One Hundred Years of Solitude ~ Gabriel García Márquez ~ 11/03 ~ Great Books
patwest
October 25, 2003 - 07:09 am






One Hundred Years of Solitude
gabriel garcía márquez
- An ambitious, magical epic, chronicling the loss of innocence and resulting alienation in a kind of Eden, a fictional town somewhere in Latin America...

Soledad in Spanish suggests solitude and more than that - withdrawl and loneliness. The Buendia family represents the human race, the sadness and destructiveness of alienation from one another, our own unavoidable, recurring story.
"A good old age is simply a pact with solitude."







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Joan Pearson
October 25, 2003 - 07:33 am
This should be a very very special discussion - the book has so many different levels of meaning. We'll need every one of your insights to get to the heart of "Gabo" Marquez's message. This is a surprising story, too - both laugh-out-loud whimsical, magical and yet realistic and discomforting at the same time.

I think it is safe to guarantee we will not be the same people we are now by the end of the discussion! We all face growing distancing from family, loss of friends, solitude, and yes loneliness. Some of us will have an easier time than others. Let's try together to underearth some secrets for a "good old age" as we form our pact with solitude...

A big warm welcome to all!

Deems
October 27, 2003 - 08:57 am
from me too. We will soon begin our reading of One Hundred Days of Solitude. I've never read this novel before; it's really good to be looking forward to reading it with others because my daughter has been recommending it for years. Generally I read books that she recommends, but this time I have been negligent.

Welcome, fellow adventurers!


Maryal

Barbara St. Aubrey
October 27, 2003 - 09:31 am
Wow - great - bought this some time back and never cracked the cover - looking forward to the read...

MegR
October 27, 2003 - 09:09 pm
Maryal & Joan, count me in for this one. I read this way back when the first Gregory Rabassa translation was printed here in the US back in the 70's. (Mr. Rabassa is the premier translator of Garcia Marquez works, in my opinion!) I've adored this novel since then and am so excited that we're going to discuss it as a group! I'm so looking forward to revisiting & rediscovering the Buendias of Macondo! Yes! YES! YES!! Meg (laughing)

georgehd
October 28, 2003 - 01:37 am
This book has been on my 'to read list' for some time and I am looking forward to the discussion. Joan, could you post a reading schedule?

Lou2
October 28, 2003 - 06:52 am
I read this one for discussion on another board... struggled through it... Only one other person managed to finish and both of us were shaking our heads the whole time we were trying to figure it out. Be sure I'll be reading your posts!! Can't wait to have you all tell me what in the world I read!!!

Lou

Kathleen Zobel
October 28, 2003 - 09:20 am
I'm ready, have read the first chapter. It's intriguing that's for sure.

Francisca Middleton
October 28, 2003 - 01:19 pm
I just ordered this from Barnes and Noble, so I'll be ready, willing and (I hope) able to contribute. It's the title that got to me!!!!!

Fran

Faithr
October 28, 2003 - 01:42 pm
I must get a copy and begin reading. I had almost forgotten about this book. Will join you for sure which should break up the solitude of my old age. Faith

Joan Pearson
October 28, 2003 - 01:57 pm
Well, isn't this a fine group filling the chairs around the table! Lou2...I think you will find that YOU will be telling YOURSELF what the book is about by the time we are through. That's what happens here...everyone contributes something and suddenly we each begin to see things we had read alone...in a new light! Welcome!

George, glad to have you with us again... we're going to take this slowly...let's plan on discussing two chapters a week. In this way, you will be able to participate in other discussions too. This doesn't mean you can't READ ahead - just confine comments to the chapters you see in the heading each week. Fair enough? If anyone feels we're dragging, speak up. It seems to me that we need time to let some of this sink in before moving on to the next generation. It is hilarious that the characters have the same names through the generations. Under "links" in the heading, you will find a Buendia Family Tree - if you lose track who is related to whom...

WELCOME, solitaryFaith and Fran, (I fixed the accent mark that was on Gabriel...meant to put it on Marcía); laughing MegR; kathleen, already intrigued; Barbara, who has yet to "crack the cover"....(where does that expression come from?)

I love it when we read different translations...it adds so much to understanding what the author is trying to express sometimes, doesn't it? Meg is reading the Rabassa tranlation... the "premier" translator - me too- Gregory Rabassa. Will you check your copy and let us know which one you have?

horselover
October 28, 2003 - 04:02 pm
I, too, have had the book for a while and tried to start reading it, but something else always came up. A hard-cover book does crack when you open it too far.

I hope I can read this and "Sixpence House" together. I also hope I don't get very depressed reading about solitude. Loss is something I already know enough about this year. I'm not sure I want to make a pact with solitude.

Joan Pearson
October 28, 2003 - 04:39 pm
horselover, that's the funny thing about this book...a laugh-out-loud whimsical, magical funny story even when dealing with life's greatest tragedies. Ask Meg!

No, it won't interfere with your reading of Sixpence House, honest! Welcome!

Deems
October 28, 2003 - 04:45 pm
Welcome, everyone! A fine crowd is gathering!


Now, all I have to do is buy the book which I plan to do tomorrow, right after the faculty convocation. I've forgotten just what we are gathering for, but the chair has asked us to attend if we can.

There is humor and strangeness here, horselover. Not to worry. I, too, have had a lot of loss. We'll all be just fine.

Maryal

pedln
October 28, 2003 - 08:12 pm
I just got this book, Harper paperback edition, translated by Rabassa. I'm sure glad we'll be reading it together and discussing it because I know I'd probably never read it on my own, being kind of a lightweight lazy reader. My copy doesn't have the chapters numbered. Is that typical?

Horselover, I'm going to try to read this and Sixpence House also. And will be travelling for two weeks at Thanksgiving.

Carolyn Andersen
October 29, 2003 - 01:58 am
Many years ago I read this book rapidly and superficially, for its entertainment value, and enjoyed it tremendously. Agree with Joan and MegR that it contains a good deal of laugh-out-loud humor. Now I'm looking forward to re-reading on a more thoughtful basis and discussing with this group.

Have the Rabassa translation, but will for the most part be using a Spanish edition (Madrid l983) with a critical introductory essay by Joaquín Marco. CarolynA.

Joan Pearson
October 29, 2003 - 12:41 pm
Oh good! Pedln you will be with us too.. I plan to be in Sixpence House as well) and Carolyn! Carolyn, I don't think you have ever missed a Great Book discussion...since 1997, is that right? Goodness, your little granddaughter must be all grown up by now. Do you still have that marvelous piece you wrote about her...and books? I can't forget that! You will be reading the book in Spanish? Now that IS going to be helpful.

I was looking through the author's home page (there is a link to it in the heading) and see that there will be a Tribute to Marcía Márquez in NYC on November 5...will anyone be in town that day? Would you like to go?

Scrawler
October 30, 2003 - 10:32 am
I'd like to join the discussion. Do you think I can read it 15 days? This is one of those books that has been on my self for years, but until I read it on SeinorNet, I forgot I had it. I'll give it a shot.

Scrawler (Anne Of Oregon)

Joan Pearson
October 30, 2003 - 10:56 am
Scrawler! Welcome! You have 15 days to read the first two chapters...depending on your text, it's roughly between 35 - 45 pages. You can do it! "Crack that binding!"

Again, Welcome!

Deems
October 30, 2003 - 02:10 pm
Welcome, Anne, glad to have you with us.

I just started reading One Hundred Years last night and had no problem getting through the first two chapters.

I even read the third, just for luck.

I hope you will enjoy our discussion.

ALF
November 6, 2003 - 08:50 am
Maryal's daughter Susan is totally to blame on this one. She assured us at dinner in DC that it was a funny, enjoyable read and on her recommendation (to say nothing of her mothers being a DL) I opted to buy the book and tag along in the background, as usual. This is a busy month for sure on the Books site.

Deems
November 6, 2003 - 10:22 am
Hello, Alf! I'm glad to take the blame on this one. The book's worth it. Never knew I had such power though. That's nice. Now what to do with that power. There's a question. What to push next; what to slide in through the back door as must-be-read's. The mind reels with the wonder of it. It was wonderful fun to meet and play with you and Pat W at the Book Festival. Glad you will be reading in the background.

- Susan

ALF
November 6, 2003 - 02:21 pm
Susan you WERE so adapt at it, the next thing for you to do is have your mom turn over all of her $$$$ to you. You already have her brains. Will you be following along with us?

Deems
November 6, 2003 - 02:39 pm
Alf, WAIT! There's $$$$? She never said anything about there being any $$$$. Yes. I will follow along in the background of your background.

- Susan

ALF
November 6, 2003 - 06:41 pm
OOps, sorry Great Pumpkin Head, I forgot that you swore me to secrecy.

Joan Pearson
November 7, 2003 - 10:49 am
Andy, so happy Susan talked you into joining us! Will add you to the roster. Susan, are you saying that you will join us...if only in Andy's shadow? (How would that work?) We can use your insights...

AM on the lookout for Linda, who wrote for directions to "our place" to join the discussion. Will try again. Be sure to welcome her if she comes in...

Am googling around looking for a report on the big award night for Marquez on Wednesday pm...really wanted to get up to NY for that! But didn't. While searching, I came across this list from Book Magazine. What do you think? -

100 Best Characters in Fiction Since 1900 (Check out #15)

Deems
November 7, 2003 - 10:49 am
I'll have to use all that $$$$$$ I have stashed away and tucked between mattresses in order to bribe the daughter into keeping her word to shadow us around in here.

Honestly, Andy, giving away my $$$$$ secret. Who's a person to trust these days?

Maryal, not Susan

Ginny
November 7, 2003 - 10:56 am
That's some list, isn't it and I'm not surprised to see Rabbit Angstrom on there, someday when we feel like being depressed we must read one of the books in his saga, also not surprised that BOTH the protagonists of Brideshead Revisited are on there, but separated by a margin (of vote?) We need to read Waugh, too, sometime, is he considered a Great Book? I know Rabbit is not.

INTERESTING list!!

I want Susan in MY discussions!!!!!!!!!

ginny

Joan Pearson
November 7, 2003 - 11:07 am
Ah, but Ginny, can we afford her?

I just learned that the big Town Hall Tribute to Marquez was just LAST night. Maybe the reports will appear tomorrow?

Will check Harold Bloom's Western Cannon for Waugh...
Waugh, Evelyn. A Handful of Dust; Scoop; Vile Bodies; Put Out More Flags.

Deems
November 7, 2003 - 11:27 am
Joan--Susan said that she would come in from time to time. She really likes this book and is more articulate than I am (at the moment).

Right now she is painting six paintings on plexiglass for USNA's fall production of CHAUCER in ROME (written 1999 by John Guarre). I've been going nuts trying to pin the director down as to just what she wants. Unfortunately, the director doesn't know.

I was delighted to see the Dog of Tears on the list (#78 I think). He/she is one of my favorite characters in Blindness.

Brideshead Revisted isn't Waugh's best which is probably why it didn't make Bloom's list. However, I like it better than the others by Waugh that I have read. I haven't read "Scoop" which is about journalism, but it was one of my sister's favorites.

pedln
November 7, 2003 - 09:32 pm
Interesting list, Joan. How about that Harper Lee? She writes ONE book and three of her characters make the best 100 list.

georgehd
November 8, 2003 - 07:51 am
As I posted in the Books Community Center, I would hope that this discussion would actually begin on November 15th.

Joan Pearson
November 8, 2003 - 10:42 am
As far as we know, George, the discussion of chapters one and two on the 15th as you find in the discussion schedule above - is good to go. Happy that you plan to be with us.

Deems
November 8, 2003 - 05:32 pm
Hello, George, good to see you. We haven't started discussing anything about the book yet. Good to have you with us.

CalKan
November 11, 2003 - 10:33 pm
I'm with Lou2 #6 This is my second attempt at reading this book and I'm half way through and keep thinking I'll catch on. I'm looking forward to starting over with you all.

seitz
November 12, 2003 - 07:08 am
Hi, I read the first two chapters and I'm looking forward to joining your discussion. I read the book about 5 years ago when I was living in Florida after reading two other books that referred to it. This is my first time in a book discussion. Looking forward to the experience. Joan thanks for the encouragement. Linda

Joan Pearson
November 12, 2003 - 10:05 am
Linda! (shall we call you "Linda" or "seitz"?) - You made your way here...and CalKan, another refugee from a previous reading. You are both new to our Great Books discussions, so there are a few things to know from the start. We don't move quickly (we spent a year on the Odyssey)...we take our time. With Solitude, the plan is to spend a week on two chapters. If the holidays make this difficult, we may have to slow down; if the pace is too slow for EVERYONE, then we will speed it up. The idea is to be sure everyone gets a say and that we leave very little unaddressed - and yet leave YOU time to read other books at the same time.

Several of you have pointed out that there are no Chapter numbers in the translation you are reading...but there are "breaks" (I hsve little leaves after each chapter). One of you wrote asking to include page numbers, instead of Chapter numbers...but that won't work because the numbers vary depending on the publication...paperback/hardcover/small print/large, etc....

In my copy, I have clear divisions, (though no Chapter numbers)...so I have pencilled in the Chapter numbers in the text where they are indicated. I counted twenty of them. When working with the first two chapters for discussion on the 15th, I noted the last line of each of the chapters...

Can we conduct a little experiment now before we begin to see how this works? I'll give you what looks like the last two lines of each of the first two chapters and see if they correspond in the edition you are reading. I suspect that Marquez did not number his chapters, but did povide his publisher some indication of where to break the text. Let's see how this works...

Chapter I - Ending line: "This (ice) is the greatest invention of our time."

Chapter II ~ Ending line: "She (Ursula) had found the route that her husband had been unable to discover in his frustrated search for great inventions."
If you can find a few minutes before Saturday, will you post in the discussion whether these breaks correspond to the translation you are reading?

Linda, CalKan, you are both very welcome. We are looking forward to a very rewarding discussion!

pedln
November 12, 2003 - 10:41 am
Thanks Joan, for the email on chapter endings. Right on target -- mine end that way too. I've started marking chpt. nos. in the book, and now you've confirmed that I was on the right track. Looking forward to the discussion, even tho I'm either entertaining or travelling between Nov. 20 - Dec. 10.

Here come the thunderstorms. time to get off.

georgehd
November 12, 2003 - 11:31 am
Joan, thanks for the clarification. My book is the same as yours and its cover is pictured above. I have finished three chapters and will wait until next week before going further. At the moment I am not sure what to make of this book. But there is the challenge.

ALF
November 12, 2003 - 01:13 pm
Thanks for the heads up of the chapter selections. Mine are not numbered either, but seperated by the leaves. My book however does list the page numbers and that takes me to page 37, end of chapter 2.

Kathleen Zobel
November 13, 2003 - 12:49 pm
Ok Joan, I have the same last sentences in first two chapters

Joan Pearson
November 13, 2003 - 01:48 pm
Great! From what you've posted here, and also from those who emailed, we all seem to have the same divisions and can follow along and stay together by pencilling in chapter numbers. Page numbers however, do not work, the range is 34 to 40 pages. So let's not refer to page numbers.

What else? There is a link in the header for the Buendia family tree. We might not need it the first week, but after that, when everyone is named Jose Buendia or Aureliano, it can get confusing and you may want to refer to the link when confused. Did you notice that the author consistantly refers to Jose Arcadio Buendia when talking about Papa. EVERY SINGLE TIME? He refers to his son as Jose Arcadio. Just so we don't confuse the two, I intend to refer to Papa in Posts as Jose AB and his son as Jose A rather than spell names out all the time. Would JAB and JA be too confusing? Certainly would be shorter...

Oh, I can't wait until Saturday - I think this is going to be such a rollicking good time, even though we will be considering serious issues as aging and solitude (loneliness). I'd better get off. Will look for you on Saturday!

Joan

ALF
November 14, 2003 - 05:59 am
The whole fam-damily is just a hodgepodge of alphabet soup. JA or JAB, it matters not, to moi.

georgehd
November 14, 2003 - 07:55 am
Joan, if we do use symbols for names, it might be a good idea to have that list in the heading above. See you all tomorrow when we are off and running (or reading).

Deems
November 14, 2003 - 08:36 am
Thank you, Joan, for scanning that family tree. Whenever families have similar names (or multiple names as in Russian novels) I tend to lose track. I even get lost when figuring out family trees, but they are easier.

I have printed out the TREE and will slip it into my copy when I get home. We finished King Lear today so I have only Macbeth to do along with 100 Years, of course, and Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried. What an interesting mix THAT is, a play about a power-hungry thane of Scotland and his well-matched wife, a South American family who has some pretty amazing things happening to them, and a platoon in Viet Nam.

Now that I think of it, it's sort of like the USA, all sorts of everything mixed together, a stew of sorts.

I'm glad we got the chapters straightened out. I saw the white space, the new page and the little leaf logo and saw, clear as day, CHAPTERS. I didn't realize what the discussion was about until I checked the book and discovered that those chapters are not numbered.

Maybe we could all put little post-its in our copies (thinking here that some might have library copies) and number the chapters. Since we can't use page numbers because of varying editions, it would be good to have some way to refer back, especially as we move beyond the first few chapters.

~~Maryal, who is looking forward to reading this book for the first time!

horselover
November 14, 2003 - 10:57 am
Joan, My copy, as those of other posters, has no chapter numbers, but does have the little leaf surrounded by about a half page of white space to indicate the chapter beginning. The end of Chapter 1 is "This is the great invention of our time." And Chapter 2 ends with "Ursula had not caught up with the gypsies, but she had found the route that her husband had been unable to discover in his frustrated search for the great inventions." I believe this roughly matches the lines you posted. I guess we can look for lots of irony in this great story. Can't wait to begin!

pedln
November 14, 2003 - 12:01 pm
Maryal, smart idea, printing out that family tree. When I first looked at that I saw 17 aurelianos (what do we call him) and thought it meant generations.Now I'm wondering if he wasn't just catting around. Guess we'll find out.

JA, JAB sounds fine to me. And little brother -- A?

Serendipity today, waiting for the car's checkup. The Time above has a review of GGM's autobiography, which is apparently a blockbuster seller in Latin America. The one page review gives a clue as to why some of us might find 100 Years a bit bizarre, so far.

Carolyn Andersen
November 14, 2003 - 03:35 pm
Joan, in #16 you asked about a piece I wrote some years ago. I don't seem to have that anecdote at hand, but the incident is a treasured memory. I was reading a story to my 2 1\2 year-old granddaughter when she confided seriously that she knew how to go into the book and play with the animals. I asked if she went into other books sometimes, and she said yes. But, she added, never into books where there are trolls.

There's a sequel to that. A few years later her younger brother also took an interest in mingling with his story-book characters. But instead of going into the book he would cup his hands and gently try to lift them up out of the illustration. If there was a troll in the picture, he would firmly press it down into the page with the flat of his hand.

Thinking about these two approaches has helped me in considering some aspects of our acceptance of magic realism, but that can wait until the discussion is under way. Am looking forward to this!

CarolynA

Deems
November 14, 2003 - 04:26 pm
Do you think the same treatment for trolls would work in real life?

Probably the ones in books are easier to manage.

Phyll
November 14, 2003 - 05:25 pm
I think I left most of me over behind The Yellow Wallpaper. Don't know if there is anything left for this journey into fantasy land or "surreal flight of fancy" (Quoted from the Rabassa translation). I'm with Lou2. This is too weird!

But, Joan and Maryal, you got me safely to Canterbury (though in a somewhat inebriated state, I must say) and we "sang" a chorus or two of Beowulf together, so for a while I'll trust you to lead me through the strange mind of Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

So, books at the ready, and away we go!

Francisca Middleton
November 14, 2003 - 05:28 pm
Since this book is "not my type" I'm looking forward to the challenge and hoping that you'll all carry me along!

I was the weird kid who didn't like the Oz books (but ate up those wonderful books about Roland and Siegfried)...hmmmmmm...

Okay, I'm ready for tomorrow.

WeirdFran

Deems
November 14, 2003 - 07:10 pm
Phyll and Fran--You hang in there, both of you and we'll make sense of all of this (somehow). Phyll--You escaped from the wallpaper and crept around. Surely you have not forgotten!

Fran--Count me in on the Oz books. I think I was the only one of my group who did not like them. Magical realism isn't about wicked witches and ruby slippers. It's also not Lord of the Rings.

We can DO this. I'm certain we can. Right, Joan?

MegR
November 14, 2003 - 10:12 pm
I'm so excited to start this novel! I first fell in love w/ Garcia Marquez when this book was given to me 30+ years ago & I've gobbled up almost everything else of his since then!

Compulsive that I am, I prenumbered chapters in my paperback copy (same cover as pix above) There are 20 chapters in this novel.

Suggestions for novice readers of 100 Years of Solituded: This book is not a linear progression of story elements from point A to point Z that most of us are accustomed to read. Our Senor GGM plays very loosely with time and lots of other things. I'd suggest that we try approaching this book with the openness that we possessed as a preschooler when our parents read to us. Suspend disbelief. Just give yourself over to allowing your "reader's canoe" to meander down the river of this Macondoish tale. Sometimes eddies zoom us swiftly ahead, sometimes they reverse direction, spin us around and we travel many meters behind where we started. Don't fret. You'll catch on as we progress through this gloriousness - and I suspect that all of us will learn to love this novel as much as I do. I'm soooooo excited about revisiting this old friend! It's been at least 10 years since I last vacationed here! Yes, I am simple minded and easily amused, enthused and am rarin' to start! - Meg

pedln
November 14, 2003 - 10:34 pm
Fran, I'm in your club, or you're in mine. Challenge with a capital C. The only reason I'm reading this is because SeniorNet is discussing it, and a friend told me it was the very very most favorite book she had ever read.

