Book 38/52.The Autumn of the Patriarch - Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
My Rating: 3/5 (Being Generous).
1982 Nobel Prize for literature winner GGM is one of my all-time favourite Authors and I try to read at least one book a year from him and not more because he has hardly written 15 (Novels and Novellas included) and I haven’t picked up a single one of his non-fictions so far, so I have no idea how good they must be. All his works are originally in Spanish, later translated into various languages, but the way they have turned out to be amazing, surreal beauties, it is hard to say they lose anything during translations. This was no exception on that ground, the whole background, the unnamed country and the kingdom of the patriarch is so amazingly detailed that I was totally hooked to it. What didn’t work for me this time was the prose without a sentence break, or paragraph break or even chapter break. The whole 230 odd pages are written without break, non stop at breakneck pace, even while the whole story of the patriarch’s mysterios death in the very first page is narrated six times with different perspectives by different people to a General who is enquiring about the happenings in company with an Archbishop, it is done in first person order with no quotes as who is saying what. That was very tiring to read as I had to go back again and again to check where the first person stopped and where the other parties started talking :). And the story of the cunning patriarch is totally unbelievable (of course it's fiction) as he lives to an age of 232 years and has witnessed the Hailey’s comet some 3 odd times, he himself loses count of how many times. He had fathered some 5000 children, and please don’t ask about how many concubines he must have; one of them was his so-called wife and the heir she gave him. I just can’t explain. For that matter, how he comes down to become a king when his mother (a bird woman) doesn’t even know who his father was, just that he was born with no lines in his hands and he was destined to be a king right from his birth, and oh! Before I forget, his mother birthed him in a standing position. I wonder why we need all those details. It is beyond my imagination, and now that Mr. GGM is no more, no one can answer our questions.
Beautifule is the way he has captured the entire sequence of Patriach’s mother’s death, right when I was about to question his age vis-a-vis his mothers age, he decides to kill her and then follows it with one heck of an amazing burial ceremony, One has to read the book to go through the entire amazing sequence and the beautiful way it all is captured and explained, I could imagine those visuals right in front of my eyes while reading his amazing prose (again without break). On top of all that above, there are so many instances that were very hard for me to digest in the GGM book; one case was of a courtier from the King’s court who gets drunk and starts pissing right in the centre of the entire court. And then there is this General that the Patriarch doesn’t like for some reason, so he gets him cooked in his full attire and serves his guests in one fine dinner. People do make faces, but I assume they all enjoy the feast. And then there is this third gentleman who had fathered a son with his own mother. I believe I have read the majority of his works; they have their own kind of grimness and gruesomeness, but this one takes the cake from all of them. I still remember the guy from one of his books, “Chronicles of a Death Foretold”, where he kills someone and moves with his machete still dripping blood in one hand while the other holds the head of the dead person. I couldn’t take that image out of my mind for the last decade or more that I have been reading the story. I still haven’t forgotten the surreal beauty that he had described in the beautiful (yet challenging) “One Hundred Years of Solitude”, where one loses count of characters and the family tree of the protagonist. Or the melancholy love story in “Love in the Time of Cholera” and its heartbreaking ending. But this one is totally different from them all. I am sure Mr. GGM must be smoking some fine Colombian hash while writing this, but still, it was a challenging yet very intriguing read.
I love his on your face, give a damn stories and the choice of words that he uses to describe his characters or even the way they talk, totally out of this world stuff yet very engaging to read. I wish he had written a lot more, but then we won't be reading his books on repeat, won't we? Do let me know if you have read this one and liked it, or if you have a personal favourite from Gabo. Mine will always be a tie before Chronicles of Death and Love in the time of cholera for sure.