Wednesday 13 January 2021

... that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice... (1981)


At that time Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of the river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point.

One Hundred Years of Solitude.

HERE is a wonderful interview with Gabriel García Márquez in The Paris Review from 1981.