Meg, thanks for your advice -- I love the way you write. Since I do admit to being a water rat I will follow your advice and go with the flow.

Joan Pearson
November 15, 2003 - 12:30 am
Oh hallelulia! This is THE day! Have been bursting to get started since I can't even remember when we decided on this one. This is a first for our Great Books Series - since 1996. The first time we will discuss a "GREAT BOOK" by a living author! Not only that, the author has just come out with a new book - Living to Tell the Tale - this is an autobiography of sorts - so much more. Is the first in a planned trilogy!

One criteria for a book to make it to the GREAT BOOKS category is that it withstand the test of time. Harold Bloom has this one on his respected list already - says it has and will be as relevant in the future because of its timelessness and universality. He has called this book "the BIBLE of Macondo"...

Though we are frantic to get started. let's quickly review the way we go about about things in these discussions for our newcomers. I feel like Paige Davis on "Trading Spaces" - there are only three rules here:
~Do restrain self and restrict comments to first two chapters of the book. (Discussion schedule found in the heading)
~Do treat the questions in the heading as possible topics for discussion only, not as essay questions to answer all at once.
~Do respect the opinions of others (even if they seem off-the-wall.)


Is this not the most outrageous book you've ever read? Meg is right, you simply must suspend your mind, and read this from somewhere deep within - but NOT your mind. Your senses, your emotions, your own animal response to stimulus! hahaha...(have you ever in your life read steamier sex scenes without mention of a single body part?)

Since Harold Bloom started us off by calling 100 Years of Solitude the Bible of Macondo, shall we begin by looking at this place...and compare it to the Biblical Garden of Eden? I suppose we also need to talk about solitude, don't we? That's at the heart of the matter.

Do you consider solitude a desirable state? Do you find yourself seeking solitude more as you get older? Meg, I'll be interested to know if your response to the book is going to be different than it was thirty years ago, or even ten.

I can't wait to get started and hear from all of you - especially our newcomers who are here for their first SN discussion. A big WARM WELCOME!

ALF
November 15, 2003 - 06:06 am
I can't believe you asked that question Joan. Just yesterday a friend and I were discussing the fact that as one gets older one desires seclusion more. As an extrovert, sociability has always been my #1 forte. However, as time progresses I find myself willing this gregarious soul to confine itself in privacy, quietude (is there such a word?) and seperateness. Most times, I do not desire the companions of "yesteryear", opting for a good book instead or time to reflect by myself.

I'm not sure yet how this translates in 100 Years of Solitude as I'm certain I don't have that time span to look forward to.

Our first chapter is akin to Genesis, (the beginning) indeed as Macondo is created and prepared for habitation. We follow the genealogy and who begets whom.

Our personal God here appears to be JAB and we are introduced to the institution of marriage, government and human folly.

georgehd
November 15, 2003 - 07:01 am
I have loved solitude as long as I can remember. I like to be able to get away to think by myself without extraneous inputs, or just to gaze at a beautiful scene, or to walk in the woods. For me, it is a wonderful feeling - a feeling of renewal.

I was struck by the lines, "Things have a life of their own....It's simply a matter of waking up their souls" page 2. This reminds me of the beliefs of shamans that all things, living and non living, have a spirit or aura or soul, that with proper training, one can sense.

Also, "Science has eliminated distance" page 3. How much truer that is today than when the line was written.

As to the comparison with the Biblical Garden of Eden, one could say that JAB is biting into the scientific apple in this chapter. Whether that will lead to his downfall, I am not sure yet.

Did others notice that there were seven metals that correspond to the seven planets. We now know that there are nine planets (if you accept that Pluto is a planet). What is interesting is that at the time the story is supposed to take place all of the seven planets had not been discovered. Of course one could argue as to when exactly the story begins.

I love the quote above " A good old age is simply a pact with solitude".

At some point we will have to deal with 'reality' versus 'truth' versus 'fact' and what we mean by those words.

Barbara St. Aubrey
November 15, 2003 - 09:46 am
OK I am confused - are we simply skipping the entire first part - my book is in two parts and the introduction speaks of the book being in two parts - the first part appears to be a chronology of years and events from 1928 to 1906 - I thought some of the historical events that happen in the same year where telling -

example; a lot of collapses or changes in 1929 when not only did we have the Wall Street crash but that year Trotsky is banished from USSR, Hunger marches in the UK but on the other side we have the Mexican National Revolutionary Party forming and then Faulkner receives acclaim for The Sound and the Fury - youth caught in a community living in the past and the most unlikely spearheading change.

Then in 1945 we have Germany surrendering, Hitler commiting suicide and the Atomic Bomb dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki but we also have the founding of the UN with Satra holding forth in Paris.

And another year with dichotomies is 1961 with the "Bay of Pigs," Construction of the Berlin Wall but then we have Youri Gagarin the first man in space while Naipaul receives acclaim for A House for Mr. Biswas - so men on earth are making bounderies as fast as they can hurtle into open space.

1968 Russia invades Czechoslovakia, Martin Luther King Jr. is assassinated and we have American landing on the moon. I do not know the author Solzhenitsyn nor had I read his Cancer Ward about someone forced into exile with the allegory of the Cancerous Community similar to his personal battle with Cancer in which he recovers.

All this sets for me the issue of Solitude that seems to be alluded to in the first two chapters - where the community is shut off and at times JAB shuts himself off from his family, he is pushing the limits of study and he had pushed the limits of discovery when he led the men on his march to the sea.

Which makes me question what solitude really is - even alone do we reach for more understanding, a greater connection, are we always searching beyond ourselves -

Úrsula is also in a village isolated and yet is content to remain in the village and she holds on to what she values from the past - where as JAB is always jabbing looking for the limits and yet he does not want to seek the limits isolated from his family or community.

Do some of us have a natural pull toward the unkown - are we considered eccentric if we not only push the limits but do it alone and therefore, we need a community of believers who will follow us -

What really is solitude - or maybe there isn't total solitude - there were sure enough hermits and monks proving solitude is possible - hmmm and how has some Taoist monk holed up in a cave on the side of a mountain for 40 years advanced the world - or even advanced himself - I'm not making a judgement here only wondering - wondering how complete is the isolation or acting alone for it to be called solitude. Is simply being quiet, thinking, studying, isolated or not - is that solitude?

I love how seamlessly we are taken from time to time in the life of JAB and Úrsula.

MegR
November 15, 2003 - 10:06 am
Dear Barbara, You have totally confused me! Where did these historical events of the twentieth century appear in the first two chapters of this novel??? We really don't have a century number indicator anywhere so far!! Help me! Are we reading two different texts?!!!!? - Meg

P.S. Have just printed out discussion Q's above. Will come back later today when I have an answer for something?!??! (laughing)

Barbara St. Aubrey
November 15, 2003 - 10:50 am
hmmmm that is what I am wondering also - I am reading from an Everyman's Library with an Intro by Carlos Fuentes copyright with the Introduction is 1988 and first included in Everyman's Library in 1995 - it is a borzoi Book published by Alfed A. Knopf.

I am assuming that the chronology is Part I since there are no chapter or part numbers - only in the Introduction Fuentes speaks of Part I and Part II - what I assume to be Part II begins with Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember the distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice...

pedln
November 15, 2003 - 10:56 am
Oh dear me, am I off track? Throughout the reading of the first two chapters i kept wondering, Is this a microcosm of the development of civilization?

I'm going to print out the questions above and ponder.

Oh yes, I truly welcome solitude. I enjoy being with others, but love the days I can be by myself. But would I feel the same if there were never to be any others?

Deems
November 15, 2003 - 11:24 am
Some of us slept really late this morning because we have a play to attend tonight (and because we normally get up at 5:30 which is way too early for humans to be waking up and driving cars.)

Meg--I’m so excited that you are compulsive and have already numbered the chapters because I just got around to taking my own advice (to number the chapters) this morning. I too got TWENTY chapters and have numbered them.

While we are still at the very beginning, chapter numbers don’t matter much, but people have different editions and thus different page numbers so it is most important, for us to follow each other, to at least know where we are in the book by chapter.

I also really appreciate those directions for reading. I always try to pay particular attention to the beginnings of things so I have just read over the first few pages. This time I didn’t get disoriented—odd. It really does help to “suspend your disbelief” and just open yourself to an experience, doesn’t it? We don’t have to make sense of things yet. Working together, we will put parts together and conquer the novel. Heh. I love Meg's analogy to being in a canoe on a river with whirls and eddies, sometimes backward, sometimes forward. Cooool.

Pedln--Yes indeed, this will be a challenge. One of the reasons I wanted to read 100 Years was that I never have and various acquaintances and friends have mentioned it time and again. I will be reading the book along with everyone else.

Joan--You clearly get up earlier in the morning than I do. You mention Harold Bloom’s calling this book “the Bible of Macondo.” Here we are, in the very beginning, set down in a really small village, 20 houses, on a clear running river. The time seems to be back there, way back there, since one of Jose Arcadio Buendia’s first major discoveries is that the world is round!

There are, however, a few clues as to when approximately, we are, or when Jose A.Buendia is, by the 15th century armor that he locates with the magnet from the gypsies. (p. 2 in pb edition). That armor made me remember the Spanish conquistadors and their conquests in Latin America. Soooooo, we are way way back (at the beginning, in the Garden of Eden again) at the same time that we are several centuries after the 15th. Clearly, this little village of Macondo has not been a part of the developing Western World.

The gypsies who periodically visit, especially Melquiades, bring from that outer world items that are astonishing to Jose A Buendia.

George--I read your observation about “Things have a life of their own” and appreciated your reminding us of shamanic beliefs that all things have a spirit or aura or soul. I wish that I could appreciate solitude as you do. Whenever I see something that takes my breath away, I want someone there to speak to, to share the experience and thereby in some way to “validate” what I have seen or heard.

Barbara--I can only repeat Meg’s question: what book are you reading?

I’ll be back later when I’ve had some more time to review these opening chapters.

~~Maryal

MegR
November 15, 2003 - 05:09 pm
Do inhabitants of Macondo see themselves as "isolated"? So far, I don't think so. The only one who comments on Macondo being disconnected from the rest of the world or from the "modern world" of scientific discoveries is our patriarch, Jose Arcadio Buendia. Even though other characters don't necessarily express a sense of isolation/separateness many are. Son Jose is isolated in a way by his lack of interest (& ?abilities?) in Papa Jose's scientific and educational endeavors. Son Jose also is self-conscious of his physical endowments & later endeavors to utilize them. Son Aureliano's intuitive and book-learned intelligence are traits that separate him from his family. Papa Jose is off on his own journeys of discovery about the scientific and natural world, but seems to not journey down the path of self-reflection too much. Ursula, sweet Ursula, is the salt-of-the-earth, common sense broad in this family - except for her penchants for strange underwear and fears of birthing lizards!? (Don't you just love them?) The rest of the (for the most part) nameless villagers seem to just live their lives/survive - until Papa Jose Arcadio feels that it's time to go on a trek to the sea. I get the impression that they're just going along for the adventure. What do you think?

Would you describe the isolation of Macondo as "solitude"? No, I don't think so. For me, any how, solitude connects to a personal/individual emotion rather than a collective group thing. Does that make sense?

Does Macondo's story compare with the biblical Garden of Eden- and "The Fall"? So far, I'd have to say no to this one too. Macondo is not a newly created location inhabited by innocents. It was started by our Papa Jose Arcadio & his buds who travelled with their families from a village outside of Riohacha. In the second chapter, we're given info that this community existed elsewhere - at least 4 generations ago. There's sort of a "doofus" element to our Jose Arcadio here that reminds me of Mark Twain's Adam in his "Story of Adam & Eve", but the primariness of the biblical garden and characters aren't here for me yet. That seems to be a prequisite. Want to hold off on "the Fall" and this one until later on in the novel.

MegR
November 15, 2003 - 05:31 pm
Whose voice is narrating the first two chapters? Our omniscient, Columbian, Nobel Prize winning author?!*****

Does the opening flashback - Colonel Aureliano Buendia before the firing squad, recalling ice - indicate that this might be his story? For me, this has always been a very strong and visual line that carries a heavy-duty wallop! Strange combo of firing squad and remembering ice (which we take for granted as we do water from kitchen faucet) stopped me cold when I first read it - and still has the same impact. Our author immediately "sucks us in"! He's not only tweaked our curiosity, he reels us in like a deep-sea fisherman with a marlin on the line! Yes, the drama implied by this sentence does seem to suggest that the colonel will be the novel's protagonist, but - so far - he seems to have a minor role.

As a sidebar, when I taught - I occasionally liked to give my students an opening line, phrase, subject or pick-your-own-topic for a freewriting exercise. Usually I provided 5 options at a time & left choice to kids. They had a chance to stretch their imaginations, to write a first draft (risk-free), to react to or to make a prediction about something we were reading etc. etc. etc. They wrote off of the top of their heads for 15 or 20 minutes. Many years later, as he faced the firing squad..... was a favorite choice and a number of them chose to later extend the exercise into a short story. Good lit does grab readers regardless of age, background or experience and speaks to its reader on a level that they're ready for. Yeah, I know - there she goes babbling again! Sorry! ~~~~Laughing Meg

horselover
November 15, 2003 - 07:56 pm
I have no trouble "suspending disbelief" since I have recently finished reading several Harry Potter books with my grandson. Still, the flying carpet rides over the houses of the village were a shock because the rest of the science and inventions seemed more realistic. Magnets do exist, the world is round, the alchemy does not work, but the carpet actually flies.

Question #6--JAB and Ursula do have reason to think their children might be born abnormal. Many abnormalities require a gene from both parents in order to be expressed in the child, and first cousins are more likely than total strangers to carry some of the same genes. This is the reason why there were so many instances of hemophelia among the royalty of Europe. There was so much intermarriage among close relatives (commoners were discouraged as marriage partners) that the faulty gene was expressed in many of the male offspring.

Barbara St. Aubrey
November 15, 2003 - 09:47 pm
For me it is a Fairy Tale...it is also a thesis on the failed economics of certain areas of the world...capitol is used rather then being a springboard to development - their isolation does not allow a banking system where by capitol can be leveraged - JAB spinning castles in the sky is no more valuable then Úrsula's footdragging and sabatoging, typical of powerless peasants who justify their sabatoge in the name of family and their attachment to the known - although in this case, we only have a curious and creative leader spinning possiblities, living as if the wonders of our imagination are enough.

Of couse having to venture through two weeks of swamp and jungle does not place their village where they can easily trade or grow with outside contacts. They are dependent on the magical gypsies which remind me of a western nation flashing their wonders but taking the capitol rather then teaching how to make the wonders work for them to increase their standard of living -

But then that is it - we are so attached to the concept of continuously growing and building a better standard of living - and yet the opening sentence forbodes a calamity that we have seen all too often play out in Central and South America - although, maybe, is this supposed to be in Southern Italy - the author being Spanish I am assuming the Americas.

I am enjoying this on one level - the magic and impossible Don Quixote aspect of it versus, my anxiety with the impending pain and horror that comes to a culture that does not live with basic economic values and therefore is doomed to warfare from within and without...

GolferJohn
November 16, 2003 - 01:34 am
In the beginning, Macondo may be isolated, but it is self-sufficient. It lacks the most basic of the professionals--teachers, clergy, physicians and lawmakers--but does not suffer from their absence.

At least within the Buendia family, education flows from one member to the next. Many of the putative facts are suspect, but the target of the education is brought up to the ambient level of knowledge.

Religion is without ceremoney and, in fact, beliefs are poorly defined. Yet, no one seems to hunger for more.

Illnesses occur, but no one dies, so physicians are superfluous. And without sophisticated medical knowledge, there is a certain whimsey in the illnesses. Instead of sleeping sickness, they experience insomnia and, although it leads to an Alzheimers-like dementia, a rapid reversl can be affected by a small quantity of a colored liquid.

There is no government, but Jose Arcadia Buendia is a leader of incredible, though unspoken, power. Who else could get families to pull up stakes and follow him without even a clear goal in sight. He does not command, but when streets are layed out and houses are built, the citizens come to him for direction.

How is Macondo isolated? Certainly by geography and accessability, but perhaps more importantly outside influence. It's limited gene pool and the risk of dire consequences thereof may be a metaphor cultural, intellectual, and inventive isolation.

The Gypsies come and bring tangible examples of fantastic concepts in the form of magnets and lens. I suppose flying carpets don't seem all that improbable after you have seen magnets draw metal objects from shelves or pieces of glass start fires by simply allowing sun-light to be focused through them. But in the unrelenting heat of the area, the most improbable introduction is that of ice.

The metaphor of the enrichment of the gene pool would strike hollow were is not for Jose Arcadia Buendia embracing each of the novel introductions and passing them along to his progeny. While no practical advancements occur, seeds of intellectual inquiry find fertile ground.

So, when do the real isolation begin? When other outside influences are rejected. An ineffective magistrate, an unnecessary priest, and an untrained physican follow the Gypsies. It is not until they are rejected, ignored, or trivialized that the commumity begins to determine from which it is isolating itself.

But, isolation is only part of solitude. As long as a rich interation exists among the isolated, they are not truly alone. It is only when they separate from one another, as the dead do, that they find the desperation of solitude. And expose themselves to its risks.

Joan Pearson
November 16, 2003 - 05:44 am
What a very pleasant surprise to be welcomed by your most interesting post this morning, Golfer John! Welcome to our merry band as we become accustomed Marquez' writing, the likes of which many of us have never before encountered. Who? Who writes like this? I'd be interested to hear from you all?

It's clear from reading your posts that we are going to need a common vocabulary as we continue. George mentions the difference in Marquez' world (in our world?) between "truth" and "reality" - and then there's the meaning of "solitude" itself. I think it is too early to translate the book's title...100 Years of Solitude...and Marquez' understanding of the concept of solitude, but your comments yesterday were...illuminating. I had that "aha" response after reading all of them in one sittiing. And of course, more questions arose too.

  • Is solitude a good thing or a bad thing? Self-imposed isolation from others for a time, or withdrawal from a society that often overwhelms.*
    Andy , our self-proclaimed extrovert, you mention your increasing need for separateness - time to reflect. And George has always enjoyed solitude, finds "renewal" in solitary walks in the woods. Renewal implies better able to cope in society upon return from that walk.
    And Barbara is questioning what solitude really is - "even alone do we reach for more understanding, a greater connection, are we always searching beyond ourselves - "how complete is the isolation or acting alone for it to be called solitude..."
    Pedln that's an interesting question - you welcome days of solitude, but "would you feel the same if there were never to be any others?" Is this the solitude of which Marquez speaks? George, that is my favorite quote too...I'd be interested to know what it means to you all - because I see several meanings here, one of which I find somewhat disturbing.
    "A good old age is simply a pact with solitude."
    There are - there will be many instances where Marquez describes the solitude of his characters. Let's watch for them, underline them and consider in each case whether he is regarding the solitude as a good thing, a time of reflection and renewal, or a withdrawal from society that is more unhealthy than beneficial.

    Much more. You were quite prolific yesterday..it is hard to know where to begin. There is an answer in the coffee beans...
  • Joan Pearson
    November 16, 2003 - 06:40 am
    Golfer John asks a good question, "when does the real isolation" begin?" I loved your answer, John... "As long as a rich interation exists among the isolated, they are not truly alone. It is only when they separate from one another, as the dead do, that they find the desperation of solitude."

    The inhabitants of Macondo are self-sufficient and content until the gypsies bringing the wonders from the outside world. John suggests that the isolation begins When these outside influences are rejected. Now that is something to consider. (We need to consider there were two kinds of gypsies who found their way to Macondo, some bringing marvelous improvements, others detrimental practices that would corrupt)

    Barbara - yes, there are many levels to examine here - "it is also a thesis on the failed economics of certain areas of the world" - The writing reflects what is going on in the world outside of Macondo's boundaries...and perhaps what is going in Marquez' own world, outside of his fictional world of Macondo.
    What we'll eventually see in Macondo is the failure of the underdeveloped corners of the world to benefit from that which is beneficial to the rest of the world and the corruption that all too easily takes hold among those least able to resist....But that will come later. Barbara, Macondo would not be found in Italia, if it existed, but rather Marquez' homeland in Latin America. The town though seems strictly fictional, not based on any other real town. Or I guess, it could be based on any number of real towns...

    Meg, you don't see the isolation of Maconde as "solitude" - how do you see the Garden of Eden. Would you describe it as a place peaceful isolation? Does peaceful isolation imply "solitude"?

    Some of you see Macondo as a kind of Eden...Andy describes it akin to the description in Genesis of the Garden - as it is being prepared for man's habitation. Marquez describes it as a place that has no names...JAB a kind of Adam, naming flora and the fauna. George compares the scientific wonders brought to Macondo by the gypsies as the "scientific apple" into which JAB has taken that first bite.

