Sunday 11 May 2014

Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Gabriel Garcia Marquezan author best known for his epic novels, 100 Years of Solitude and Love in the Time of Cholera, passed away last month, on April 17th.  He was the fourth Latin American and first Columbian to ever win the Nobel Prize (1982). Upon his death, Juan Manuel Santos, the President of Columbia, described him as the "the greatest Colombian who ever lived".

Garcia Marquez was raised by his maternal grandparents, whose lives deeply influenced his fictions.  His Grandfather, Colonel Nicolas Ricardo Marquez Mejia,was a highly respected Columbian liberal who enchanted his grandson with heroic tales of revolutionaries and set the tone for the socialist and anti-imperialistic views that would later be expressed through his most important works.  His grandmother, also a storyteller, “treated the extraordinary as something perfectly natural” tellingghost stories with deadpan seriousness that would also influence both his unique form of magic realism and his narrative voice.

Though he began his career as a journalist, his passion for the stream-of-consciousness techniques of Joyce and especially Virginia Woolf inspired his first attempt at fiction, a novella entitled “The Leaf Storm” about a child’s first experience of death.  This novella takes place during a half hour in a single room and the author claims that, through writing it, he knew that nothing would stop him from trying to become “the best writer in the world.”  He wrote “The Leaf Storm in 1953, but it would be 14 years (1967) and five books later before he’d see his first royalty check.

From Ernest Hemingway he learned to “stop intellectualizing”—a common tendency he believed ruins young writers.  He learned to “write for his friends” and always had a friend in mind—and concern about what the friend would think—when producing his work.

But most important to his vision as an author was William Faulkner, whose sense of history and the importance of the regional, along with his narrative technique, is most evident in the novels that brought himpopular and critical success:  100 Years of Solitude(1967) and Love in the Time of Cholera (1985).  Both novels are stories taken directly from his childhood with his grandparents.  Love in the Time of Cholera is based on his grandparents’ love affair and 100 Years of Solitudeon the greater community in which he grew up. The latter novel sold 30,000,000 copies and solidly affirmed his literary stature.

With literary success he left his native Columbia to livein Barcelona for several years before settling in Mexico City. The theme of solitude pervades his writing, which became more and more concerned with the “solitude of power” as he explored the nature of dictatorship (controversially, he counted among his friends, Fidel Castro and Mario Vargas Llosa) in Autumn of the Patriarch (1975) and several of his short-stories.



Often considered the “father of magic realism”—he argued that there was nothing “magical” about his fictions but that they revealed a “psychological suppleness”.  His stories belong to a non-dual, post-quantum world wherein inner and outer experience are part of one field and the observer has the power to influence reality. As such, he leaves out important story details so that his reader must actively participate in the construction of his stories. He claimed that Europeans could see “magic” in his work but could not see the realities of which he spoke because “their rationalism prevents them from seeing that reality isn’t limited to the price of tomatoes and eggs.”

Afflicted with lymphoma in 1999, he began writing memoirs which would later become Living to Tell the Tale (2002) and a final novel Memories of my Melancholy Whores. He was diagnosed with dementia in 2012 and died of pneumonia at the age of 87.

Novels[edit]
In Evil Hour (1962)
One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967)
The Autumn of the Patriarch (1975)
Love in the Time of Cholera (1985)
The General in His Labyrinth (1989)
Of Love and Other Demons (1994)
Novellas[edit]
Leaf Storm (1955)
No One Writes to the Colonel (1961)
Chronicle of a Death Foretold (1981)
Memories of My Melancholy Whores (2004)
Short story collections[edit]
Eyes of a Blue Dog (1947)
Big Mama's Funeral (1962)
The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Erendira and Her Heartless Grandmother (1978)
Collected Stories (1984)
Strange Pilgrims (1993)
Non-fiction[edit]
The Story of a Shipwrecked Sailor (1970)
The Solitude of Latin America (1982)
The Fragrance of Guava (1982, with Plinio Apuleyo Mendoza)
Clandestine in Chile (1986)
News of a Kidnapping (1996)
A Country for Children (1998)

Living to Tell the Tale (2002)








Most of the detail for this article comes from the Paris Review interview of the author by Peter Stone, Art of Fiction Issue, Vol. 82, Winter 1981.

Monday 5 May 2014

Nightdreaming

I believed you were my moon,
that you’d spend every single night with me
for the rest of my fleeting existence,
that your light would gently caress my cheek
wipe away my sorrow,
that you'd make my skin gleam
while you engulfed my sleeping figure
it turns out I was just nightdreaming
spending my nights with the remaining light
of an already bursted star
and i don't know why
I still leave the windows open at night

I could kill him

By Florien Van weerelt 

I could kill him. How could he do that to me? What the hell was he thinking? I mean, I know I’ve been busy lately and we haven’t had that much time to ourselves, but I never expected that he’d cheat on me. And he didn’t even try to cover it up, he told me as if it was totally normal..

