Marquez, Joyce, Woolf, Faulkner . . . so many good and specific "leads," which sent me on an hour's worth of research and gathering of their writing and "tips." Thanks.
I read One Hundred Years of Solitude and then I made my wife read it so that we could discuss it. She did, and she said after reading it that she’d wasted the best century of her life.
I haven't read One Hundred Years of Solitude, yet. It is on my Goodreads to-read list. I do remember being mesmerized with Marquez's strokes of "magical realism". I did happen to consume Love in the Time of Cholera. It changed me a bit. I never encounter a literary author that spoke in surreal, beautiful tones. It was foreign to me. I think my own poetry was influenced somewhat with the narratives of Marquez. His style is singular, part of something much greater than his state. The American Lost Generation of early twenty century is another affect on me. I've often wondered if I hadn't been connected to poetics, what would my creative outlet be? Would I paint like a tortured Van Gogh or perhaps a Dali with his surrealist techniques? One can only be so open until the moment arrives.
Marquez, Joyce, Woolf, Faulkner . . . so many good and specific "leads," which sent me on an hour's worth of research and gathering of their writing and "tips." Thanks.
Since 7th grade I wanted to be a journalist. He knew how to describe the profession when he wrote 100 Years of Solitude.
I read One Hundred Years of Solitude and then I made my wife read it so that we could discuss it. She did, and she said after reading it that she’d wasted the best century of her life.
I haven't read One Hundred Years of Solitude, yet. It is on my Goodreads to-read list. I do remember being mesmerized with Marquez's strokes of "magical realism". I did happen to consume Love in the Time of Cholera. It changed me a bit. I never encounter a literary author that spoke in surreal, beautiful tones. It was foreign to me. I think my own poetry was influenced somewhat with the narratives of Marquez. His style is singular, part of something much greater than his state. The American Lost Generation of early twenty century is another affect on me. I've often wondered if I hadn't been connected to poetics, what would my creative outlet be? Would I paint like a tortured Van Gogh or perhaps a Dali with his surrealist techniques? One can only be so open until the moment arrives.
beautiful