    And yet, and yet there are differences// The first family of Macondo, the Buendia's, had roots elsewhere. They brought themselves to Macondo - this is not their Eden, is it? It just occurred to me while reading your comments. Are the Buendia's exilees from another happier place - as the result of their "sin" are they banished from that former happiness? Is Macondo then the world in which this Adam and Eve must build a new home for themselves AFTER THEIR FALL?

    I need to be somewhere in about ten minutes, nowhere near ready, and nowhere near finished poring over your posts from yesterday. Hopefully will be able to catch up later this morning before you pour on more! Wow! What a group we have assembled here! Scarey!

    georgehd
    November 16, 2003 - 06:53 am
    First I would like to thank Joan for her excellent summaries and second, as I suspected, the group is helping me immensely in understanding this book. I found it very difficult to read and understand in solitude. Interesting.

    georgehd
    November 16, 2003 - 08:21 am
    Chapter 1 ends "This is the great invention of our time." What does this signify? Ice is cold; it dissappears after melting and evaporating. How was it created as there was no electricity? Wonder of wonders.

    On the time when this story occurs there is mention of Ursula's great-great- grandmother being alive at the time of Sir Francis Drake who lived in the 16th century. That would mean that the story, if time flows as we think it does, occurs in the 1700s or early 1800s. This agrees with the phrase "she would leap back over three hundred years of fate" on page 22 in my book (chapt. 2)

    The whole section on cock fighting and JAB's supposed impotence is wonderful and leads us directly into the size and usefulness of JA's member and the introduction of sex into our story. Since the book requires use of the imagination, I am wondering how different participants (I started to write members) of our group, pictured the nude young teenager. My imagination soared and it occured to me that my thoughts were unfettered by social acceptance. I was alone in my thoughts which are known only to me. Solitude. The freedom that can come with solitude. 'Lordy' 'Lordy"

    ALF
    November 16, 2003 - 08:27 am
    I love the inclusion of the gypsies in this story. It introduces progress, bartering, commerce and industrialization into our Genesis chapter.

    Magnets! I am delighted with magnets and remember as a young child being fascinated playing with two magnetic scottie dogs, owned by my uncle. I became as absorbed as JAB did pondering the possibilities and seduction of the "attraction" of the opposite poles. The extraction of gold from the bowels of the earth never occured to me but if it had I would have traded my monopoly game, much as he traded his goats for the pleasure of keeping the magnets.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 16, 2003 - 09:51 am
    Hmmm Alf - just focusing on the magnets my mind whirls - wanting gold says to me they are not in an Eden where their every need is satisfied - they have desires for more - or at least JAB has desires for more - of what value is the gold if they are isolated - what need will be satisfied with gold -

    Úrsula was given 5 gold coins that she treasures - the gold coins do not seem to be required to satisfy their basic needs of food, clothing, housing - (hmmm mybe that is what is confused by all of us when we think of Edan - we think of Edan as a place where our basic needs are satisfied - or is it a place where we can, as Maslow says, self-actualize) JAB uses Úrsula's coins for both a commercial exchange and in an experiment to increase their value - in both instenses his exchange looses the value of the coins or did it - if there is nothing to use the coins for except to secret them away how are they valuable - the gold coins are not even used to decorate Úrsula which would be like buying a rolax to show your wealth - and so if the gold you already have does not have any purpose then why the desire for more gold -

    Huh just realized there is no compition among those in Macondo - another earmark of an Edan - but then why does Úrsula keep the coins out of site and hidden -

    Thinking that magnets will pull gold out of the earth then JAB is thinking the magnets are a new wonder tool - a means to get what you desire - then here is where the economics versus the emotions breaks down - regardless what we know as the value of magnets - JAB seems almost childlike in his exchange - a mule and two of his goats are far more valuable then the magnets - he does not think and trade the milk from the goats or cheese from the goats but the animal itself -

    Almost like living with a gambler Úrsula trys to dessuade him - what does Úrsula know that JAB does not know - or is Úrsula simply more content with life as it is and does not need more -

    The magnets are not satisfying a known need to accomplish anything of value to the everyday needs of those in Macondo - the magnets are simply new objects to explore - to satisfy JAB's desire to try new things - to learn more about the things of this world - with the expectation of more gold that seems to have questionable value to those who live in Macondo -

    The novelty of a this new devise is argued as practical if it gets what JAB desires and what Úrsula appears to value - she has hidden her gold indicating it is of value to her - Gold is not only valued by JAB but it shows us a wonderful example of why people buy - the item they buy will satisfy some inner desire that cannot be directly satisfied - or - the methods they have used in the past to satisfy this inner desire have come up empty and this is an opportunity or devise that promises - the promise is another untried method and therefore trust is important - we trust the seller is selling us a devise that will do what we really want - it is not the magnets themselves that JAB wants but, he wants to satisfy his desire for novalty, to own a new toy, so to speak, that gives him opportunity to get what he really wants - gold - an 'opportunity devise' -

    Which gets us to the core of isolation or solitude - I wonder if we are determaining the two words interchangable - well anyhow - the messgae seems to be that all the inventions in the world to get what you need are useless unless you are a part of the flow between humans - even the inventions are received because of the visiting gypsies who make the effort not to be isolated.

    Is the message that searching for gold is a less important use of our lives since the only thing found on the calcified skeleton of a protected warrior is that when alive this person valued the love and connection with a women.

    The two groups of Gypsies - Melquiades and his group gives the community of Macondo more individual attention and exchanges their wonders with the community where as, the second group leverages their wonders by allowing you to see for a short time their wonders - renting a temporary look - hmmm going to the circus, movies, watching TV, attending the theatre, traveling for other than commercial reasons - we rent a look or an experience all the time don't we.

    Touching the ice has brought that story full circle but since the book opens with the touching of the ice I am imagining we are going to here more and more about the ice or it will be a touchstone in time or maybe the events of Macondo or the life events of JAB and his family.

    Joan Pearson
    November 16, 2003 - 12:04 pm
    Well, thanks for the kind words, George...but I must point out that I'm only summarizing the great points all of you are making. ALthough I must admit this task is more of a challenge than other discussions...

    Am enjoying your comments on the wonders Melquiades brings to Macondo. Have you been noticing the point/counterpoint, the exchange between JAB and Melquiades on their interpretations of the meaning and importance of the magnets - telescope, magnifying glass, ice? (Andy, I had forgotten those scottie dog magnets! Oh wow, one black, one white. They were "magical" to me too!) What role would you say Melquiades plays in the piece at this point?

    Were the inhabitants any better off than they were before the gypsies came to town with these marvels? It appears to me that the only one who saw the possibilities in them, was JAB. Barbara, that's a good point -
    "the messgae seems to be that all the inventions in the world to get what you need are useless unless you are a part of the flow between humans - even the inventions are received because of the visiting gypsies who make the effort not to be isolated. ">
    And wouldn't the conclusion be that the inventions DID in fact interfere with the flow between JAB and his people? He shuts himself up in his lab...and doesn't notice that he has children until Ursula points them out to him..."grown boys running wild like donkeys." I'd say he had been preoccupied with his research, out of "the flow" Barbara describes. So those hours of solitary labor, of solitude were not really a good thing?

    horseloverYes, magnets do exist, the world is round ...but the magic carpet? I agree, yes we must suspend literal belief - just as with the Harry Potter stories, but look close on who brings in those magic carpet rides. That second band of gypsies! Their contributions to Macondo's society need to be considered closely. Did you note JAB's reaction to this second group's wonders?

    Meg brings our attention to the opening line - and we are made aware from the outset that Aurliano will not only face a firing squad in a place where there are no guns, that he will be a colonel, in a place that knows no war (or death), and that his last thoughts will be of ...ice! Ice??? It made quite an impression on him, this ice. I am anxious to learn more of the importance of ice to this young man. I'm sure we'll unearth the answer in due time. ( George, that's something to think about... "How was it created as there was no electricity? Wonder of wonders.") Meg, how would you build on the opening sentence, if given such an assignment? George, I'll bet you can come up from your solitude and complete the sentence, but almost afaid to ask...ahaha "Lordy, Lordy"...

    Gail T.
    November 16, 2003 - 12:31 pm
    Please add me to your list, though I probably will just read, rather than share.

    I read "Love in the Time of Cholera" and thought it was one of the best books I'd ever read. Then everyone started saying "One Hundred Years of Solitude" was better. I've tried reading it twice, and by mid-book I am bored to tears. My plan was initially to skip this discussion entirely, but I decided I really would like to "get it" along with the others. I just can't be so obtuse as it seems. Anyway, with your help maybe the third time will be a charm!

    Scrawler
    November 16, 2003 - 01:11 pm
    I first realized that I would accept the fanastic as fact when I read the opening line: "Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice." I felt like I was tumbling into a rabbit hole. It was the simplicity of the author's words that hooked me.

    The novel follows the lives of many members of the Buendia family but focuses in particular on Colonel Aureliano Buendia.

    I didn't find the the effect of the author's technique of skipping backward and forward in time disorienting. Since this is a chronicle of humankind it can't go in a single direction. Humankind grows more like a set of "tinker toys" going in various directions but still connected in one way or the other.

    Scrawler (Anne of Oregon)

    Joan Pearson
    November 16, 2003 - 01:14 pm
    Gail! Another project- another refugee from previous solitary reading! WELCOME!...Sure, lurk as you wish, but don't be too surprised if you get called on now and then...like now. Would you classify yourself as an innie or an outie? (An introvert or an extrovert?) Do you enjoy solitude? What if you became so comfortable in a solitary place, that you didn't know how to get back out? That's the thing that worries me most. I think of my father at the end there. Brooding that we kids were all living so far away, that when we did come to see him, he continued the brooding, and preferred to be left alone...or so he said.

    We are so happy to have you join us, Gail...in whatever capacity. We'll set another place at the table...

    Scrawler Anne, no, I'm not finding the time element difficult either, but then, I'm not following the as closely as some others, trying to figure out when the story is set. (Although I am noting the rusting suit of armor - with the locket containing a snippet of hair...details like this make you stop and notice.) I think that when we reach the war in which Aureliano fights, I'll be interested in the fight for independance, and when this takes place.

    I'm reminded about another time element - in the description of Macondo on the first page
    "Macondo was village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs"
    Prehistoric? As in before man? Before Adam and Eve...and the garden? Darwin meets Genesis and the Garden of Eden in Macondo...

    Back tomorrow...can't wait. Carry on! I know you will!

    horselover
    November 16, 2003 - 02:21 pm
    Many of you have pointed out that Macondo seems like the Garden of Eden at the beginning of the story. There are also other similarities to the first books of the Bible. In the first chapter, the narrator says that "the world was so recent that many things lacked names," an obvious reference to the "In the Beginning" opening of Genesis, when the Lord creates the world, and then the objects that fill it. Macondo is described as an Eden-like village where no one grows old and no one dies. The founders of this village, JAB and Ursula are a kind of Adam and Eve. Like Adam and Eve, they are driven from their homes, to wander in the less idyllic world because of a crime they have committed, the murder of Prudencio Aguilar. JAB, like Adam, develops an obsession with knowledge which destroys his idyllic existence. Maybe Melquiades is like the serpent when he provides the temptation to seek the destructive knowledge.

    Deems
    November 16, 2003 - 02:32 pm
    EEEEEEK! I'm already behind. Joan has been doing yeoman's work and deserves some time off.

    My daughter pointed out a discrepancy to me that I think is telling. In the beginning Macondo has twenty houses, but just a few pages later the residents of the village are numbered 300. Doing the math, we come up with how many residents per house.

    Deems
    November 16, 2003 - 02:57 pm
    Somehow I just hit the enter key by accident. Sooooooo. To continue the message above.

    There are approximately 15 people to a house. Even given large families, this doesn't work out. Thus Marquez is unconcerned with literalness.

    The flying carpet section struck me too, but mostly because the emphasis isn't on the carpet itself but rather on who brings it--that second group of gypsies--and that Jose and Pilar take advantage of the crowd gathered to have time together. Then Pilar tells him that she is pregnant.

    The emphasis here isn't on the flying carpet at all; it enters the story as if it were an ordinary object familiar to the readers (which it is since we have all read fairy tales).

    Shortly after this day, Jose leaves town with the gypsies, apparently to run away from his responsibility to Pilar.

    After keeping to himself for several days, Jose Arcadio goes once again to the gypsy fair and falls in love (apparently) with a lovely young gypsy girl. The girl smiles at him. The next item on the fair's agenda is the decapitation of a woman who has to have her head chopped off every night for 150 years as punishment "for having seen what she should not have" (36). Yet here again, focus is taken off the beheading, remaining instead with Jose and the girl who go into the tent and eventually make love.

    I find it remarkable how well these sex scenes are done. A woman with another man comes into the tent with Jose and the girl and she, without meaning to, sees the naked Jose. She says, "My boy, may God preserve you just as you are," and we know that she finds Jose remarkably "well-equiped." His extraordinary manhood is enough that his own mother remembers her "chastity pants" that she wore during the first eighteen months of her marriage (so as not to give birth to monsters).

    The mixture of actual items and discoveries from the past is astonishing and sometimes very funny. I have seen chastity belts in museums such as knights used to have their wives wear when they went away for long periods. They are made of leather and metal and look absolutely like instruments of torture. Only the knight had the key, of course, but often this did not dissuade others from finding their way to the forbidden place.

    What makes the section about Ursula's chastity pants so funny to me is that apparently Jose Arcadio Buendia can't figure out what's going on. They wear themselves out at night, thrashing around without ever consumating the marriage. The implication is that they are both young and naieve and don't know what the mechanics of sex are, and yet. . . .this really couldn't be true given that the people of Macondo raise animals. How could Jose Arcadio Buendia NOT know how to mount his mate?

    More later. Still catching up on your messages.

    ~Maryal

    Carolyn Andersen
    November 16, 2003 - 03:41 pm
    Perhaps GGM intends to suggest the early Macondo as a kind or Eden in order to present some ironic contrasts to the Biblical Eden. Here it's the man, not the woman, who succumbs to the temptation of worldly knowledge, "biting into the scientific apple" as George puts it. Rather than being cast out of the Garden JAB of his own free will attempts to escape to the sea, but is unable to find the way. Like it or not, he must live on in Macondo. And it's Ursula who finds the route to civilization, bringing in new settlers when she returns.

    That GGM skips back and forth in time seems quite natural. A new world is presented to us. Isn't this the way we as children acquire much of our early information about the world-- by listening to bits and pieces when different people tell about past events at random?

    Carolyn

    Susan BK
    November 16, 2003 - 05:21 pm
    Golfer John discusses solitude and argues that it does not really occur while the internal interaction is vital and until the external world is rejected. In the beginning of the novel the internal is vital and the external is a welcomed, occasional party of gypsies.

    When I think about the solitude of the first two chapters, I do not think of the solitude of the people as a people, probably for the reason that Golfer John provides. However, I do consider solitude as it plays a role in the individual lives of the characters. JAB is alone in his intellectual searching and experiments. Ursula is alone in her maintenance of the home as a home. JA is alone when he falls in love with being in love. It is at this point that he leaves the companionship of his brother for the first time. When he finds that he is to be a father, he leaves his brother again and ultimately his family and home.

    There seems to be a link between love and solitude. The power of love immediately isolates a person from the ordinary surround of the house and its inhabitants. Solitude may be the price for the investment of love. In yearning to be together, we begin to realize that we are alone. Ultimately, JA and Pilar reach “such a state of intimacy” that JA tells Pilar, “I want to be alone with you.” JA experiences what it is to be alone in his yearning for Pilar. He is then together with Pilar but isolated from his family. He would finally like “to be alone with” Pilar in the full knowledge of his family.

    In addition, we seem to be most alone after we have understood what it is to be together. The death of Melquiades doubles the solitude of JAB. I guess what I am trying to say is that the solitude may have always been there, but it is understood, known and named through the lens of love. This is a time when “the world was so recent that many things lacked names.”

    Solitude also seems linked to dedication and work and belief in one’s own work. This is the case with JAB in his studies and Ursula when she finds the mail road while seeking her son. Maybe this is the solitude of passion.

    - Susan

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 16, 2003 - 10:04 pm
    "First in the order of genesis comes essence since it spreads out the field of forms through which existence may travel and may pick up one form after another along its special path. Matter in this order is second and truth third; for truth is the ideally complete description of the existing world, as it is, has been, and is to be. Finally spirit with all its discoveries comes last, because the psyche -- without which spirit could not arise or live -- is a trope established in matter; that is to say, a truth concerning the order and cohesion of certain events in the flux of nature."
    George Santayana ~ Animal Faith 1967 p.145-46.

    GolferJohn
    November 17, 2003 - 01:49 am
    me there were two kinds of Gypsies.

    If we want to cling to the Eden analogy, Melquiades was almost god-like in the gifts he brought.

    Magnets: To extract gold and all the other resources the earth has to offer.

    Lens: To let us see beyond our narrow existence.

    Pendulums: An effort to create perpetual motion and, thus, eternal life.

    The later Gypsies offered more immediate and earthy gratifications, and they lured at least one of the original inhabitants out of the little Eden to exotic spots where he found the opportunity to raise cain.

    It kinda reminds me of a question I once encountered on a psychological assessment: "Would you rather write a great book or be sexually stimulated?"

    I am still working on my great book.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 17, 2003 - 02:29 am
    and so we have eve seducing adam -- then he banishes himself from acadia --

    georgehd
    November 17, 2003 - 05:18 am
    The last four posts are wonderful and help me to more fully understand the book. Thanks particularly for the Santayana quote.

    I wonder if 'solitude' for Marquez also refers to a time of story telling that was but is no longer. The gift of words from his grandmother to him alone and which reside alone in his head.

    MegR
    November 17, 2003 - 05:49 am
    Well, take a day off for just silliness and find I'm getting farther & farther behind here! (laughing!) Just printed out 4 pages (single spaced) of things to respond to since I last checked in here! Some super really good stuff coming in! Great job Joan & Maryal & everyone else!!!!

    Well, Joan, to your challenge: "...how would you build on the opening sentence, if given such an assignment? George, I'll bet you can come up from your solitude and complete the sentence, but almost afraid to ask...ahaha'Lordy,Lordy'." To be honest, suspect our George would provide much more interesting results - based on his postings here! (chortles!)

    I provided this for the assignment:

    Many years later, as (he/she) faced the firing squad,_________ was to remember that distant afternoon when (his/her) father took (him/her) to discover ice.

    Some of the solutions that my kids came up with were imaginative or reflected their own experiences: Ice was always cold or hot to the touch, smooth, transparent or translucent, reflective, glinting with opalescent sparks of color etc.etc.etc. Kids translated it into: literal ice on a mountain top; a wall of ice in a cave that enclosed a treasure of some sort or a hologram of some figure - sort of like Superman's parents speaking to him via projecting crystals (yeah - the comic book kid!); a building in the desert (or in newly reached civilization) faced with glass panes, glass blocks; "ice" i.e. diamonds or cubic z's; an edifice wrapped in mirrors; a mirrored room that enclosed the Amber Hall of the czars; a mirror in an isolated location that revealed secrets, one's own image, the viewer's fate or soul; a glasslike box that held a secret or treasure; a realization that one's heart frozen by the seemingly abandonment by a father could be revived by that parent's love. Sometimes they made me laugh with their hokeyness, sometimes they astonished me with their creativity, sometimes the honesty of their inadvertant revelations humbled me. So, Joan, I copped out here & gave you what the kiddos did. Will be back later w/ some specific responses to prior posting ideas. Soooooooo much good stuff! Need some coffee to get brain in gear! Off to the percolator! ~ Meg

    georgehd
    November 17, 2003 - 08:25 am
    Here is a link to an article about the author which appeared yesterday. There are three pages to the article which is most interesting.

    http://www.nytimes.com/2003/11/16/books/review/16STAPLET.html

    Joan Pearson
    November 17, 2003 - 08:57 am
    Well, Susan, what a pleasant surprise! Welcome to the Club! You make some thought-provoking observations! I'd like to zero in on what you had to say on the link between love and solitude. That LOVE isolates the lovers into their own desire for solitude. That's something to think about. I have been inclined to the notion that when you are lacking love, or lose love once known, you find yourself in a solitary place - isolated in that way. Barbara had observed that we appear to be viewing solitude as isolation, as synonyms...what do you all think?)

    "We seem to be most alone after we have understood what it is to be together." Oh Susan, how true. Like Maryal...and laughing Meg, I find this book to be very, very funny - hilarious and shocking at the same time. And yet, underneath the humorous tale, there are some very serious, even disturbing themes...never too far away from the surface. Are the rest of you experiencing the this fine line between the comedy and the tragedy of the human condition in this story?

    The founding families left Riohacha why? I understand why the Buendias left...They left willingly, didn't they? They did not choose to remain in the isolation of Maconda, but followed their charismatic leader into the solitude of Maconda - much as lovers are content when love is new, to settle in their own private solitary world?

