How does a far-away, distant person, one you’ve never met, touch your heart in such a way that in the millisecond it takes to read he has died, tears spill over, instantly dotting your cheeks?
My favorite-favorite author died today. Gabriel Garcia Marquez was more than the Father of Magical Realism, he was magic.
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” ~ Love in the Time of Cholera
You tell me he’s not magic.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s words have a magical effect. And many years ago, he received some words during a dinner party that worked magic on him. Continue Reading