tremendous use of language
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These are short stories written with long sentences - sentences that say more than many authors can in a whole chapter of writing.If you haven't read Marquez before,read these stories - their brevity gives you a chance to recover from the shock of the distance from the start of a sentence to its end! Marquez is a master at making readers want to belive the unreal as he moves from one fantastic image to another,always linking the images with something known and tangible.When I read my first ever Marquez sentence,I smiled - his writing causes an immediate and positive reaction.
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The growth of a genius
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Essentially a 'collected collected stories', this pulls together collections from 1947, 1962 and 1972 and as a result the worst material (if you can call it that) comes first. The Eyes Of A Blue Dog stories betray the author's young age (he was 19), with a darker, more morbid subject matter that Marquez fans will be familiar with. The stories aren't as compelling or rich - but this is compensated for with the other two collections, which are as beautifully written as you'd expect, with some wonderful strangeness invading familiar towns.
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Of course, from Marquez I expect to be in awe, and always am
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Marquez breifly meet Hemingway. Actually he saw him from across the street. He said Hemingway had a passion and relentless fever to write, unsurpassed by no other writer in history. Marquez considers Hemingway to be worthy of his aspirations. It is clear however, in this collection of his short stories, that Marquez needs little improvement in producing images that express passions and feelings deep enough and rich enough to drink. Marquez sets the scene, with the use of a small amount of words. The language is acurrate, and filled with immediate images for the reader. Gabriel Garcia Marquez's short stories exemplify the authors control of his language, and ability to produce such memorable moods and emotions with such little amounts of letters.Translated from Spanish or not, the images are still there. Hemingway has a rival in dynamic simplicity.
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