    If we are to "cling to the Ëden analogy" as GolferJohn puts it, then Melquiades might make a fine God, don't you think? Melquiades makes these marvelous gifts to JAB, but he misunderstands, misinterprets their meaning their purpose. Or thinks he knows better than Melquiades.
    Magnets:
    Melquiades: Things have a life of their own"
    JAB: "To extract gold "from the bowels of the earth" - soon we'll have enough gold to pave..."
    Melquiades: "No, it won't work like that."

    Lens: To let us see beyond our narrow existence.
    JAB: They can be used as a weapon of war"

    Ice: JAB: "It's the largest diamond in the world."
    Melquiades: "No, it's ice."
    At any rate, the father states "it is the greatest invention of our time" ...and the young impressionable son remembers this when he faces what could be his last moment on earth.

    Why would JAB make this assessment? I have my own idea, but would love to hear from you first. Why is ice more outstanding - and memorable than all of the other wonders introduced to Maconda?

    georgehd
    November 17, 2003 - 09:56 am
    Joan, if you read the short bio at the end of the book, you will note that the author was introduced to ice by his grandmother, I believe and I think that it is, in part, his memory of that occasion that transforms into his writing. He imagines houses built out of ice and I have no idea where that comes from.

    Joan we were posting together... the group got into a good discussion of truth and reality in the Life of Pi discussion, a book that challenges one's understanding of both.

    Joan Pearson
    November 17, 2003 - 09:59 am
    Laughing Meg, what wondrous replies your "kids" came up with up! Thank you for taking the time to share them! How old were these "kids"? You read this book with them? Whoooeee! Carolyn reminds us how children learn - how we learned "listening to bits and pieces of past events at random" - Perhaps your students had an easier time with the book than we are having...they accept learning bits and snatches of different eras, out of chronological order. They also accept the fantastic! (Carolyn, I hope your granddaughter never outgrew that imagination - that WAS the wonderful annecdote I remembered from when she so young.)

    I can see Marquez "presenting some ironic contrasts to the Biblical Eden, " as you suggest, Carolyn. I'm not one who is "clinging" to the Eden analogy...there's lots more going on. The analogy is there, yes, but so are those "prehistoric eggs"...

    Barbara, it is interesting to note that Santyana and Marquez were writing at the same time - the late 60's. Surely must have been familiar with one another's work, both concerned with truth as it has always and ever will be. Wasn't it you, George, who brought up the truth/reality question? Is it time to talk about the difference? I see it in Macondo...

    Does anyone here remember when Evolution was introduced into school curricula? Was is in the late sixties? There was quite a row, which is still going on now. I'm wondering if Marquez is responding to that controversy.

    George, I do remember the LIfe of Pi discussion...remember especially how we opted to "believe" the fantastic story over the realistic explanation - the fantastic contained more "truth"...

    I'll go read the "ice" part of the bio...still want to know why he would include it here as the "greatest"...could be that his granny told him that and he believed it, just as Aureliano believed his father in our story...

    georgehd
    November 17, 2003 - 10:11 am
    As a former biology teacher who began teaching in 1959, I included evolution as one of the major theories of modern biology. The concept had been taught for some time in colleges and universities and most progressive high schools. Some states banned the teaching of evolution and so text book publishers were afraid to put it into their books. However, the Biological Sciences Curriculum Study, which started to revise high school biology texts in the early '60's did include evolution as a major part of their texts (there were three versions). These books were subsequently adopted by many states and publishers were encouraged to include evolution as a bona fide concept. I believe that the scientific community fully accepts the concept of evolution as there is a lot of evidence to support the theory. However, religious fundamentalists in the US continue to believe in the literal Bible and therefore reject the theory of evolution. To the extent that there is an increase in the US of fundamental Christianity, there is also an increase in the pressure to exclude evolution from high school texts.

    Since Marquez wrote as a Columbian and based the book on his experience, I doubt that the controversy over evolution in the US would have affected him. I am not sure what the official position of the Catholic Church was at that time, but it, I believe, now accepts evolution as valid doctrine.

    Deems
    November 17, 2003 - 10:36 am
    George was teaching evolution and I was studying biology at the same period. Evolutionary theory was in our text. I didn't realize that Catholics ever had trouble with Darwin, but conservative, Bible-believing in the strictest sense (the earth has only been around for about four thousand years, etc.) are certainly against the teaching of evolution unless "creationism" is taught at the same time and sometimes not then.

    About ICE--I don't know how many of us have ever spent time in a Caribbean country outside of the tourist area where hotels are reliably air conditioned.

    I taught for two summers in San Juan and lived in University housing which turned out to be a small apartment with one air conditioner in the bedroom. If I remembered to shut the bedroom door, that unit would just barely manage to make the room cool enough for sleeping, without any covers except for a sheet. It was so hot (I was there in the summer) that if one sat in the shade and read a book, one sweated. And sweated. My hair was almost always wet.

    I can't think of anything more desireable in a tropical town such as Macondo than ICE. No wonder houses made of ICE are imagined. ICE is a true miracle in that climate. It would be better to have a house made of ice than a house with a golden floor!

    Meg has been working on the meaning of the names in this novel. Meg, oh laughing one, sort out those of the characters we meet in the first two chapters and give them to us. Meg emailed them to me, but I want her to get the credit for the research!

    Maryal

    Scrawler
    November 17, 2003 - 10:59 am
    "When he [Gabriel Garcia Marquez]was still a baby, his parents moved to another town, and he stayed behind and lived with his maternal grandparents until he was eight years old. It was an experience he later described as "extraordinary" because both his grandmother and grandfather were marvelous storytellers. Their fascinating tales (his grandmother favored the supernatural, while his grandfather liked history), the long decline in Arcataca [the place were his grandparents lived], and the myths and superstitions of the townspeople all played major roles in shaping the young boy's imagination and perception of reality." (Gabriel Garcia Marquez - "World Press Review" July 1994.)

    I have to say that the above paragraph reminded me of my own grandfather when he told me stories at the tender age of eight or nine. Perhaps it was the twinkle in his eye, but somewhere deep inside I knew that they were probably not true, but that fact didn't really matter - they were just wonderful stories that I still cherish to this day. I think each fiction story has at least one grain of truth to it. This novel seems to have several.

    Biblical Garden of Eden:

    I can't say that Macondo can be described as a Garden of Eden. Jose Buendia was trying to reach somewhere else when they finally decided to stay in Macondo. I doubt that they saw themselves as isolated. They were probably to busy trying just to survive to really think about solitude. But perhaps that is it - do you really have to think about solitude to experience it?

    Scrawler (Anne of Oregon)

    MegR
    November 17, 2003 - 12:14 pm
    "fact vs fiction" - Saw those words in someone's post and an immediate ARRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH! escaped! No, I didn't read Life of Pi until well after that discussion ended. Got caught in DaVinci Code thinking I was going to read Dante Club instead! (Second "D" title infinitely much, much better than first one!) We so wallowed in fact/fiction business in DaVinci that I almost reached the point of pulling fistfulls of hair out! (laughing) We don't need to distinguish "historical facts" from truths of characters in this novel ! Again - this IS fiction and Marquez is weaving an extended parable for us. Do we get into heavy duty debates about Aesop's tortoise & hare's realistic or fictional lives/motivations???!! Side note on this subject, I am using paperback whose cover appears above. On back, Wm Kennedy (whose books I usually devour) says with hyperbolic verve and error that "One Hundred Years of Solitude is the first piece of literature since the Book of Genesis that should be required reading for the entire human race. It takes up not long after Genesis left off (I never realized that Sir Francis Drake lived in such close contact to those early "begots".) and carries through to the air age, reporting on everything that happened in between with more lucidity, wit, wisdom, and poetry than is expected from 100 years of novelists...."(bold stresses are mine)

    MegR
    November 17, 2003 - 12:17 pm
    Have just finished reading #54 to #85. Five recurrent themes seem to be running thru these. Will start Eden one. Joan asked: Meg, you don't see the isolation of Macondo as "solitude" - how do you see the Garden of Eden?

    For the literal obsessive that I can be, this primal story implies/requires the presence of: an omnipotent creator; virginal surroundings (primordial ooze or jungle or forest -i.e. a setting untouched by humans); innocent human inhabitants (usually limited in number); a rule for residency (ban on Tree of Knowledge); a test of faith/freewill/intelligence/mettle; a challenger (i.e. snake in biblical version - this doesn't have to have a moral component for me); a character with a thirst for knowledge and understanding; and an active choice for growth that carries repercussions. I don't think that our author is attempting to recreate an ideally edenic parallel in this novel.

    Many of our group have questioned or drawn comparisons or contrasts to the biblical version. George said, "As to the comparison with the Biblical Garden of Eden, one could say that JAB is biting into the scientific apple in this chapter. Whether that will lead to his downfall, I am not sure yet..." Joan adds, "Some of you see Macondo as a kind of Eden...Andydescribes it akin to the description in Genesis of the Garden - as it is being prepared for man's habitation. Marquez describes it as a place that has no names...JAB a kind of Adam, naming flora and the fauna....And yet, and yet there are differences// The first family of Macondo, the Buendia's, had roots elsewhere. They brought themselves to Macondo - this is not their Eden, is it? It just occurred to me while reading your comments. Are the Buendia's exilees from another happier place - as the result of their "sin" are they banished from that former happiness? Is Macondo then the world in which this Adam and Eve must build a new home for themselves AFTER THEIR FALL? "

    Barbara questions, ".... wanting gold says to me they are not in an Eden where their every need is satisfied- they have desires for more - or at least JAB has desires for more - of what value is the gold if they are isolated - what need will be satisfied with gold?" I especially loved GolferJohn's observation, "In the beginning, Macondo may be isolated, but it is self-sufficient. It lacks the most basic of the professionals--teachers, clergy, physicians and lawmakers--but does not suffer from their absence. ...." (This village of Macondo functions quite well without the "blowhard" professions! - This just appealled to my warped sense of humor!) Then Joan reminds us of Marquez's initial description of the village - Macondo was a village of twenty adobe houses, built on the bank of a river of clear water that ran along a bed of polished stones, which were white and enormous, like prehistoric eggs.

    Horselover continued, "...(there) are also other similarities to the first books of the Bible. In the first chapter, the narrator says that "the world was so recent that many things lacked names," an obvious reference to the "In the Beginning" opening of Genesis, when the Lord creates the world, and then the objects that fill it. Macondo is described as an Eden-like village where no one grows (has grown) old and no one dies. The founders of this village, JAB and Ursula are a kind of Adam and Eve. Like Adam and Eve, they are driven from their homes(JAB leaves because of his guilt -Prudencio's pitiful ghost haunts him & JAB can't sleep), to wander in the less idyllic world because of a crime they("they"? Wasn't this JAB's action?) have committed, the murder of Prudencio Aguilar. JAB, like Adam, develops an obsession with knowledge which destroys his idyllic existence. Maybe Melquiades is like the serpent when he provides the temptation to seek the destructive knowledge.

    Then, Carolyn A made a little bell ring for me when she said, " Perhaps GGM intends to suggest the early Macondo as a kind or Eden in order to present some ironic contrasts to the Biblical Eden. Here it's the man, not the woman, who succumbs to the temptation of worldly knowledge, "biting into the scientific apple" as George puts it. Rather than being cast out of the Garden JAB of his own free will attempts to escape to the sea, but is unable to find the way. Like it or not, he must live on in Macondo. And it's Ursula who finds the route to civilization, bringing in new settlers when she returns. (Italics are mine! :-})

    Golfer John added "If we want to cling to the Eden analogy, Melquiades was almost god-like in the gifts he brought....The later Gypsies offered more immediate and earthy gratifications, and they lured at least one of the original inhabitants out of the little Eden to exotic spots where he found the opportunity to raise cain." (Thought you'd slide that pun by didn't you! -chucklng!)

    For me, the Macondo/Eden comparison is problematic. First, we don't see an omnipotent creator. We don't see an innocent (except possibly Ursula). Macondo is peopled by folks who come from a society/village that has at least 4 generations of traditions and cultural knowledge. Sure, untravelled hinterlands of Colombian jungles can substitute for an idyllic/pristine setting. There is no challenger here to encourage disobedience. The "act" of will that JAB performs (Prudencio's murder) has no valid justification. Prudencio screamed at JAB when his fighting cock defeated P's bird, "Congratulations!...Maybe that rooster of yours can do your wife a favor." Don't think that a machismo search for revenge because JAB was accused of having inadequate parts/ of being unable to use them or of not knowing how to use them justifies the murder. JAB's motivation is really petty. Nothing ennobling or redemptive in this action. It makes sense to me that Eve was the one who was hungry for knowledge, that she accepted the consequences of her choice. In a way, sort of feel that she had to chomp on that apple in order to provide humankind with freewill (which implies a knowledge of good & evil in order for one to make a choice). Yes, I can understand all of your interps of this strand. I'm still balking w/ comparison between two stories because parallels seem very weak to me. For those of you who don't know me. I have no problem w/ being challenge or corrected! (laughing) Skin's pretty thick ~ and some will say, so's my head! Meg

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 17, 2003 - 12:55 pm
    Meg your comment "Macondo/Eden comparison is problematic. First, we don't see an omnipotent creator. We don't see an innocent (except possibly Ursula). Macondo is peopled by folks who come from a society/village that has at least 4 generations of traditions and cultural knowledge. Sure, untravelled hinterlands of Colombian jungles can substitute for an idyllic/pristine setting. There is no challenger here to encourage disobedience."

    As I read I chuckled at my own need to nail down, based on childhood education, what Eden was like - we have this sanitized concept of the Garden of Eden with the only natural thing being the snake - lots of trees and flowers but no bugs or bees - no sex - no need to build a house - no one in Eden except Adam and Eve each wearing stragically placed fig leaves.

    The mythology of the Garden of Eden really is as fantastic in the sencse of fantacy as Macondo with flying carpets and a God in the form of a gypsy who brings magnets, and magnifying glass and alchamy - it is so like an Indian myth explaining how the buffalo brought this or that or this - or that a women with a special experience became a star constillation - this is like a creation myth and when you really examine it, our interpretation of the Garden of Eden is more myth like than a slice of reality.

    Machismo - is so much more than petty - it is a Code of Honor brought by the Conquistadors - this code is what makes you a man - this is the code a man of honor lived by - this code is still very strong in so many areas of the world and one we have dismissed - yes, it is the basis for keeping women in their place but it is also why (I cannot remember his name) the fighter in the hills of Mexico now in current live history, is so admired - he is like the myth character in England, Robin Hood - he helps and honors women protecting them from the use of rape as a weapon by the Mexican army - he experiences great physical sacrifice without complaint to help the people - the law they abide with is not a written law but the code of Machismo.

    We may laugh at the scene where he insists she dispense with the chastity belt but it is a clash of his manhood beyond what we label macho - this is his basic spirit as a man in question - does he take into consideration this women, his beloved's fear of producing a child that could have a tail or any unknown visiable affects of their relationship being so close since they are cousins.

    This is like the clash of the Gods - will heaven strike - the entire incest concept and then the various images when JB has his first sex is what Cain and Able would have experienced if the only women on earth at the time was their mother Eve.

    Deems
    November 17, 2003 - 01:04 pm
    Yep, same problem here, Meg. I can see the comparison to when the world was very young and things didn't have names. But would Eden be so HOT? I don't think so. Rather than try to draw exact paralells, I think we are advised simply to accept the fact that the Bible lies behind many an epic.

    I think what Macondo and Eden have in common is the newness and the loss of innocence. Isn't that what happens in the Garden of Eden? Adam and Eve eat of the fruit of the forbidden tree and lose their innocence as well as their immortality. Ok, there's a similarity to Eden--none of the residents of Macondo have yet died. There's even a lack of cohesion here, with the loss of innocence though, since JAB has already killed a man before he founds Macondo.

    Furthermore, as Meg points out, Macondo is the village that JAB and his friends set up when he has to leave his hometown because Prudentio's ghost won't leave him alone. Thus we have a murder preceding rather than following the expulsion from the Garden.

    I'm not worried about what is real (historically real) and what is fiction since this book is, by definition, fiction. It doesn't claim to be historical fiction. And there are fabulous elements to it as well.

    ~Maryal

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 17, 2003 - 01:20 pm
    We may believe murder, as part of war is correct, if we collectively, as a nation, are harmed - machismo considers each man to be a nation and therefore, he must act if his honor or the honor of his family or women are questioned and so where we murder calling it war - cultures that practice machismo murder one on one - It is why the US never really understoon the so called mafia who practice the code of machismo.

    With that you can see Prudencio not so much as a horrible act of murder but more like another of the Mexician myths that may be active in Columbia - Gabriel García Márquez wrote the book within eighteen months while living in Mexico - he was on a car trip with his family when the whole of the Latin American culture and experience came to him - but back to Prudencio who reminds me of the legend of La Llorona and the experience here in Central Texas with the Legand.

    I've shared this before here on seniornet but I do not remember in what context - there are several versions of the La Llorona legand - esentially you have a wailing women coming to take a child, usually a girl child to replace the child she had to drown, each version has a different reason, and so La Llorona drowns herself but where ever their is moving water beware - La Llorona can get you.

    Well in the small town of Lockhart just 20 or 30 minutes south of Austin toward the end of the Spring Term there were a couple of Mexican 6 grade girls who were so frightened of La Llorona being in the Girls restroom that they would not use the rest room all day - gradually their fear spread and no Mexican girl in the Lockhart primary school would risk the rest room - The mexican mothers got in on insisting their daughter's perceptions were correct - they not only had to close the restroom down and arrange alternatives but it got so bad they ended up building another school - this was all back in the late 1960s.

    And so the idea of La Llorona still being a force among some Mexican families - times have changed here as more and more Mexican woman attended collage - but it was easy for me to smile and accept the ghost of Prudencio with the plug in his neck looking for water.

    And to this day regardless the wealth or price of a home - I have yet to work with a Mexican family who when their house goes on the market they do not buy a statue of the Virgin Mary - walk backwards around their house three times, sprinkle salt on the way and then bury upside down head first the statue within the path they have created.

    We do things like pray certain established prayers, use holy water or evoke God through various ceremonies with flowers, bells, hymns, clapping, building grand or simple - you name it - each culture has its own way of evoking their God...

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 17, 2003 - 01:40 pm
    Here is a link to one version of the legend of La Llorona: http://www.suite101.com/article.cfm/8505/58848

    And here is another slightly different version http://www.tsha.utexas.edu/handbook/online/articles/view/LL/lxl1.html

    And still another version that makes it a more personal La Llorona rather than this myth of an entire culture. http://www.ghosts.org/faq/4-1.html

    And this great site that examines the legand comparing it to other important Mexican legands and the culture. http://www.tearsofllorona.com/llorona2.html

    Seems to me the more we know of the legends and culture of Latin America the more we can enjoy this book...

    GolferJohn
    November 17, 2003 - 02:30 pm
    In the imperfect parallel of Macondo to Eden, I think I see examples of GGM's remarkable use of whimsey as a form of satire.

    A benevolent diety created for Adam and Eve a perfect home, and I know of no evidence they ever desired to roam before they were cast out.

    JAB and his little group were cast into Macondo when they couldn't find the destination they really sought, and they even made one futile attempt to escape. Yet, once there, they seemed to have all their needs met without excessive toil. JAB certainly had plenty of time to become a parody of a renaissance man while his wife built a fortune by selling little candies. Furthermore, there was no death and no illnesses until introduced by outsiders. Perfection was not much more than air conditioning away.

    While I am almost certainly reading beyond GGM's intent, even the name, Macondo, strikes me a humerous. Mondo is similar to mundo, the Spanish word for world, and Mac has become a colloquial prefix for trivialization. For example, dull, unchallenging work is referred to as a MacJob. MacWorld is not a bad name for a hot, humid, and isolated little corner of the world that shares somes characteristics with Eden.

    I have some other thoughts on how GGM uses names as shorthand notation for characterization, but I think I should wait until we have covered more chapters.

    horselover
    November 17, 2003 - 08:33 pm
    The whole question of solitude is very complex. Most of us think of solitude as something we seek occasionally, not permanently. We appreciate things most in contrast with their opposite--life in the face of death, joy when faced with sorrow, and solitude when the demands of others encroach on our time and space. We like being alone in small doses, but do not want to be lonely. Sometimes we just want someone with whom we can be alone together.

    JAB's solitude would have been untenable if Ursula and the children had not broken their backs "in the garden, growing bananas and caladium, cassava and yams, ahuyama roots and eggplants." He is dependent on others even as he pays no attention to them. He withdraws into himself to concentrate on his work, but he is sustained by his family and by the village. Studies have shown that when someone is truly isolated, he will soon become disoriented, suffer from hallucinations and delusions, and eventually become psychotic. Solitude, like everything else in life, is best enjoyed in moderation.

    georgehd
    November 18, 2003 - 05:25 am
    I am most curious as to what John sees in the names as I am becoming hopelessly confused (I am in chapter 4). I also love the thought of MacWorld.

    Will be away for two weeks and will rejoin the group in December.

