“Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.” (One Hundred Years of Solitude, 1967)
I don’t know how I came across a copy, but I remember staying up late at night to read “One Hundred Years of Solitude” as a teenager slumped in a corner of the couch at my parents’ house in Baton Rouge. Enchanting–that’s the only word for it.
Thank you, and rest peacefully, Mr. Marquez.
Writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Who Gave Voice To Latin America, Dies