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And I think I might be insane now because of it.
There's something indescribable about it that's sort of chilling in a spiritual way. Like Marquez took all kinds of literary archetypes and motifs and distilled them into a profoundly lucid text. So much so that I find everything in the book believable. It seems to true to be fiction.
My favorite book- The Brothers Karamazov seems to be a true representation of mankind on a psychological level.
100 Years of Solitude on the other hand, seems to take it one step further into a true representation of mankind and human history. I feel like Macondo is analogous to Mercerism from PKD's "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?" or to the time of Christ in his essay "How to Build a Universe that Doesn't Fall Apart Two Days Later"
At times reading the book and even after reading the book I felt like I was actually part of it. . . an Aureliano locked up in the chamber pot room trying to decipher Melquiades' texts.
This isn't the first time that I've got that into a book. I felt while reading Crime and Punishment that I was being transformed into Raskolnikov.
I don't know though. . . maybe I'm just a fool speaking gibberish.
Can anyone relate?
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