    Joan Pearson
    November 18, 2003 - 07:26 am
    George, you will be missed. When in December can we expect you back? You mention that you are becoming confused going into Chapter IV. Hopefully by the time you get back, we will have provided some light on your confusion. We are looking forward to John's take on the names too. I read somewhere, but can't remember now, the reason why Marquez reuses the same names throughout. I think he may have wished to show how man really doesn't change over time and the use of the same names underlines this fact. I agree, John, we will be ready for your name analyses after a few more chapters when we see more of this repetiion. (Love the MacWorld/Macondo -

    Let's keep Traudee in our thoughts and wish her a speedy recovery from her surgery scheduled today. She assures me that she has packed 100 Years - (even returned her library book and purchased her own copy!) The light is on for you too, Traudee.

    Anne, that's an interesting question -
    "Do you really have to think about solitude to experience it?"
    Hmmm...Offhand, I'd say "no"...oh, you can say, I need to be alone to hear myself think...and then think about how you can retreat. But I think people don't give it much thought. Susan mentioned yesterday that strong interest, a passion often sends someone into solitude. Isn't that what drives JAB...and also Aureliano into the lab? Is there danger in this? In separating oneself from the rest of society? (horselover, they've gone beyond moderation, wouldn't you say?) Anne, I don't think that JAB and Aureliano give their solitary time in the lab much thought. I remember Susan also talked about LOVE and SOLITUDE. I've been thinking of this and have my own question - Ubi caritas? Where is the love in this story? Do we see it yet in these first two chapters? Are JAB and Ursula a loving couple? Do they love their children? Is JA really in love with the little gypsy girl? I'm not seeing love - as I understand it but maybe you are?

    Joan Pearson
    November 18, 2003 - 07:40 am
    Meg, I don't think anyone will challenge you - most will be in agreement, to a point. Therer are parallel - John sees it as the imperfect parallel of Macondo to Eden and sees "examples of GGM's remarkable use of whimsey as a form of satire"...do you see them?

    - Maryal points out parallels between Macondo, its inhabitants and the Garden, Adam and Eve - the newness, starting from scratch, loss of innocence, loss of immortality.

    I'm seeing more an Adam and Eve AFTER the FALL...cast out of the Garden, attempting to make their way out in the world - and doing very well until they fall under the same temptations, the desire for MORE - that will tempt man OVER and OVER through time.

    I see them not so much as Adam and Eve, but rather their successors, doomed, fated, as we are to repeat the same story of Eden.

    Come to think of it, the Adam and Eve story is not very romantic, is it... They seem to find themselves together in the Garden, not through choice. Can we talk about the relationship between Ursula and JAB today? Is it a mistake to look for love between the two? Is it as Barbara points out a lack of cultural understanding to notice this? There IS a liberal dose of Machismo going on here, as B. pointed out. Not sure. Is it the lack of love that is at the bottom of their problems? I find Ursula a believable character. The fact that she has never been heard to sing does not surprise me.

    georgehd
    November 18, 2003 - 07:42 am
    Joan, I agree with you about the seeming lack of 'love' in the novel but I wonder if this is more to do with Marquez's style of storying telling. The characters, so far, do not seem to be really engaged with one another. They live together, they have sex, but because there is practically no dialogue, there is little interaction between characters. Solitude!

    I am underlining every time the word 'solitude' appears in the text.

    I will be away until December 2nd but will be able to follow your discussion from Baltimore. I just will not post much. I am taking the book with me.

    Deems
    November 18, 2003 - 11:33 am
    Meg has sent me some of her research on the meaning of characters' names. I thought I would post just a few of her findings today. There are many characters in this novel, but I have selected only ones in the first two chapters.

    Jose Arcadio Buendia


    Jose--form of Joseph from Heb. meaning "increaser"


    Arcadio--[arcade = from It. arcata (arch of a bridge), from L. arcus (a bow, an arch). Applied to passages formed by a succession of arches, avenues of trees and ultimately to any covered avenue, especially one lined with shops or amusements - hence - arcade game. Also Arcadian = district in Peloponnesus, taken by poets as an ideal region of rural felicity; from Gk. Arkas(gen. Arkadas) name of founder of Arcadia]


    Buendia-- [buenos (good) + dia (day)]


    Ursula--[from L. ursa (she-bear)]


    Aureliano--[aureole = from L. fem. adj. dim. of aureus (golden); in medieval Christianity, the celestial crown worn by martyrs, virgins etc. as victors over the flesh.]

    OK, that's enough for now. We have three characters with names that have word associations. Do you suppose that Marquez chose these names to convey meaning?

    John--You mentioned that you are interested in the names. What can you add to the above?

    ~~Maryal

    Scrawler
    November 18, 2003 - 12:55 pm
    "Melquiades had been repudited by his tribe, having lost all of his supernatural faculties because of his faithfulness to life. He dedicated himself to the operation of a daguerreotype laboratory. Jose Acradio Buendia had never heard of that invention. But when he saw himself and his whole family fastend onto a sheet of iridescent metal for an eternity, he was mute with stupefaction. That was the date of oxidized daguerreotype in which Joe Arcadio Buendia appeared with his bristly and graying hair, his cardboard collar attached to his shirt by a copper button, and an expression of startled solemnity. He was in fact frightened on that clear December morning when the daguerreotype was made, for he was thinking that people were slowly wearing away while his image would endure on a metallic plaque."

    Jose Acradio Buendia found that "people were slowly wearing away while his image would endure on a metallic plaque". I think Jose saw the daguerreotype frightening because he felt it would in tomb himself and his family exactly as they were on that December morning forever. Jose didn't see Melquiades' inventions as tools to make life easier or entertaining. Melquiades had said, himself, that: "Things have a life of their own...It's simply a matter of waking their souls." Did the daguerreotype capture Jose Buendia's soul? I wonder what the author met by the sentence: "Meliquides had been repudiated by his tribe, having lost all of his supernatural faculties because of HIS FAITHFULNESS TO LIFE"?

    "Ursula lost her patience. If you have to go crazy, please go crazy by yourself! she shouted. But don't try to put your gypsy ideas into the heads of the children. Jose Arcadio Buendia, impassive, did not let himself be frightened by the desperation of his wife, in a seizure of rage, she smashed the astrolabe against the floor."

    This sounds to me like a normal marriage - at least mine was like this. I believe that Ursula was a practical woman who lived in the real world, while her husband lived in a world of his own making. The phrase "she was never been heard to sing" I think meant that she was so worried about making a living for her family and keeping them safe that she really didn't have time to sing or to relax and enjoy herself.

    Scrawler.

    Deems
    November 18, 2003 - 01:19 pm
    Scrawler--I love you comment about the Buendia marriage sounding quite like many marriages. Ursula would prefer Jose to go mad on his own, and she is down-to-earth while he is constantly pursuing one "scientific" idea after another. I have the feeling that if he didn't have Ursula to ground him, JoseAB would float away over the mountains. He would most likely forget to eat if not fed.

    I'm not sure what that comment about the song that wasn't sung means. Could you give me a page number (if you have the paperback edition, that is).

    ~Maryal

    georgehd
    November 18, 2003 - 01:28 pm
    Scrawler, you are getting into chapter 3 which does not bother me as I have read it but the rest of the group may not have read the material you are refering to .

    horselover
    November 18, 2003 - 01:39 pm
    It seems as if there was originally "love" between Ursula and JAB. They expressed a desire to be married despite the relatives who tried to stop their marriage because they were cousins. They were married "amidst a festival of fireworks and a brass band that went on for three days." Marquez tells us that they would have been happy if Ursula's mother had not terrified her with terrible predictions about their offspring and advised her not to consummate the marriage. This is where the marital trouble starts. Then after the murder which arises from this, we are told that they are now "joined until death by a bond that was more solid than love: a common prick of conscience."

    As for Ursula's love for her child, why else would she become so agitated when JA went missing? Why would she search everywhere she could think of for him, even getting so far from the village that she "did not think about returning?" JAB, who admittedly does not seem upset by his son's disappearance, does search for his wife ceaselessly for three days. For several weeks, he cares lovingly for the baby, Amaranta, like a mother. He keeps her in the lab with him when he returns to work (of course, it is not healthy for the baby to breathe mercury vapors, but he does not know this).

    For these reasons, I think some of you are missing something when you say there is no love among the characters.

    GolferJohn
    November 18, 2003 - 02:02 pm
    Within the first two chapters, we see a couple of examples of how I think GGM is using names. Jose Arcadio Buendia has two sons, Jose Arcadio and Aureliano Buendia.

    I assume Jose Arcadio's surname is Buendia, but I've not seem him referred to as anything other than Jose Arcadio. One might think GGM did that to avoid confusion, but there is precious little evidence to suggest he chose his names to make things easy on the reader.

    As Jose Arcadio inherited only a fragment of his father's name, he also inherited only a fragment of his traits. Like JAB, he grows into a large and powerful man, but he shares none of the intellectual curiosity or fondness for inventive tinkering that make JAB a renaissance parody.

    Aureliano Buendia is not a large and powerful man like his father and brother. However, he shares his father's intellectual curiosity and loves to toil away in the lab. He's an artisan, a poet, and a seer. With typical GGM irony, he becomes a soldier because he displays none of the physical or mental traits usually associated with a fighting man. Of course, GGM warned us AB would do something unBuendia-like when he brought a new first name into the family tree.

    GGM will make the point that everything stays the same in several different ways, but in the case of his sons, it took two of them to replicate the father and, hence, each got only part of the name.

    GolferJohn
    November 18, 2003 - 02:18 pm
    I have seen no evidence of love between Ursala and Jose Arcadio Buendia. GGM lays it out on the second page of chapter two by saying, "...because actually they were joined til death by a bond that was more solid than love: a common prick of conscience. They were cousins."

    When reading a translation, I never know what nuances may have been lost or of those that may have been inadvertently added, but it seems GGM may have used a ribald pun to warn us of one of the consequences of the consanguinity of the couple.

    True enough Jose Arcadio was not born with a pig's tail, but he had his own "abnormailty" that became evident when he was still a child. While the unfortunate ancestor with the pig's tail remained a virgin and never allowed the pig's tail to be seen by a woman, Jose Arcadio harbored no such qualms about his genetic quirk. Ultimately, the ancestor died after a butchered attempt to remove the pig's tail. I wonder if and how GGM will reflect that event upon Jose Arcadio.

    horselover
    November 18, 2003 - 05:05 pm
    John, According to the theory of evolution, JA's abnormally large organ, is a useful genetic deviation, one that enables its owner to pass on his DNA to more progeny. On the other hand, the pig's tail caused its owner to become a loser in the genetic sweepstakes. The evolution of Homo Sapiens, according to this theory, relies on these useful genetic deviations to make us what we are today.

    GolferJohn
    November 18, 2003 - 08:35 pm
    horselover, Some of us have not realized the full benefit in our genes that evolution has to offer.

    Joan Pearson
    November 19, 2003 - 08:43 am
    Good morning!
    There is so much good stuff here...don't quite know where to begin. First, an observation - the best questions are those YOU bring up! And we love to have you draw our attention to passages you enjoyed - things we might have missed - like the pun John pointed out (hahaha, it's contagious!) - the "common prick of conscience" that united JAB and Ursula. Please continue! And some of you speak of your confusion - we REALLY want hear from you - it's amazing what group brainstorming on any topic can do! That's really what we are here for. There's so much in these first two chapters. It's important that we start out right with an understanding of GGM's world of Macondo.


    John observes that although JA was not born with the dreaded pig's tail, he was born with his own abnormality...associated with the transgression of one of Mother Nature's no-nos. His ancestor who WAS born with the tail affliction lived an unhappy celibate life, which finally killed him in an attempt to change that which nature had inflicted upon him for the sin of his parents. Will JA suffer consequences for his parents' transgression of the law of nature? Has that been predetermined? We need to keep an eye on this boy! (Pilar predicted he'd be very lucky in life"... it's in the cards.)

    Ursula cannot forget what they did - does she regret marrying this cousin of hers? "Whenever she became exercised over his (JAB's) mad ideas, she would leap back 300 years to when Sir Francis Drake attacked Riohacha." Is she placing the blame elsewhere? Yesterday I heard on the radio, don't remember the source - "A man has not failed, until he claims he was pushed."

    I sense strong determinism in these first two chapters. Is this to be a major theme of the book? I looked up determinism to be clear
    "the philosophical doctrine that every event, act and decision is the inevitable consequence of antecedants that are independent of the human will."
    If this is GGM's philosophy, then what does this mean for the Buendias? Horselover brings up Evolution - and wonders if JAB's DNA will be passed on to his progeny. Aren't evolution and determinism inextricably bound together? Where does man's free will enter into the scenario?

    In the very first paragraph of Chapter I, Melquiades tells JAB that things are what they are...they have a life of their own. But can JAB accept this? We're told he "goes beyond the genius of nature, beyond miracles and magic." Let's watch him...with HOPE? What happens to JAB will indicate (to me) how GGM views man's free will and ability to master his own universe...his own fate. I really want to hear how you interpreted this first message of the novel!

    Joan Pearson
    November 19, 2003 - 09:20 am
    Anne, yesterday you made the observation that that "Ursula was a practical woman who lived in the real world, while her husband lived in a world of his own making." I think so too...but was she always like this? As a girl did she have anything to sing about? Was she ever light-hearted? Would she have been the same person, had she not married JAB?
    " Ursula's capacity for work was the same as that of her husband. Active, small, severe, that woman of unbreakable nerves who at no mement in her life had been heard to sing, seemed to be everywhere from dawn until quite late at night."
    It sounds to me as if she has always been driven, - that being married did not make her into this "severe" woman. This description comes in Chapter I - at the same time JAB is described as a "youthful patriarch - collaborating with everyone, even in the physical work, for the welfare of the community." She is working hard from dawn to dusk...right beside her husband. She doesn't change by Chapter II. This is her personality... will she always be like this. Is it predetermined? Could she change if she wanted to? But JAB, I do see him change...

    Maryal, thanks for Meg's translation of the names - (where is Meg?) I think we should put into an html page in the heading - and add John's when he brings them to us. Let's look at JAB's name using Megspeak...
    Jose - increaser
    Arcadio - arch or span?
    Buendia - good
    No wonder the residents of Macondo followed this leader - I would too - With a name like that! He would lead us all on a path that would increase the common good...not as a dictator, mind you. He was a collaborator. Wanted everyone to share in the good, have the same good views, shade, proximity to water. Paradise.

    mburke
    November 19, 2003 - 12:05 pm
    As I am a litteral person with no imagination I did not think I would take part in this discussion, only follow along. But, no one has brought up the fact that the two families were intermarrying for a long time. Did others have the same fear as JAB and Ursula or did Ursala's Mother change history by implanting that fear in Ursala. Nothing more is ever said of this woman. Is the murder of Prudencio more important than the fear of incest?

    Scrawler
    November 19, 2003 - 12:16 pm
    I can see this as a love story, but not the story of two individuals and what they feel for each other, but rather a love of all humankind. JAB and Ursula love each other on the one level, but they also love humankind. Their exposure is limited at best, but when the gypsies come to Macondo they welcome them, timidly perhaps, but welcome them none the less. They embrace them as other living beings. I doubt they would have understood their action, but they do make an effort to love.

    Joan: I too see Macondo as "AFTER THE FALL...cast out of the Garden, atempting to make their way out of the world," but the way I see it they were going TOWARD pardise, but never make it. They simply stopped on their way to where they thought was paradise and decided to make to go of it in Macondo.

    Georgehed: I agree with you that the lack of dialogue bothered me at first. We hear the characters' thoughts and action more than what they say to each other. But in a way isn't this a reflection of real life. Two people can live in a house barely saying two words to each other, but does that mean they are not living. They each have their own thoughts and go about their lives in the same way they would if they had dialogue with each other.

    Maryal: Thanks for the information about the names. Understanding the author's choice of names certainly adds to the story.

    Scrawler

    Joan Pearson
    November 19, 2003 - 05:33 pm
    Oh dear, dear mburke! We NEED literal people such as yourself in this discussion if we are to get to the real message of the story.

    Let's look at the intermarraige...(inbreeding?) in the family tree of these families, shall we? I think that the murder of Prudencio was secondary...the real guilt comes from marrying the cousin - I feel that Prudencio could have insulted JAB for just about anything, insulted his manhood, and he would have reacted violently. Although it is true that the ghost of Prudencio haunts him to the point he feels he has to leave town.

    Do these people think that it is "wrong" or "risky" to marry close family members? That's a good question. Is it accepted practice? There was the one incident with Ursula's aunt's cousin...and everyone knew what happened to him. What do the rest of you think? Was the main transgression the murder, or the intermarriage, which is translated as "incest" here...?

    WELCOME, MBURKE!


    Anne, that's something to think about...JAB's love for mankind. I think what you describe as love between this husband and wife sounds - sad. Sad and lonely. They seem to have so little in common, with him in the lab all the time, and she trying to raise the boys and keep them afloat. Was it always like this? She seemed happy (happier) when they were all together working alongside the other founding families - making a better life for all of them - JAB was looking out for all of them as well as his own family. That's how he started out...what changed him from his social nature to the solitary scientist?

    I don't really see him reaching out and befriending the Indians or the gypsies either...except for Melquiades - not sure I'd call that love, though...

    horselover
    November 19, 2003 - 07:45 pm
    The cellular machinery that copies DNA sometimes makes mistakes. These mistakes alter the sequence of a gene. Mutation is a change in a gene. These changes are the source of new genetic variation. Natural selection operates on this variation. Each chromosome in our sperm or egg cells is a mixture of genes from our mother and our father. Close relatives, like Ursula and JAB, have similar gene sequences, and are therefore more likely to pass on mutations to their children. Any baby could end up with a genetic disorder caused by a new mutation. However, babies who have a disorder in their family tree face an extra risk of inheriting that disorder. JA’s unusual sexual organ was probably the result of mutations carried by his parents.

    Females may have an innate preference for some male trait. Suppose that female birds prefer males with longer than average tail feathers. Mutant males with longer than average feathers will produce more offspring than the short-feathered males. In the next generation, average tail length will increase. JA has obviously inherited a mutation favored by the females around him. A gypsy woman who wanders in while he is in bed with a gypsy girl admires his “magnificent animal.” She exclaims, “may God preserve you just as you are.” This mutation will probably allow JA to reproduce better than his contemporaries. In this sense, God will likely, over time, preserve this variation.

    I wonder if evolution, both social and biological, is one of the main themes of this book. The gypsies introduce mutant strains of knowledge which alter the stable social and economic continuity of the village in the same way that a mutant gene can change the course of evolution of a species.

    MegR
    November 20, 2003 - 05:13 am
    Well, I played hooky for a few days. Did some driving & visiting. Enjoyed solitude yesterday & just wallowed in indoor warmth & Amy Tan's newest while it was just too rainy & chilly outside. We've been busy bees here! Responses in no particular thematic order:

    First, Barbara, Maryal & Joan, I yield! (laughing!) Your additions to Eden story enriched our examination of Macondo. Yes, Joan, also think after-the-fall connections work too. ...they were going TOWARD pardise, but never make it. They simply stopped on their way to where they thought was paradise and decided to make to go of it in Macondo. Thanks!

    Barbara, you said that (GGM) he was on a car trip with his family when the whole of the Latin American culture and experience came to him... (when he wrote this story). Isn't Latin American - any country w/ Spanish, Portuguese or Italian as official language? Wouldn't Colombia count as a Latin American country? ~ or am I all wet on this one? Later, you mentioned that (you) shared ... several versions of the La Llorona legand with SNers before. Name rang a bell for me. Have you watched American Family on PBS? It's a series based on a Latino family in California by Gregory Nava. In one episode, the teenaged son did a video/film of this legend & it was tied to that shows story!

    Golfer John- Loved, your "MacWorld" thing! While I am almost certainly reading beyond GGM's intent, even the name, Macondo, strikes me a humerous. Mondo is similar to mundo, the Spanish word for world, and Mac has become a colloquial prefix for trivialization. For example, dull, unchallenging work is referred to as a MacJob. MacWorld is not a bad name for a hot, humid, and isolated little corner of the world that shares somes characteristics with Eden.

    You also said, I have some other thoughts on how GGM uses names as shorthand notation for characterization, but I think I should wait until we have covered more chapters. I first read this book back in the 70's when it was given to me by a S. American relative. He translated names for me back then & I seem to recall that that knowledged enriched my reading. Have been working on trying to find translations/ equivalents/etymologies of GGM's names in this work. Any other contributions or help will be appreciated! Will post what I have so far today.

    Joan you noted, Come to think of it, the Adam and Eve story is not very romantic, is it... They seem to find themselves together in the Garden, not through choice. Can we talk about the relationship between Ursula and JAB today? .... Is it the lack of love that is at the bottom of their problems? And then George adds, Joan, I agree with you about the seeming lack of 'love' in the novel but I wonder if this is more to do with Marquez's style of storying telling. The characters, so far, do not seem to be really engaged with one another. They live together, they have sex, but because there is practically no dialogue, there is little interaction between characters. Solitude! By George, I think you both have got it! (yeah, yeah! I can hear you groaning!) Think that these lack of love/solitude/no dialogue/little iteraction strands are good ones to track as we continue reading. Scrawler raises another good one too by questioning HIS FAITHFULNESS TO LIFE in re to Melquiades!

    Golfer John, You made me chuckle with GGM will make the point that everything stays the same in several different ways, but in the case of his sons, it took two of them to replicate the father and, hence, each got only part of the name. Well, knock my head! I always miss the obvious right in front of my nose! Good catch!

