Időről-időre mindig eszembe jut az egyik kedvenc könyvem, Gabriel García Márqueztől a Száz év magány, amit már nem egyszer olvastam (többek között angolul), és egyszer majd remélem spanyolul is sorra kerül. Most viszont sajnos a vizsgaidőszak miatt nincs időm újra fellapozni, ezért csak neten olvasgattam bele. Meglehetősen nyomasztó hangulata van, de szerintem nem érdemes kihagyni.
Egy kis ízelítő:
"Amaranta, however, whose hardness of heart frightened her, whose concentrated bitterness made her bitter, suddenly became clear to her in the final analysis as the most tender woman who had ever existed, and she understood with pitying clarity that the unjust tortures to which she had submitted Pietro Crespi had not been dictated by a desire for vengeance, as everyone had thought, nor had the slow martyrdom with which she had frustrated the life of Colonel Gerineldo Márquez been determined by the gall of her bitterness, as everyone had thought, but that both actions had been a mortal struggle between a measureless love and an invincible cowardice, and that the irrational fear that Amaranta had always had of her own tormented heart had triumphed in the end."
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