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Literature | 18 Apr 2014

A Möbius Strip In Time

Entwining Tales of Time, Memory and Love.. Space was changed and time corrected by the designs of his absolute will..

We the inventors of tales, who will believe anything, feel entitled to believe that it is not yet too late to engage in the creation of the opposite utopia. A new and sweeping utopia of life, where no one will be able to decide for others how they die, where love will prove true and happiness be possible, and where the races condemned to one hundred years of solitude will have, at last and forever, a second opportunity on earth.

Gabriel García Márquez,

García Márquez maps out the spiritual geography of a fictional Latin America, intercutting the fates of his individual characters with the social history of a country beset by biblical plagues and civil wars; and in doing so, he sets forth a cyclical vision of time in which everything that happens emerges as a variation on earlier events, earlier lives.

Márquez mythologized the history of an entire continent, while at the same time creating a Rabelaisian portrait of the human condition as a febrile dream in which love and suffering and redemption endlessly cycle back on themselves on a Möbius strip in time.

Via NYT

2 Responses to “A Möbius Strip In Time”

  1. on 18 Apr 2014 at 3:45 PM 1.Max Babi said …

    Beautiful tribute to a beautiful soul.
    One wonders if it may be possible to recreate the brilliant charm of magic reality that GG Marquez created so effortlessly in all his books.

    He indeed created his own dreamy world from the one that we all find so hash and abrasive, so superficial and fickle. He wrote his prose more like poetry and his world of imagination came alive on each page.

    We are going to sorely miss one of the most brilliant writers of our time.

    Thanks for posting, Ajay.

    Regards

    Max

  2. on 19 Apr 2014 at 7:06 PM 2.Marie-Ancolie said …

    I do believe in what G.Garcia Marquez wrote :

    “It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.”

    and I definitely agree with this other saying of his

    “There is always something left to love.”

    and indeed, the more we grow old, the more we understand that our life has always been a path of roses…. and their thorns..

    The most difficult is to watch the path we walk on.. after being injured with
    the thorns. But one day we are aware that wisdom is also gained by walking barefoot on thorns and cure ourselves on the petals.

    Thank you Ajay
    May the great poet and writer and thinker and.. our teacher, rest in peace.

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