    Horselover, really enjoyed your last post on mutation of genes & evolution. Loved the combo of scientific & humor in your explanation and the question you raise at the end of it. I wonder if evolution, both social and biological, is one of the main themes of this book. The gypsies introduce mutant strains of knowledge which alter the stable social and economic continuity of the village in the same way that a mutant gene can change the course of evolution of a species. What will the descendants of our JAB & Macondo become?!!

    MegR
    November 20, 2003 - 06:03 am
    Please feel free to edit these as you wish. Sources are: 1.) male & female name section in back of Random House College Dictionary (1973); 2.) Online Etymology Dictionary( http://www.etymonline.com/) and 3.) my Spanish speaking & teaching pal, E. - (whom I am trying to convince to join the discussion as she's discovered that she has this novel & wants to read it!) These are the names from the family tree in the beginning of the novel and those that appear in the first two chapters. Things in red are not verified. Question marks indicate that I'm not sure the root word is valid.

    Aguilar ~ [? from L. aquilinus (eagle, hooked nose shaped like an eagle's beak)]

    Amaranta ~ [amaranth = from F. amarante, L. amarrantus, Gk. amarantos: literally "everlasting" from a(not) + stem marainein (die away); Gk. antos (flower); in classical use, a poet's word for an imaginary flower that never fades] Does anyone remember or know of a short story "How Beautiful with Shoes"? Major character in it was also named Amarantha.

    Arcadio ~ [?arcade = from It. arcata (arch of a bridge), from L. arcus (a bow, an arch). Applied to passages formed by a succession of arches, avenues of trees and ultimately to any covered avenue, especially one lined with shops or amusements - hence - arcade game. Also Arcadian = district in Peloponnesus, taken by poets as an ideal region of rural felicity; from Gk. Arkas(gen. Arkadas) name of founder of Arcadia]

    Aureliano ~ [?aureole = from L. fem. adj. dim. of aureus (golden); in medieval Christianity, the celestial crown worn by martyrs, virgins etc. as victors over the flesh.]

    Babilonia ~ [Babel = capitol of Babylon from Heb. Babhel (Gen. ix) from Akkadian bab-ilu (Gate of God), from bab (gate) + ilu (god). Name is a translation of Sumerian Ka-dingir Meaning "confused medley of sounds" is from biblical story of the Tower of Babel]

    Buendia ~ [from Sp. buenos (good) + dia (day)] - double checked w/ E. on this one

    Gaston ~ [from Fr. of uncertain meaning. ? Gascon? = native of Gascony, from L. Vasco, singular of Vascones, the name of ancient inhabitants of the Pyreenes (see Basque). Proverbially, " a boastful people", hence gasconade (n) "bragging talk" from the Fr.]

    Iguarin ~ [from Sp., from Arawakan iguana, iwana = local name for the lizard]

    Jose ~ [form of Joseph from Heb. meaning "increaser"]

    Macondo ~ {?} For some strange reason, I seem to recall my brother-in-law telling me that this name meant "city of the dead". Since he is there, I can't check with him & am seeking verification elsewhere. E tells me that it's an imaginary city and she's checking her resources for me on this one too. I do like "MacWorld" for this one!

    Mauricio ~ [ Maurice - from Fr. and L. "the Moor"]

    Melquiades ~ {?} This is another "still-checking-on-this-one". For some reason, again, I seem to recall bro-in-law telling me that this name translated into "wizard" or "sorcerer". E said that it's "an old-fashioned name of Mid-eastern root but could be allegory for Merlin." The name reminded me (sound-wise) of biblical Melchizedek (Melchisedeck?). Will have to look him up. Also found in dictionary (RH) a "Melchiades" who's listed as a saint & pope from 300's. Want to leave this one open-ended until we get something more concrete!

    Meme ~ {?}

    Moscote ~ (from Sp. "big fly") acc. to E

    Piedad ~ [from Sp. = "mercy)

    Pilar ~ [ pillar = from OFr. piler, from ML. pilare, from L. pila (pillar, stone barrier)]

    Prudencio ~ [ from L. prudentia (cautious, sensible, thrifty)]

    Rebeca ~ [from Heb. Ribqah (binding, a snare)]

    Remedios ~ [from L. remedium (a cure, remedy, medicine); from re- intensive prefix + mederi (to heal)]

    Renata ~ {?}

    Riohacha ~ [from Sp. rio (river) + hacha (axe) = Ax River or River of Axes] acc. to E

    Segunda ~ [from L. sequi (to follow); Sp. (second)]

    Sofia ~ [from Gk. sophistes (sage, wise,wisdom)]

    Ternera ~ ? [from Sp. - "young calf", (?heifer?)] from E who's not sure about this one

    Ursula ~ [from L. ursa (she-bear) + dim. -ula (little) = "little she-bear]

    Joan Pearson
    November 20, 2003 - 10:59 am
    horselover, I think that evolution MIGHT be a theme here...if linked with determinism. I can deal with the physical, the mutations as you describe. It is the determinism that bothers me - the unsettling feeling that man is what he is, that he has no capacity for change...that he will always revert to what he was born with. Why does that depress me? I'm reminded of a high school reunion attended several years ago. At first, we marvelled over how much we had changed. But then after the initial shock, and some serious chat, we all concluded that we were the same as so many years before, only more so!

    It might be interesting to start a list of what we see as THEMES of the book, since there seem to be more than a few...to see if they develop in later chapters. WE could put them in the heading. Meg, your name interpretations have been linked up in the heading. It is interesting to think that GGM is using these names to tell us something of his characters.

    From the names, we see the great "increaser of wealth" working to form a new community - an ideal community where everyone shares the wealth equally...even location to the well, shade ...not an easy task, but important to this man. (Does this begin to sound like communism to you?) He's married to the little "she bear"...whose primary concern is home and family. The only thing that can get her out of the house is when one of her "cubs" strays. She goes alone into the wilderness, looking for Jose Arcadio. Now this kid has the same name as his father, is it expected that he will also be interested in humankind...in spreading wealth evenly?

    I'm not exactly clear why he leaves Pilar when he knows she is pregnant with his child - are you? He leaves to follow the emaciated little gypsy girl, all skin and bones she is. No one can tell me it is love. No one can tell me that it is lust either - not after the amazing description of the sex he has experienced with Pilar. Can someone explain to me what it is that attracts him to this girl? I can understand Pilar, but not why he left her.

    Then there's JA's little brother...from his name, does GGM expect us to consider him a martyr of sorts? "martyr, virgin, victor over flesh"...hmm.. Whose genes at work here, horselover? If he takes after PAPA, I'm trying to figure out what facinates him in the lab? JAB wants to find ways to use the results of his research to increase wealth. But I don't see Aureliano in the lab for these reasons. He enjoys hearing details of JA's experiences with Pilar, but remains a virgin - almost as if he doubts his abilities in that area...He's a strange one, because he spends so much time alone and we don't know what motivates him. Surely a prisoner, though a willing one, of solitude.

    Deems
    November 20, 2003 - 11:04 am
    What a delight to see all the posts here this morning!

    I have only a few minutes today and tomorrow because of a tight schedule at work, but tomorrow I will print out your comments and respond to all of you.

    Just a few comments from me about the LOVE issue. I think that "love" as we think of it, between two partners or in a family, is not one of the major concerns of the novel whereas LOVE for humanity for the basic human tendency to make mistakes and putter around is. Scrawler (Anne) has already made this point, but I like to repeat things.

    I think this novel brings a different culture to us, one many of us are not familiar with. The family seems to be the main focus and the going on of the family, specifically the Buendias. We are less concerned with the individual than we are with the whole pack of them.

    I also think that perhaps one of the reasons that we don't see "love" portrayed in the way we are accustomed to is, and I think Anne pointed this out as well, the very small amount of dialog between the characters. We have short quotes, but no extended conversations. The narrator's voice is thus the one we hear. The narrator stresses what he wants us to know, to look at, to pay attention to.

    Anyhoo, I for one am accustomed to considerably more dialog than Marquez includes. Conversations between characters reveal how they feel about each other. Still---I'm getting used to this narrative form and enjoying it. It is very much like an old epic, Beowulf, for example, where the emphasis is on adventure, the group, and very little on individual characters.

    I'll be back tomorrow with more. It is the end of the semester and there are many deadlines. Eeeeeeeek.

    ~Maryal

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 20, 2003 - 01:14 pm
    hmmm I think we from the perspective of our culture, are interpreting Solitude differently then the Latin American culture -- I cannot get these Spanish web sites to link so that you can see them translated so I am going to copy the English translation of what they are saying --
    Only in the last years the solitude has been considered like a clinical problem, that it requires of a specific therapy.

    The subject has received enormous importance, since it has a high incidence, as much in the population in general like in people who present/display some degree of misalignment.

    The solitude also is considered like one of the possible factors that cause other disorders. Among them depression, suicide and serious medical problems, like the cardiovascular diseases.

    This problem systematically had been denied like an upheaval that it requires of a serious attention, perhaps because who not always undergo it admit that she can be the root of other evils. Or they do not want to recognize itself like "single", because they experience shame of its feelings or their inadecuación to surpass the isolation.
    Not exactly the peaceful time alone to dwell on your own thoughts that we consider the word Solitude to mean - here is another site with further interpretation of Saludad - the Spanish word for Solitude.
    One does not know what is the consolation of the heart but when we remained single. - Edgar Allan Poe

    There is no greater poverty than the solitude. - Mother Teresa de Calcuta

    Perhaps the greater mistake about the solitude is that everyone goes by the world believing to be the unique one that suffers it. - Jeanne Marie Laskas

    The solitude is the teacher who with time teaches to you what you were, is and will be. - anonymous


    The Heanne Marie Laskas quote is either saying that everyone who suffers from solitude thinks they are unique or that we think that suffering from solitude is unique - but all the information indicates that solitude or Soladad is a form of suffering.

    This is so serious it is considered an issue needing emotional repair. This view of solitude could be that there is a bit of a difference in the translation or and possibly and - the Latin Culture as Maryal points out is not about two partners - it is about family, and more the love of humanity with a greater understanding of the basic human tendency to make mistakes.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 20, 2003 - 01:42 pm
    Along with Maryal's description of the family being the center rather then the individual -- rather then simply focusing on the "Pack of them" I would think that anyone of them who seperates themselves in some fashion from the pack is experiencing Soladad or Solitude and therefore is in the midst of a problem that we can be looking in the story to see how the problem is solved.

    In the beginning heheheh was the word and the word was God...

    OK in the beginning when Ursula wears her chastity belt she is seperating her sexuality from not just JAB but from experienceing life...she could not go on like that for her entire life and if she did pull that off we would very much then see her as needing some help - that she had a problem that needed to be solved - in the case of the story it was solved by JAB insisting no more chastity belt right then and there - he even spears another hmmm the spear is a phallic symbol that kills where as he intends to create life with Ursula.

    We have JAB trying out all the wonders brought to him by Melquiades - more and more JAB isolates himself from the family as he attempts to understand and develop these wonders - till Ursula tells him if he is going to go crazy to do it by himself; as if he should take himself away from the family, the community and not subject the family, the community to his Soladad.

    Scrawler
    November 20, 2003 - 02:16 pm
    Maryal: I'm reading the hardback copy of the book, so I'm not sure if your book will be the same.

    "Ursula' capacity for work was the same as that of her husband. Active, small severe, that woman of unbreakable nerves who at no moment in her life had been heard to sing seemed to be everywhere, from dawn until quite late at night, always pursued by the soft whispering of her stiff, starched petticats..." (Page 9, paragraph 2)

    Horselover: Thanks for the interesting post.

    My grandparents were cousins when they married. They had been betrothed to each other at the tender age of three bringing two wealthy families together. For centuries this practice of marrying cousins in Greece and later in America was acceptable as long as you had permission from the Greek Church.

    Scrawler

    Kathleen Zobel
    November 20, 2003 - 02:43 pm
    This is the third book by a Latin American author I've at least started to read..the first was by a woman (Allende?) but I found the myths overwhelming so I didn/t finish it; the second one was Corelli's Mandolin which I couldn't put it down...myths and magic were just part of the characters lives; now in 100 years I again find the mythical and the magical an integral part of the characters lives.

    These first two chapters portray primitive living and gives us a good idea of the culture. Did Marquez say the 100 years started in the late 1800s?

    The characters are fascinating. Thr relationship between Ursula and Jose Arcadio Buendia is similiar to many couples who have been married for at least 10 years in our culture. Their parental responsibilities are also similar to ours...Ursula sees herself responsible for the children's physical and emotional well being, and when she tells Jose the children are not learning because he is always with his inventions, he immediately starts teaching them his work with metals.

    How Jose, Junior reacts to his first foray into manhood is hilarious, and his descriptions of how he feels about sex to his younger brother are priceless.

    I'm ready for the next chapter.

    horselover
    November 20, 2003 - 06:49 pm
    Joan, I can understand why determinism would depress you. Many people argue that determinism poses a threat to the existence of free will. They believe, or fear, that the laws of nature act like unalterable prescriptions. Since genetic predispositions to everything from cancer or diabetes to criminal behavior or homosexuality are being reported almost daily in the scientific literature (and overstated in the media), a new kind of genetic determinism is invading our culture. This "Genes R Us" theory minimizes the effect of environmental and social interventions that operate on the individual, and even denies the existence of free will. I think we are all uncomfortable with a world in which every aspect of human behavior is hard-wired into our genes. Such a world does not exist alongside the concept of personal responsibility and free will to try to follow the moral law of right and wrong which people of faith believe is the foundation of their religion.

    Genetic Determinism is the notion that our genes determine who we are at every level: physical, emotional, and behavioral. For example, many people assume that a clone of Michael Jordan would have the same success at basketball as does the "original." Few, if any, biologists would agree. Some genes do create a form of determinism–an inevitable prescription for a specific disease such as Huntington’s Chorea or Cystic Fibrosis. But this is rare, and even these genes create variability in the age of onset and in the severity of symptoms. More importantly, most genes create only a susceptibility to certain types of illness or behavior(like shyness), leaving the individual to control how to deal with his individual nature. Will you eat a proper diet, exercise, control your blood pressure, etc. Will you take a course in public speaking?

    Evolution is neither good nor bad. It merely solidifies mutations that are useful adaptations to the environment. This is in no way linked to determinism. We, as the inheritors of all previous adaptations, have the power and responsibility to make of them what we will. JA's abnormally large organ did not obligate him to get Pilar pregnant, or to copulate and run off with the gypsy girl. These were choices that he made.

    georgehd
    November 21, 2003 - 04:44 am
    I am trying to keep up with the discussion, though not at home.

    Joan, if you really want to be depressed by the seeming lack of man's progress (post 123 I think) come see what is going on in Rome 2000 years ago. Man seems to repeat his/her mistakes quite often.

    We have not dealt at all with "the firing squad" that is a recurring theme and seems to portend some kind of "fall". At the moment I have nothing to say about this other than I find it intriguing.

    Can someone enlighten me as to how to change colors or fonts in a post. Just email me.

    MegR
    November 21, 2003 - 08:09 am
    Aureliano ~ ~ Joan,you noted, Then there's JA's little brother...from his name, does GGM expect us to consider him a martyr of sorts? "martyr, virgin, victor over flesh"...hmm.. Isn't it funny how different things catch our attention? I remembered my b-i-l telling me that Aureliano's name meant "gold or golden" i.e. "the golden child", the sunkissed one, the one on whom the gods had endowed special gifts. (his precogniscience?) I couldn't find Aurelius in my Latin primer, or in any name list I had. Closest word I could find to the root was "aureole" - "a golden halo" - so I figured that that would provide at least a close translation, but not an exact one. You keyed in on the second part of the "aureola" def, which I didn't even consider w/ Aur's name! You continued, If he takes after PAPA, I'm trying to figure out what facinates him in the lab? JAB wants to find ways to use the results of his research to increase wealth. But I don't see Aureliano in the lab for these reasons. He enjoys hearing details of JA's experiences with Pilar, but remains a virgin - almost as if he doubts his abilities in that area...He's a strange one, because he spends so much time alone and we don't know what motivates him. Surely a prisoner, though a willing one, of solitude. What I didn't even consider as being an important part of that def. does fit - now that you've pointed it out, Joan! Thanks!!!!! Also think that it was George who reminded us that this Aureliano is our colonel of the opening sentence who is facing his death, remembering ice and his father. What's to happen to our "golden boy"? What will he do? What choices will he make, and will he accept responsibility for them as horselover points out?

    Love for Humanity ~ ~ Maryal, Anne, Barbara and Kathleen, raised this concept - and if we're starting a list of "repeated themes/strands/images in this novel", Joan, could we add that to the list? I loved Maryal or Anne's statement that, -I think that "love" as we think of it, between two partners or in a family, is not one of the major concerns of the novel whereas LOVE for humanity for the basic human tendency to make mistakes and putter around is. Kathleen's comment later on and Maryal's observation also made some connections for me. Kathleen told us that "This is the third book by a Latin American author I've at least started to read..the first was by a woman (Allende?)[was it House of the Spirits?] but I found the myths overwhelming so I didn/t finish it; the second one was Corelli's Mandolin which I couldn't put it down...myths and magic were just part of the characters lives; now in 100 years I again find the mythical and the magical an integral part of the characters lives."

    Just had an Ah-ha moment! When you mentioned Allende &Louie DeBernieres & Maryal's observation about writers who create characters that they & we love - regardless of their warts, foibles and trip-ups - I realized just how many of my favorite writers fit into this category! GGM, Allende, De Bernieres, Kazantzakis (Zorba), Amado [Kathleen, if you liked Corelli's Mandolin, then you have to try Jorge Amado's Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands!] and our most favorite - good old Mr. Willie S! They all look at us and are able to see our nobility, fragility, courage, wrongheadedness, bad breath, etc., etc., etc. ~~ and still really respect & like us (their characters)! This does seem to follow the pattern of an old epic adventure as Maryal suggests, but there ARE individual characters that will imprint themselves on our memories in this novel!

    Horselover, Thank you for your postings on genetics, evolution, gene mutation, determinism etc. Your eloquent and lucid explanations were a joy to read!!!! Wished I had had a science teacher like you ~ back in the day!

    Barbara, or anyone else: What do you do to get type in posts to appear smaller - as Barbara did in three sections of her most recent post?

    Off to clean a gutter! Meg

    Deems
    November 21, 2003 - 10:36 am
    The SUN is out!


    Kathleen--I had the same experience with Latin American novels as you until I got one by Isabel Allende on tape and listened to it while commuting. It takes about an hour to get to work, so I am glad for anything to take my attention. The book was Portrait in Sepia. I enjoyed it, partially because it was read aloud. Perhaps there is something of the ORAL quality of Latin American prose that we need to become accustomed to. Anyhoo, I’m so glad that you like 100 Days!

    horselover--I like what you said about determinism and free will. They are often set as opposites. Perhaps there is a middle ground here where we can argue that people have free will and yet there are other influences that determine some of their actions. We know now that genetic factors play a part, as you point out, and that patterns of behavior are passed down in families whether they are “functional” or not.

    I know I act as if I have free will, but looking back, I can understand what led to certain decisions I made although at the time I had no idea those influences were there.

    There is a difference between determinism and predestination, isn’t there?

    Meg--Thanks for reminding me of the opening sentence of this novel because Marquez reminds us now and again that Col. Aureliano Buendia will face the firing squad. In a way the whole book (to this point) is a flashback to his earlier life, told in unchronological order.

    I also like your referenece to Mr. Wm. Shakespeare! He does indeed teach us who we are by showing frailty as well as courage and humor. Harold Bloom’s recent book on Shakespeare’s plays carries a wonderful subtitle: Shakespeare: The Invention of the Human!

    Good luck with the gutters, Meg, and be careful with that l a d d e r!

    ~Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    November 21, 2003 - 10:51 am
    Good morning!...well, it was morning when I sat down to consider all of these meaty posts. First, thank all of you for the time you take on your posts. They are what MAKES this discussion! The whole point is to help us raise our level of understanding of the messages implicit in this entertaining, though sometimes maddening novel! Please, please speak up and question any passage that went over your head when you read it. We'd love the chance to work it out together...here.

    It IS hilarious, isn't it kathleen So happy you finally made it in yesterday - kathleen has been a long-time participant in these Great Books discussions, practically from the beginning. Periodically she runs into a password problem which keeps her from posting, but she persists and always shows up! Welcome to Solitude!

    George, of course you want in on the code that leads to colorizing your posts! Why should others have all the fun? Here's the forumula - anyone can use it - will add some spice to this already colorful discussion!
    <font color=blue>Blue text will appear on whatever you type here </font>
    <font color=green> green text will appear here </font>
    >Just remember to put in the </font> code when you want to turn off the color you have selected.

    Meg, I looked at Barbara's last post and don't see any small print. A lot of the size text depends on how you have set your monitor...but will give you the code to use to change the size text...lower numbers are small text, higher are larger...I think that you can only use 1-8 here...Here's the coding...
    <font size=2>small text will appear here </font>
    <font size=6> Large text will appear here </font>
    Maryal, we are posting together...I need to go fix our mid-day dinner - crabcakes today - and will be back to play then. So much to talk about in here - We still have several days left to explore Chapter II. Let's do!

