Why? Because everyone else at writing camp had read it.
In short, the list of classic novels that I have read is...well...outside of English class...two? tops?
So yes, "Love in the Time of Cholera" was just that, a mature novel, which I'm glad it was, since the whole book was about love, which isn't the sort of thing I want to read about unless the writing is mature.
You can see why he got a Nobel. The writing itself is kind of this rich tapestry of language-some of the phrases and wordings just leave you floored.
When I thumbed to the end and saw that the last sentence was "Forever," I kind of rolled my eyes and said, "Really? Nobel Prize?" But no worries, the end was really touching. I'm pretty sure this is one of the only times an author has described love between people over seventy in such caring detail.
In the end, I'm left thinking that masterfully crafted novels are kind of like fancy food. Good. But still.
And that's all. 348 pages, well worth it.
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