“Listen, Hannah, this is just an innocent and casual thing. It’s not anything against you, but you know how much my boss hates me. I don’t know why, but he can’t stand me. And um anyways, one day his daughter came here to have lunch with him, but some big meeting came up and he couldn’t go anymore, so I kept her company. Well, we were just flirting a little, and the next thing I know we were back in my office with the blinds closed. And, Han, listen to me. I felt so bad about it, and I was going to tell you, but then I realized something. I realized that Sarah, that’s Mr. Jensen’s daughter, actually liked me. And I figured that if I made her happy that she would talk highly of me to her father, and then maybe I would get a raise or a promotion or something. I don’t really know what I was expecting, I just wanted him to treat me better.”

“That’s complete and utter-“

“No it’s not Hannah. Remember that raise I got last week? Well, it’s really helped us financially. We’re finally able to send the kids to Brearley, one of New York’s most prestigious schools. I know that’s what you’ve always wanted, and I’m just trying to provide our kids with the most opportunities possible later in life.”

“Are you serious? Are you really telling me this right now? For God’s sake! You’re telling me that you’re having an affair with your boss’ daughter for our kids. Do you not realize what this will do to them? Growing up with only one parent is going to be tough for them and they’re always going to feel like they’re missing out on something. How could you jeopardize all of our lives like this?”

“It’s not my fault. God, get over it. What is it with you women? MOVE. ON. You let your emotions control every little thing. Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal, you’re just making it so much worse than it actually is. If only there could be a world without women like you…”

“What is wrong with you, Will? Try to honestly answer me. There’s nothing wrong with me, or women for that matter, you’re just a misogynistic pig.”

Trying to hold back the tears, I rushed out of his office with my head down, and I bumped into the one and only than Sarah. Not acknowledging her, I pushed her to the side and pressed the elevator button. What am I supposed to now? I can’t afford to live in New York city with the kids as a single parent. Where do I go now? I have to go somewhere, but I don’t deserve to have to leave. Will should leave. Maybe if I jeopardize his job he’ll be fired…Hmm, I’ll do that. I’m sure I have some embarrassing pictures and stories of him, many of which were related to illegal matters…Thank God for social media. It’s going to be so easy for me to post about him. I’ll start a blog, that way I can post stories, pictures, videos and whatever I want about himAnd not only about him, but also about that tramp who he’s been cheating on with me.

But of course I need to make sure that I hurt Will the most at the end of all this. So I’ll target that whore first and Ill target Will after that.

When I finally got home, I was a woman with a plan. First of all, I sent Will a text saying that I was sorry and that I had overreacted. I told him that I just needed some time to myself and asked him if I could have the apartment to myself tonight. He replied that it was okay and that he was glad that I had come to my senses. Walking towards my desk, I sat down and got ready for the next stage of my plan, turning on the computer.

The computer hummed to life and a blank screen popped up. After setting up an anonymous account on a blog site, the stories began.

POST 1: “Truth is that Sarah Jensen has been getting naughty with her daddy’s employees. Last I heard she has been having an affair with a married man - and not only that but, he has two young children as well. Talk about a home wrecker. The affair has been going on for months and while it seemed like she was only going to the office to visit her dad, she was actually going to sleep with another dad. To all of you out there: STEER CLEAR OF SARAH SLUT JENSEN AND THE WHOLE JENSEN FAMILY.”

> SENT. POST SUCCESSFUL.

The amount of satisfaction that posting that first story brought me was indescribable. I quickly posted some images taken off of Sarah’s facebook page on the blog as well, and my work was done for the day. I spent the evening scoping out some good and embarrassing pictures of Will and writing down all the embarrassing and career-threatening stories I could think of.

The next morning, I opened up my computer and nearly fainted when I saw the headlines on the news.

“CEO OF NEW YORK TIMES FIRED AFTER SCANDALOUS DAUGHTER GETS BUSY WITH EMPLOYEES”

Intrigued of course, I clicked on it and my jaw dropped when I saw it: “Mark Jensen was fired last night after various scandalous stories involving his daughter were put up on an anonymous blog site. These stories were confirmed and are being further investigated. Apparently, Mark’s daughter, Sarah, has been causing quite a ruckus at the office and despite having affairs with employees, she has even had quite an influence in the decision making and legal matters of the company. Her father has been aware of what she has been doing this whole time and has refused to act. This is extremely unprofessional and last night, the board voted to have Mark Jensen removed from the company.”

I had done that. Oh my god. I couldn’t believe it! Besides causing problems for Sarah, I had gotten her father fired from his job! Logging on to my blog, I was astonished. More than 1 million views in one day! I knew it was time to post stories about Will and reveal that he has been having an affair with Sarah.

POST 5: “William Lantson has been revealed to be the employee that Sarah Jensen was having an affair with. Will has two children himself, but he didn’t let that stop him from sleeping with his boss’ daughter. But hey, I guess some people will do whatever it takes to get a promotion.”

Pleased with myself, I decided to treat myself to a lunch out with some friends. Within fifteen minutes I was seated at Panera Bread with Nicole and Julia, my two closest friends in the city.

“Wait, so that was you? That blog is yours?” They exclaimed when I told them about the blog.

“Yeah, it was me. Can you believe that I did something like that?”

“No, I mean, wow. Wait, so Will cheated on you?”