    Scrawler
    November 21, 2003 - 11:41 am
    Joan: You bring up an interesting point. What changed JAB from his social nature to the solitary scientist? If I might step back to a prvious discussion we've had about Adam and Eve for a moment. When Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden they were alone and then came that "snake". Let us imagine for the moment that the "snake" represents "ouside influences". We could safely say tht Adam and Eve had been quite happy in the garden until they were attracted to "outside influences". I think that this is what happened to JAB and Ursula. "Outside influences" this time in the form of "gypsies" interrupted their lives. If once again we can go back to the Garden of Eden. I found it interesting in that it was Eve who was the first influenced by the snake while in "One Hundred Years of Solitude"; it was JAB who was influenced by the gypsies' scientific inventions, which is more in tune with the more traditional role we have learned to accept.

    Scrawler

    georgehd
    November 21, 2003 - 01:01 pm
    blue

    It seemed to work.

    THANKS

    It only took ten minutes for me to figure that out. I will stick with black.

    Joan Pearson
    November 21, 2003 - 01:37 pm
    haaaa, George! I'm glad you had the experience, anyway...just know that the code will do whatever you tell it until you turn it off... font color=blue and then it will stay that color until you turn it off - /font And put the <...> around each command. After you do it a few times, it won't take 10 minutes, I promise...

    Just got back from lunch with the intention of putting together the list of possible THEMES that have been suggested in our discussion - I really do think it would be helpful to have such a list in the heading as we move through later chapters to see how and if they develop.

    Putting the list together isn't as easy as I first thought. I'm going to need your help with the wording - which is everything here! I'll present them one at a time for your consideration...and hopefully cover all of your comments on each. If I leave something out, please speak up. (The list is still in draft form...)


    SOLITUDE/SOLIDAD - Barbara, thanks for your work on Solitude - pointing out the difference between what we think of as peaceful time to reflect and how it is viewed in the Latin American culture. We began this discussion (see opening remarks in the present heading) describing soledad as loneliness Your explanation goes even further than loneliness...describing it as a "serious clinical problem often causing depression, suicide..."

    I think we all agree that Solitude will be a major theme of the book, but how to indicate on the theme list that we are looking at it as a serious disorder? That we will be watching each character who withdraws as one who is suffering from a form of depression? I've been thinking that it might be enough to use the Spanish word, "soledad" on the list? Will that be adequate? Or?

    Joan Pearson
    November 21, 2003 - 02:28 pm
    horselover, thank you for making the clear distinction between evolution and determinism. (I do feel better already after reading your post!)
    THEME #2 ~ Evolution - you suggested earlier in the week that we consider this a theme. Let's see if we see it recurring in later chapters. "Evolution solidifies mutations that are useful adaptations to the environment." Boy, I hope we see more useful adaptations to the environment in later chapters. So far it looks as if things are going nowhere but down. Let's put it on the list...

    Theme #3 - Determinism/Predestination

    Maryal, your question is a good one...there is a difference? Are they two different themes? Is predestination a theme here? horselover just lifted my spirits by countering the "GenesRus" Theory - which minimizes the effect of environmental social intervention - sometimes denying the existence of free will." Genetic determinism says that our genes can determine our physical or emotional responses. Is GGM going to consider the positive effects of environmental intervention? It will be interesting to see. To me at least, he seems to be espousing the GenesRus theory 100%. Maybe things will change. I plan to put Determinism on the list...but would like to hear more from Maryal and others about the subject of predestination and whether you all see it developing as a theme here...

    Joan Pearson
    November 21, 2003 - 03:05 pm
    I've got mixed feelings about this one...think we need to talk more before entering it as a theme.
    We began the "love" discussion by noting the lack of love expressed in these opening chapters. Maryal pointed out the lack of dialog, quotes, conversation which might be more revealing and Anne, our Scrawler observes that JAB and his Ursula sound like any couple married for 10 years - little conversation. Do you see unexpressed love in their actions, Anne? When I don't hear the words, I look at the actions. I don't hear or see anything that resembles love between these two.

    I DO see mother love...I see Ursula, (the she-bear) going fearlessly into the wilderness the men could not conquer - to find her son and bring him home.

    I DO see JAB looking out for those who followed him out of Riohacha...and treating them as equals (weren't they?), making sure they all shared in the weath of Maconda. I'm not sure I'd call that "love for Humanity" though. On the other hand, I don't know what I'd call it. Socialism perhaps? >Barbara speaks of "the pack"...what binds a pack, Barb? Would you call it "love"?

    So. What do you want to put on the Theme list? I do see a theme here - as soon as man stops operating for the good of the whole and self-gratification sets in, there is a loss in the community. Help! How would you word it? >Meg if you really want "Love for Humanity" - I'll put it on the list...but will you explain it to me first?

    Joan Pearson
    November 21, 2003 - 03:38 pm
    This is the last one on my list of themes...do you have any to add? kathleen considers "the mythical and the magical an intergral part of the characters' lives." I do too...isn't it something the way GGM treats the magic - the magic carpet for example, as fact?

    Anne, thank you for sharing the fact that your grandparents were cousins. Ursula's family fear was pure supterstition, completely unsupported by any scientific evidence. Wasn't the cousin with the tail the offspring of one of Urula's mother's aunts - who married a cousin. Not even involved in Ursula's genetic line. JAB - "I don't care if I have piglets as long as they can talk." What is he saying here? That he accepts that there may be some genetic manifestation of the gene pool they share - but as long as his piglets can talk, he'll be happy? Talk, communication is important to him at this point in his life. I think it may also be a theme, but will wait to hear what you think.


    I wanted to say so much more on the shy, reticent, golden-haired boy who finds hims befre the firing squad thinking of ice. But I've used all my bytes (and time) for today on the theme. I hope you have time to look over the THeme items so I can put them up tomorrow.

    Just have to ask before signing off...do you see the spotlight shining on Aureliano from the git go? Would you guess that this is going to be his story?

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 21, 2003 - 04:55 pm
    gosh what binds a pack - responsibility to the pack - loyalty to the pack - a common set of traditions, a common value system, wow a lot can bind a pack of folks into a community - I am not comfortable with Love because to me love is an emotion and emotions change with events, disappointments, needs not being satisfied that for some becomes anger which is still a connection to the pack -

    To disconnect - to isolate seems to me to be the seperation from the pack but even greater, I wonder what about if you use the word 'love' then how do you label the seperation from self the lack of self-love - not speaking well of yourself to yourself or to others or acting in an un-loving way or irresponsible way to yourself.

    But then to me the kindness exchanged between friends or husband and wife may stem from love but again I do not like measuring that kindness as what holds a pack or couple together - kindness without responsiblity on the days you don't feel kind or are in a bad mood and so we have the caveats - it is kind to let her blow, since life was difficult that day on and on - we could have so many caveats since not everyday is a day that someone can muster up kindness.

    Excusing the lack of kindness is like agreeing that what binds the pack is kindness with the caveat that if someone is not acting kind, it is up to the others to make up for it by acting kind and allow the person to be unkindness - shish

    My thought is, we are suggesting that our picture of love between a man and women look a certain way, or sound a certain way - is this what binds them - is this gentle form of communication been there for all successful couples - hmmm - even couples in the old testiment do not always sound gentle or kind when communicating with each other...

    horselover
    November 21, 2003 - 08:13 pm
    Joan, Predestination is not exactly the same as determinism. There is a kind of linkage in the meanings, but Predistination is primarily a religious doctrine accepted by some people. These people attribute foreknowledge to God, meaning that all things have ever been, and perpetually remain, before His eyes, so that to His knowledge nothing is future or past, but all things are present. And they are present in such a manner that He does not merely conceive of them from ideas formed in His mind, as things remembered by us appear present to our minds, but really beholds and sees them as if they are actually placed before Him. And this foreknowledge extends to the whole world and to all its creatures. Predestination, they believe, is the eternal decree of God, by which He has already determined what He would have become of every individual of mankind. Everyone is not created with a similar destiny; eternal life is foreordained for some, and eternal damnation for others.

    Determinism is more of a secular theory or belief that every aspect of human behavior is hard-wired into our genes or caused by our environment. It follows from this that our actions may not be moral choices that are the result of free will, and that therefore we cannot be held totally responsible for these actions. Lawyers make frequent use of this theory in criminal cases.

    Determinism might play a role in "...Solitude," since JAB and Ursula are said to have been destined by their families to marry even though they are cousins. Most of the subsequent events in Chapter 1 and 2 flow from this. Not much is said about religion so far, but it could be that God has predestined the ultimate fates of these characters. We'll have to wait and see.

    georgehd
    November 22, 2003 - 03:04 am
    Joan, thanks for trying to come up with themes; it will be interesting to see how they develope (or not) as we read further.

    God's existence seems to me to be in question; after all JAB does try to capture Him in a photo.

    And I keep coming back to the firing squad - it must have significance as it is mentioned so often. A firing squad implies revolution, war, politics, and possibly Good and Evil.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 22, 2003 - 07:14 am
    georghd I have to agree that as I understand this story follows the turmoil of Latin America after the European makes their mark and all sorts of uprisings after the Indian population is given a lesser place in their own land - so to come up with a theme out of the first couple of chapters can be an exercise that we may find continually changing as we read -- this being a book that shows the evolution of Latin America that includes as well as creates myth.

    Deems
    November 22, 2003 - 10:40 am
    Good morning. Another glorious summer day here in November in Maryland. I think we will pay for this soon. Meanwhile, time to enjoy it.

    horselover--I can't outdo your differentiation between Predestination and Determinism except to add that Calvin is responsible for the doctrine of Predestination and it has to do with God having chosen from the beginning of time those who are to be saved--the elect--and those who will be lost.

    Determinism is secular and has to do with various influences upon the individual--genes, family, culture, education, and so forth.

    As we read further in the novel, we can all be on the outlook for themes as well as for certain cultural aspects that appear.

    And now I am off to romp in the sun which may not come again until after the ice storms and the snow have hit.

    ~Maryal

    Jo Meander
    November 22, 2003 - 11:42 am
    Here comes the CABOOSE! How many ways are there to say 1. I’m late again, and 2. I’ve read all of your posts and the assigned section and then some (for the second time in my life), and 3. I’ve loved all of it. The posts are almost as much fun as the book!


    Don’t know where to begin; there is so much to comment upon, so I’ll just rattle on for a bit. I’m glad that George mentioned Life of Pi as having some connection in the mythologizing of experience. I see that novel as allegorical, with the actual fantastic story paralleling the real life struggles of the main character. This book, my first foray years ago into magical realism (did I say that right?), challenges those who expect consistency in the author’s method of presentation. GGM may not seem consistent, and the fact that he doesn’t is all the more fun, for me, anyway. His characters seem like real souls in a real setting to me, experiencing life with all of its struggles and challenges, disappointments and temptations and small losses and victories. Then all of a sudden a magic carpet flies past the window, or the baby basket takes a trip around JAB’s laboratory. I love it!


    He has created opposite personalities in the brothers: Jose is the adventurer with the physical equipment and the drive that goes with it to lead him away from what he sees as a form of entrapment (it was!) in Pilar’s pregnancy. He is too restless to settle down to a lifetime in Macondo, and the lusty little gypsy girl represents the energy that takes him off, wearing that red bandana, a flag of passion and adventure. He is who he is, and so is Aureliano, the shy contemplative, without the confidence or even the need to indulge himslef and escape the life he was born into, . . . at least so far!

    Thanks,horselover, for “determinism.” It’s good to have someone with a scientific sensibility tell us that all is not lost! We do have choices!

    Scrawler
    November 22, 2003 - 11:46 am
    "On a certain occasion, months after Ursula's departure, strange things began to happen. An empty flask that had been forgotten in a cupboard for a long time became so heavy that it could not be moved. A pan of water on the worktable boiled without any fire under it for half-hour until it completely evaporated. JAB and his son observed those phenomena with startled excitement, unable to explain them but interpreting them as predictions of the material. One day Amaranta's basket began to move by itself and made a complete turn about the room, to the consternation of Aureliano, who hurried to stop it. But his father did not get upset. He put the basket in its place and tied it to the leg of a table, convinced that the long awaited event was imminent. It was on that occasion that Aureliano heard him say: "If you don't fear God, fear him through his metals." (Page 36 Hardback)

    I think this passage means that it is not necessary to understand or believe in a supernatural being, but we must fear him through the things that He creates. I think Jose went into his father's lab because he was curious and I don't think he found what he was seeking at this time. I believe it is the "journey of seeking" that is more important than the actual fulfillment of what one seeks.

    What part does fate play in the choices made by the characters? If their choices are not presdestine than why do they make the choices they make?

    Scrawler

    horselover
    November 22, 2003 - 04:58 pm
    This book, so far, does remind me of The Bible. It tells us about a world where miracles coexist with the mundane in day-to-day life.

    ALF
    November 23, 2003 - 08:24 am
    Since reading this story the definition of solitude has taken on a different nuance in its description. Everybody in this fantasy world is alone in one way or another. Solitary Rebeca, while being incorporated into the family life sat for hours sucking her finger in a remote corner of the house, attracted to nothing but the sound of the musical clock chimes. She never lost an opportunity to “lock herself in the bathroom” alone to suck her fingers, as well as sleep with her face to the walls. As she grew, she became lost in her own solitary nostalgia persevering with her old ancestral habits, particularly when she lost her heart and her love. After suffering the threat by her sister Amaranta, she again resorted to solitary confinement in the bathroom sucking her fingers for hours. Of course Amaranta too suffered as she shutherself up in the bathroom and feverishly wrote love letters which she then hid.

    The entire town of Macondo was quarantined and secluded when the plague invaded. JAB insisted on confining visitors and strangers, restricting the perimeters of the town. JAB, himself, was often solitary with his thoughts, taking refuge in his lab. Finally, toward the end of our assigned chapter, he puts himself into a complete delirium, refusing food and sleep, not recognizing one day from another, in his solitude. Aureliano lost himself in his private solitude listening to music with Rebeca. He then finds himself alone and undressed by Pilar (who now lived alone with 2 children)harboring his secret, hidden aim to sleep with her. Pilar’s friendship with Rebeca finally opened up the doors of the house, closed to her after the birth of Arcadio. Our gypsy, Melquides is the epitome of solitude. I love this sentence.

    “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.”

    His appearance became invisible as he rapidly aged and shuffled about the house. I begin to see that everyone is in his own seclusion, withdrawn in one way or another. I have marked hundreds of examples with each character in these 2 chapters alone.

    Joan Pearson
    November 23, 2003 - 09:00 am
    Good Sunday morning, everyone!

    It is good! Our Jo is here...not as the caboose though? We still have the light on for the little caboose! Jo, your post was a joy to read...sometimes when we get so close to analyzing plot and identifying themes, we forget the fun - the acceptance of the magic that is part of the struggles of everyday life. I like the term magical realism...and plan to incorporate it into our list of themes - although it may not be technically a theme, it's arguable. I was interested in your reference to the "main character"..."a fantastic story paralleling the real life struggles of the main character..". Jo, do you mean that you see too see Aureliano as the main character - as opposed to JAB, Ursula, the entire Buendia family? Do you see Aureliano as THE main character - or ONE of the main characters. I'll confess that I see him as the MAIN MAN too so far...the embodiement of the solitude of the title...

    Barbara, I so enjoyed your stream-of-consciousness post on what binds a pack. I think your conclusion can apply to a pack, a community, a family, a husband and wife. Communication and a common system of values. Communication can take different forms, the common value system expressed in different ways. Ursula and JAB are bound by this common value system. When one separates from the value system, values something other than that which binds the community, one either enters a new community of similarly minded or finds himself in a solitary place. Do I capture what you concluded? It makes good sense to me.

    horselover...thank you again, this time for the distinction between predestination and determinism. (Maryal too! I think I've got it!) At this point I don't see God's hand at work in predestination either. But I agree that DETERMINISM might be a theme here and will include it on the list. (George, Marquez draws an important conclusion from the failure to capture God's likeness on daguerrotype...we'll talk about that in the coming week when we discuss chapter III.)

    Yes, let's horselover, let's wait for later chapters to see whether PREDESTINATION is a theme here. Good for you, Anne! I had totally overlooked that JAB's comment...when unnatural, inexplicable events took place preceding Ursula's return - "If you don't fear God, fear him through his metals." Hmmm..."If one doesn't fear God, fear him through the things he creates." You found God here, Scrawler. Fear that which you don't understand? If you fear his metals, his creation, you will fear God? Isn't JAB spending his lab time trying to understand those metals? If he does, will he then conquer fear of God? Isn't a God who predestines man's fate to be feared?

    seitz
    November 23, 2003 - 09:45 am
    It is very interesting reading what everyone has to say about Solitude. I have been afraid to join the group perhaps like people in the story afraid to face change and growth in their little town. I see the story as the beginning of a town that has not known death yet trying to keep the "bad" out but at the same time embracing the knowledge of the outside world that the gypsies bring. Joan you are a good leader.

    Joan Pearson
    November 23, 2003 - 09:47 am
    Andy, let's hold those observations from future chapters until we've finished Chapters I & II ...George feels we need more discussion on the import of the opening line...Aureliano, at war, before the firing squad, thinking of that ice. Barbara - yes, good, "the firing squad connects to revolution, war, uprising - the evolution of Latin America." Will expand the theme of Evolution to include the evolution of Latin America. Maybe even broader - the evolution of man in society, what do you think? From that opening line we know that the ideal community which JAB and the founders set up is headed for disruption. I suspect that the disruption will come from within as well as from the political situation in Latin America. We need to include the influences beyond the community as a theme here too. Goodness, so many themes! I'm beginning to question GGM's intentions for this novel. To amuse with humorous anedotes? To make us step back and appreciate the human condition? To defend one system over another - capitalism vs. communism? All of these at once?

    Joan Pearson
    November 23, 2003 - 09:58 am
    Linda (seitz)! So very happy to hear from you this morning...Yes, it is a tall order, I'd say impossible, to cling to the good old ways and at the same time embrace the marvelous new things the outside world has to offer. At least the gypsies were transient, leaving only tempting mysteries to solve. (like ice!) Just wait until we see what happens when Ursula brings back a whole new group of citizens who have different experiences and knowledge!

    Linda, now that you have broken the ice, we hope you find the water not too cold to stay in a while!

    Linda, your mention of the gypsies sent me back to the passage in which ICE was first introduced. Remember there were two troups of gypsies. Melquiades was with the first group, which brought the wonders JAB considered beneficial to their society if only he could figure out how to put them to use. This second group comes with the news that Melquiades had "succumbed to fever on the beach at Singapore...his body thown into the deepest parts of the Java Sea." The second group is quite different from the first - they have come to amuse the crowd rather than to impress with scientific wonders. EXCEPT they bring the ice, which makes JAB forget about the news of M's passing and to look upon the ice as "the greatest invention" of our time." It is this moment that Aureliano remembers while standing before the firing squad. My question is WHY? What did his father's observation imply and so impress his son? I think that at that moment Aureliano sees his father's hopes and dreams for an ideal city about to be extinguished when Aureliano is gone.

    Do you remember in Chapter II when JAB and the founders are on the verge of giving up all hope of finding their way...JAB has a dream:
    "that right there a noisy city with houses having mirror walls rose up. He asked what city it was and they answered him with a name that he had not heard, that had no meaning at all, but that had a supernatural echo in his dream: Macondo."
    It was then that he made the decision to build the town...a paragraph later...
    "JAB did not succeed in deciphering the dream of houses of mirror walls until the day he discovered ice. Then he thought he understood its deep meaning. He thought that in the near future they would be able to manufacture blocks of ice on a large scale...Macondo would no longer be a burning place... He did not persevere in his attempts to build an ice factory, it was because at that time he was enthusiastic over the education of his sons, especially that of Aureliano"
    George, that first sentence says so much. I feel that it casts the spotlight on Aureliano, the hope for the future of Macondo. Does that make him the main charater of the book? His death before the firing squad means the end of Macondo. Would love to hear how the rest of you view this before we move ahead to learn more.

    Scrawler
    November 23, 2003 - 09:59 am
    I see this as a story about the Buendia family, of whom it was prophesized that they shall have a child with a pig's tail at the beginning of the story and they will do anything in order that this prophecy will not come true. I also see this story as a metaphor of Latin America representing all humankind.

    There are three major themes: violence, solitude, and the human need to love.

    Violence can be defined as an instance of violent treatment or procedure - thus the firing squad. It can also mean a vehement feeling or expression and often-destructive action or force.

    We have already discussed the meaning of solitude. I have only this to add. Solitude can be a quality or state of being alone or remote from society. Solitude may imply a condition of being apart from all human beings or of being cut off by wish or circumstances from one's usual associates. Isolation stresses detachment from others often involuntarily. Seclusion suggests a shutting away or keeping apart from others often a deliberte withdrawal from the world.

    To love is to hold dear or cherish. It may also mean to feel affection or experience desire. This can be applied to individuals or to all of humankind. I can see where the Buendia family will do anything in order not to have their prophecy come true. Thus they not only cherish themselves and their family, but they also cherish or love all humankind.

