written so vividly that it made me feel as if I was living with the characters. I litterally saw each scene in my mind. That’s one of the indicators that you’re experiencing a good book, you’ve been transported to another time and another place.
For the past three weeks I found myself searching for Gabriel García Márquez’s “Chronicle of a Death Foretold”, aiming to find it in a bookstore and not just order it online. I wanted to experience the old feeling of searching high and low for a book in multiple bookstores, perusing shelves, eventually finding and then holding it my hands… that’s the book I chose for the adventure.
When the alert of Marquez’s death came across my iphone today and after the quiet shock subsided (I know he was 87 but for some reason I was still surprised) I thought how fitting that I chose that book, with that name, with that author who wrote of the illusion of time so eloquently. And just like Chinua Achebe‘s death, it felt like a distant uncle died…feeling strangely connected to him because of his work.
Thank you for your work Sir. Like so many around the word, who may not share the same language but were connected due to your amazing work, I honor your life.