“Memories of My Meloncholy Whores” by Gabriel García Márquez. The book was originally published in Spanish in 2004. This book became as my favorite as the rest books, because I adore Márquez ’s writing style.
A tale of pore when desires are still alive and the forces are already at the end and about the strange, almost mystical love that has overtaken a person at the end of a life that has been dully lived, full of dull work and vulgar, casual sex. The love that has happened now is disastrous and beautiful, it fills the existence of the hero with a new meaning – and allows him for a moment to see all the beauty, cruelty and transience of being without embellishments and illusions…
An old journalist who has just celebrated his 90th birthday, seeks sex with a young prostitute, who is selling her virginity to help her family. Instead of a sex, he discovers the love for the first time in his life.
I liked this novel in spite of my friends’ opinion that was more than negative. They dislike the passion of a senior man had towards a girl with the same age of granddaughter, even she is a prostitute. It may will look strange but I like this little part when the main hero thinks about sleeping girl: “Her voice and tone were plebeian, as if not hers, as if someone was hiding inside. And then in my heart even a shadow of doubt disappeared: she liked me more asleep …”. I like these several words very much.
Let’s put aside the age of this prostitute and according to my conclusion, when a man is educated, he prefers to have educated women, even if she is a prostitute. It is only my opinion.
If somebody among my readers read this novel, I will be happy to read even your negative comments.
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