    Another sub-theme could be - Human Dignity. The struggle for human dignity is one of humankind's basic conflicts. We have a base, animal side to us: brutal, selfish, and powerful. But we also have a higher spiritual side: caring, giving, and intelligent. I think this novel explores both sides, and the costs to humankind of both.

    Scrawler

    Deems
    November 23, 2003 - 10:36 am
    And yet another S U N N Y
    day here in Maryland. Not like November at all.

    George--I think as we continue reading, we will see that opening sentence in different lights. At this point, it is hard to discuss it any more since we have read so little of the novel. I myself have finished chapter four, but that's it. If I read too far ahead, it is difficult for me not to refer to future events.

    Linda--Good to see you. Keep posting. We need all the ideas we can get!

    Joan--I think we can leave predestination off the list of themes since it really is a religious doctrine that doesn't apply to this novel.

    Andy--Hey there, girl, don't jump too far ahead! Could you keep your post and give it to us again later?

    Golfer John--Where are you? Out golfing? If I were a golfer I'd certainly be out on a day like this.

    JO!--Well THERE you are. Good to see you. The position of caboose is an honored one as you must know.

    ~Maryal

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 23, 2003 - 11:11 am
    Oh my I just scrolled back using the previous button - thank goodness because there were a whole mess of posts that were great to read - all so reflective on what are the themes - great Joan - this direction is getting me to think and it appears all of us to think a bit deeper as we read this book - thanks - Ok here is the post I had worked on before I knew there were all these posts since Joan you mentioned if you had a similar take on my thoughts shared on a system of values.

    Hmmm I guess my concern with saying we are a couple or a pack if we share a common system of values can easily be mis-interpreted to mean share common values - I really was questioning what is it that encourages us to bond and keep a bond together.

    Yes, I do think it is easier to choose a partner or group if they share the same values as your own but, how often are we part of a family or we learn our partner or the group we are working with or living among does not share all of our values - we usually find a way to figure out what we can live with from the value that we essentially do not agree. And then it is how we handle the rest that defines if we are "kind, forgiving or generous" with each other as compared to being "rancorous, avenging or blustering" with the area of values that the other person holds differently then our own.

    Trying to figure out what holds a partnership or group together I think is important and maybe one of the messages in this story if we look for it - the easy answers are the platitudes we have all heard and to me the word love is one of those platitudes - that said, then to identify what is the glue is to me a question that comes to a word like system - is the system we value an authoritarian system, which is essentially at the bases of patriarchy and tradition or a system of free choice and if so then how does an individual choose their values...

    If there is a responsibility to a group or partner, who and how do we define that responsibility, is it codified into law or is it based in tradition. Does it change as the community changes what they value - there seems to be more questions then easy answers when it comes to what holds folks together.

    Because we have all seen how enemies bind each other as strongly as any loving bond - as long as there is a severe reaction to another, you or the group or a nation are tied to each other with friction or even war - is the binding of a group really based on emotion both love and hate...

    How is it that one group can feel they can expect less or treat acrimoniously another group never mind using power to reduce another's humanity...

    Put this way it sounds horrible and yet, husbands and wives do it all the time, as do parents with children, as does group against group, even religious groups play in this arena of separating others to the point they will even vilify them in order to justify why they should be separated.

    Bottom line I see how we will even do this to ourselves - we will treat ourselves or self-talk ourselves in unkind ways vilifying our thoughts or action or lack of action and so - what is it that allows us to bond with ourselves - self-love to me is inadequate - unconditional love for ourselves is fine but what does that really mean - how do we square ourselves with our behavior - feeling ashamed of our behavior we will, like Rebecca, seclude ourselves, or part of ourselves, just as we will seclude others if they do not measure to our standards; which is only saying we will only esteem those who share our values --

    For me these are some of the questions of this book - we sometimes choose solitude - the unhealthy solitude that we now know is closer to the Latin American view of Soladad - and we impose solitude on others - certainly if a people are waging a war, an uprising it is because they have been caste into a lesser-than position, a position of Soladad. Alf's post is grand in pointing out in our story so far various examples of Soladad.

    Which then for me begs, if we see examples of Soladad in this story than what examples are there that help us understand what binds us as a pack...and for that we may need a better understanding of what are the characteristics of binding or bonding and how is this author including binding behavior in his story. One Hundred Years of Solitude from what - the inference to me would be the opposite of Solitude - a wholeness - a connection - a healthy mind, body, spirit; a working partnership, family, community, nation...

    ALF
    November 23, 2003 - 04:05 pm
    Please accept my apologies for jumping ahead . I thought we were on the 3rd and 4th chapters this week. I am so sorry I've been away all week, buying property and lanning to have a new house built so my brain is frazzled. I am so sorry. I thought I was so smart reading in the car so that I would not fall behind. DUH!!!

    sorry sister

    georgehd
    November 24, 2003 - 05:29 am
    As I posted earlier I am in the United States and have read ahead to Chapter 5, almost 6. The book is sucking me into a more rapid reading mode and I am finding it challenging and delightful. I think that the themes will become more clear as we move through the book. I know that Thanksgiving and Christmas will slow me down.

    So as not to post material from later chapters, I am keeping notes and will try to post comments when I think them appropriate.

    Joan Pearson
    November 24, 2003 - 09:09 am
    Good morning!

    horselover, yes it does read like a Biblical account, doesn't it? Harold Bloom constantly refers to it as "the Bible of Macondo." Old or New? Does the narrator, whom Meg has identified as GGM sound like an Evangelist? I still want to hear from you all whether you see Aureliano as the main character...or JAB?

    Thanks for the clarification on what binds a pack, or a community Barbara...will try to get that list of possible themes into the heading this afternoon.

    George, we know you are away from home and away from your computer. It is fun to catch you when we can.
    You are a bit ahead of us...but would love to hear your notes on Chapter III today. I love the way these chapters flow right into one another. Maybe this is why thre are no chapter numbers? Just little breaks to catch ones' breath?


    At the end of Chapter II, we saw Jose Arcadio take off after the gypsy girl, with his mother taking off after him. She doesn't succeed in finding him, but does returns home with a company of new friends, men and women...ready to make Macondo their home. These people we were told, were "like them, with straight hair and dark skin, who spoke the same language and complained of the same pains." Similarly-minded folks. They should fit right in, no? In Chapter III we hear of the Indians - Visitacion and her brother are described as Indians. Where did the children's Indian nurse come from? The Buendias are Indians too? I'm assuming so.

    Chapter III opens with Pilar handing over JA's two week old baby to Ursula and JAB. Did you smile at JAB's stipulation that he would accept the child into the family as long as he NEVER KNOW HIS TRUE IDENTITY? How can that be when they name him "Jose Arcadio" after his father??? Of course they shorten it to "Arcadio" just so there is no confusion about his having his father's name. Can we talk about this business of using these same names? What is GGM's purpose?

    Scrawler
    November 24, 2003 - 10:45 am
    I think the following descriptive passage is the most powerful in chapter 2: "In that hidden village there was a native-born tobacco planter who had lived there for some time, Don Jose Arcadio Buendia, with whom Ursula's great-great-grandfather established a partnership that was so lucrative that within a few years they made a fortune. Several centuries later the great-great-grandson of the native-born planter married the great-great-granddaghter of the Aragonese. Therefore, every time that Ursula became exercised over her husband's mad ideas, she would leap back over three hundred years of fate and curse the day that Sir Francis Drake had attacked Riohacha. It was simply a way of giving herself some relief, because actually they were joined till death by a bond that was more solid than love: a common prick of conscience. They were cousins. They had grown up together in the old village that both of their ancestors, with their work and their good habits, had transformed into one of the finest towns in the province. Although their marriage was predicted from the time they had come into the world, when they expressed their desire to be married their own relatives tried to stop it. They were afraid that those two healthy products of two races that had interbred over the centuries would suffer the shame of breeding iguanas... "Jose Arcadio Buendia, with the whimsy of nineteen years, resolved the problem with a single phrase: "I don't care if I have piglets as long as they can talk."

    By definition plot is built of significant events in a story. They are significant because they have important consequences. In this descriptive paragraph the first few sentences give the background histories of the main characters. Then we find out what the problem which the story is based around: "...because they were actually joined till death by a bond that was more solid than love: a common prick of conscience. They were cousins." Finally, we have conflict: "I don't care if I have piglets as long as they can talk."

    Scrawler

    Faithr
    November 24, 2003 - 12:27 pm
    Joan I have subscribed to this discussion but didnt buy the book as yet. So not reading it mean s I will wait to discuss it. I have been having a time with car problems plus I am trying to teach my little sis who lost her voice to cancer, how to use a laptop which my brother bought for her. I downloaded a voice program on it and then I drove up there (about 100 miles round-trip.) in my rental twice for two hour sessions with her. She is doing great . Now I have to get her to use the e mail and Word which I will install next time. So with my car home again I thought I was all set and it stalled out in traffic again so it is back i the garage. Any way after I slow down enough to go buy the book I will be in to see what y'all are talking about. faith

    Jo Meander
    November 24, 2003 - 02:21 pm
    Good luck, Faith! With you beside her, your sister is sure to master that program! You're going to love this book!


    >Joan, when I said “main character” I really meant Pi in The life of Pi: I saw that novel as allegorical, with all the challenges and dangers of Pi’s adventure as symbolic of his inner struggles. His ”enemy" was not literally a tiger; he battles and triumphs over his own human weakness, not a wild beast. (Or maybe both!)

    In connection with 100 Years, there are unexplained “magical” events, that may or may not turn out to be symbolic, but there is not one story-length symbol, as far as I can see. JAB does seem like Adam, encountering those outside influences Scrawler mentioned, but the story is more than just his. It is the story of all GGM’s lovingly crafted characters. I do think, though, if there his a Main character among them, it is Aureliano. . Perhaps he remains transfixed by the ice because he knows it was his father’s near-maniacal fascination with the inventions the gypsies bring that began the dissolution of Macondo’s solitude. Solitude I intend in the sense of a kind of hibernation, a time of ripening and growing from within, that couldn’t last, evidently, without letting in modern thinking and inventions, elements that will destroy something precious.


    Why was Ursula so content to return without her son after she finds the path JAB was seeking and brings back more people to enlarge the town?


    Drifting off to sleep the other night, I imagined I saw Aureliano standing at a checkout counter in a store, holding a blond-haired china doll!

    Deems
    November 24, 2003 - 04:17 pm
    Faith--So good to see you. Don't worry; you will be able to catch up. Right at the moment, your sister needs a voice! Isn't it astonishing the things we can do today that a few short years ago would have seemed impossible?

    Jo--Seems to me that Aureliano is the "main" character too, but I am judging only from the beginning--that first sentence--and the first four chapters, all I've read to this point. Whenever a character makes his/her way into the opening sentence of anything, some automatic signal goes on in my head. Particularly when said character is introduced facing a firing squad!

    ~Maryal

    horselover
    November 24, 2003 - 07:55 pm
    Joan, You asked about the business of using the same names for everyone. It does create some confusion, but is probably no worse than all the Jr.s around. And then there is also George Forman (the ex-boxing champion and inventor of the grill) who has named every one of his five sons George.

    The Bible stories had lots of sex in them, but none of them equals the horror of that story in "...Solitude" about the grandmother who was selling the sexual services of her grandaughter to seventy men per night.

    Yes, I do think Aureliano is becoming the main character, and I wonder what effect his sexual, or non-sexual, experience with this prostitute will have on his future.

    Joan Pearson
    November 25, 2003 - 06:52 am
    Oh my goodness, Faith! You have had your share of frustration - but what a wonderful sister you are! We had missed you here, but understand that you are really occupied with more pressing - and noble deeds. We'll leave the light on for you! All of them!

    Anne...thank you so much your thought-provoking post. You've identified the conflict and also the unifying bond between JAB and Ursula - that prick of conscience. The text you took the time to quote draws attention to some other elsments of the story we will be looking at this week.

    The village of the great-great grandparents was another hidden village - just like Macondo. A native born (Indian?) tobacco planter whose great great grandson marries the great great granddaughter of the Aragonese ..."two healthy products of two races -. Is this important? Aragon...Spanish?

    The text you quote, goes on to say their marriage was predicted from the time they came into the world (predicted by whom?) They were destined to marry? Free will does not seem to have entered into this decision, does it? Sexual attraction - or love, does not seem to play a part in the decision to marry either. They were first cousins, destined from birth to marry, of mixed heritage, race as well. Let's see how this plays out in the lives of their offspring.

    Joan Pearson
    November 25, 2003 - 07:21 am
    Jo...ah, you were referring to Pi - wasn't that an unbelievable, ultimately believable story? Do you feel you've been pressured here to identify the main character too early in this story? If there is one, you'd point to Aureliano? Maryal agrees...and horselover. At this point, can we begin to identify his enemy, his weaknesses? Maybe it's too early. Definitely whomever is on the other side of the rifles in the firing squad.

    I was interested in what you had to say about the inventions the gypsies bring, scientific evidence of modern thinking ..."elements that will destroy something precious" in Macondo. I guess I recoil at the idea that knowledge is destructive...and am wondering at what is behind GGM's implication that it is. The new residents Ursula bring back with her...they might be even more disruptive to the social framework of the community...

    It IS puzzling that Ursula risked her safety and health to run after her son and returns happily with new stuff, new clothes and new friends. Friends like themselves. With dark skin and dark straight hair and similar ills. Are these Indians? Both Ursula and JAB look like these people...what of their sons? Do they exhibit any of the ancestral genetic mixed-race heritage?

    Jo, I was quick to pick up on your "blond-haired china doll" dream. horselover, I'm wondering if there's something in Aureliano's heritage that attracts him (asexually) to the poor little mulatto prostitute, to the 9 year old Remedios (with the lily complexion)...

    ALF
    November 25, 2003 - 07:56 am
    I found it difficult to pin point the main character, thus far. I know that the opening statement would lead us to choose Aureliano, yet I hesitate. It's too early and I opt to wait.
    As far as the introduction of the inventions brought in their community BY THE GYPSIES -- well, all of these novelties broke new ground and unseen territory for Macondo. They had always resorted to their own ingenuity and resourcefulness. The community was the architect as they constructed their own innovations. Now, enter the gypsies! They are foreigners with alien & inconceivable concepts and gadgets to destroy (or replace) the communities long standing ideals and values. We see it as progress but imagine how they saw it.

    Jo Meander
    November 25, 2003 - 11:04 am
    It doesn’t bother me to think of Aureliano as the main character, as long as we see the others as very important, too. The constant references to his facing the firing squad suggest that he will be the character we focus upon more and more. There’s a hint of his future in Pilar Ternera’s prophecy: “…you’d be good in a war…. Where you put your eye, you put your bullet.”
    She’s an unsettling presence in the laboratory: she “bothered him. The tan of her skin, her smell of smoke, the disorder of her laughter in the darkroom distracted his attention and made him bump into things.” ( I’m not sure if “him" is JAB or her son, Arcadio.) Are we being prepared for her influence upon future events?


    In the whole group there is hardly a superfluous character; even the Indian servants are important; they identify the insomnia plague that they have had before. I don’t think there’s any way to know if they or Rebeca brought it to Macondo. She comes down with it first, meaning that she had the infection when she arrived, or that she was more susceptible to it than everyone else.
    Certainly Jose Arcadio Buenda is very important, particularly at the beginning, acting as the Macondo patriarch and chief founder, giving cohesiveness to the whole group from the outset of their original journey, and taking focus with his enthusiasm for the exotic inventions brought by the gypsies, especially Melquiades, another fascinating character. He’s the one who warns JAB that the wonderful devices are significant in their own nature, and not to be used for making “progress” in the way JAB envisions it. JAB thinks he and the others are missing something that’s going on in the modern world, from which he feels isolated. That’s how he gets himself into trouble with his experiments, boiling Ursala’ s coins and making them into a sticky mess. In chapeter3 I remembered, “If you don’t fear God, fear his metals.” Maybe he should have heeded that warning himself. His madness is really unexplained, …or did I miss something? Has he somehow managed to poison himself? Is the madness a symptom of his long frustration with his experiments, or is it a real physical reaction to the chemicals and metals? Used correctly, knowledge is wonderful. Even when it’s wonderful, something of the past that was lovely is probably lost, as Alf points out in her reference to their own ideals and values . An example in our own culture: media, computers replacing activities where we interact directly, and grow and learn in irreplaceable ways through knowledge and understanding of other human beings.
    JAB doesn’t use the new knowledge correctly. He may be an example of “Learning without action is useless; action without learning is dangerous.” (That’s Confucius, I’m told.) Melquiades’ understanding of the limits of the new inventions seems intuitive and too subtle for JAB, who thinks it’s his mission to change their world with his manipulation of things he doesn’t understand.
    I took Ursula’s word that the people she brings back are “like us.” I’m not sufficiently informed to say for sure that they are all probably a mix of Indian and Hispanic blood, but that would be my guess.

    Scrawler
    November 25, 2003 - 11:11 am
    What's in a name?

    In my family the name of their mother's maiden name included in the boys' names. Girls and boys both were named after various past relatives. Both were also named after saint's names as well.

    Where they Indians? "Macondo had changed. They were not gypsies. They were men and women like them (JAB and Ursula), with straight hair and dark skin, who spoke the same language and complained of the same pains. They had mules loaded down with the things to eat, oxcarts with furniture and domestic utensils, pure and simple earthly accessories put on sale without any fuss by peddlers of everyday reality."

    Where did they come from? "They came from the other side of the swamp, only two days away, where there were towns that received mail every month in the year and where were familiar with the implements of good living."

    What changes did they bring? "The people who had come with Ursula spread the news of the good quality of its soil and its privileged position with respect to the swamp, so that from the narrow village of past times it changed into an active town with stores and workships and a permanent commercial route over which the first Arabs arrived with their baggy pants and rings in their ears, swapping glass beads for macaws."

    Who were responsible for the fundamental changes to life in Macondo, the gypsies or the people Ursula brings back with her? I think the "gypsies" represent "new discoveries". Through them Macondo learns about the outside world. On the other hand the people that Ursula brings back to Macondo represents "progress". Through them Macondo begins to prosper. I would have to say that both the gypsies and the other people shared in the fundamental changes of life in Macondo.

    Scrawler

    ALF
    November 25, 2003 - 12:08 pm
    Have any of you read Living To Tell The Tale by GGM? It is book of his memoirs. I quote from the BOTM Club Mag.

    This extraordinary memoir by Gabril Garcia Marquez begins with a journey he makes in 1950, along with his mother, to help sell his childhood home deep in Columbia's steamy interior. Their two day trip to Aracataca reawakened the memories which would become the heart of Marquez's great fiction, especially One Hundred Years of Solitude, the steam with "the polished stones as huge and white as prehistoric eggs," the hot dusty town in its perpetual siesta; "Each thing, just by looking at it, aroused in me an irresistible longing to write so I would not die."

    Living to Tell The Tale- - moving from Marquez's birth in 1927 to just before his first trip to Europe in the late 1950s is the story of the education of a writer and the development of a man. The memoir, not surprising, reads like a novel, a tale of people, places and events, from his days living in a whorehouse (which his beloved Faulkner claimed was the best place to write) to his marriage and career as joounalist.


    I found that quite interesting and thought you would all enjoy reading about it.

    Joan Pearson
    November 25, 2003 - 04:58 pm
    Andy, Marquez plans his memoir as a trilogy, did you know that? What a full life the man has had. His life story does read like his novels.

    About those gypsies...I see them as opening the door to knowledge ...letting the Macondians know there are wonderful inventions out in the world unknown to them. Do you see anyone but JAB impressed with these wonders? When Melquiades and his band disappeared, the new gypsies weren't really contributing useful inventions, but rather amusing diversions. And along with the diversion, came entertainment and well, loose morals.. JA took off after the little gypsy girl, knowing that he has a child on the way in Macondo. I don't see the second gypsies as having left a positive mark or having brought change or improvement to Macondo, Andy.

    What of Pilar, Jo? She seems to be an accepted member of the community - or is she accepted only because she is carrying JA's baby? (Where did she come from? Why does she have the run of the Buendia household...and the Buendia boys? She is not transient like the gypsies, but she is not an upright member of the community, from one of the founding families...or is she? Maybe none of the first to come were really "upright". Upright seems to emphasize class distinction - some better then other.) I agree, Jo, Pilar is one we need to keep an eye on - she seems to be able to predict the future with those cards of hers. Tarot cards?

    What of Vistacion? She and her brother are described as Guajiro Indians - speaking in a different tongue, which Rebeca understands! Where do Rebeca and Vistacion come from? First I thought that V and her brother were of the tribe of Indians Ursula brought with back, but maybe those were not Guajiro Indians? It seemed those Indians spoke Spanish like the Buendias?Anne, I am trying to get to an understanding of the "INSOMNIA SICKNESS"..... if the people Ursula brings back with her represent PROGRESS, as you've observed, would you say that the plague has come with the progress - a necessary part of it? Let's look at the manifestations of the strange illness first and then try to figure out what it means to Macondo...

    Scrawler
    November 26, 2003 - 01:54 pm
    "Facinated by an immediate reality that came to be more fantastic than the vast universe of his imagination, he lost all interest in the alchemist's laboratory, put to rest the material that had become attenuated with months of manipulation, and went back to being the enterprising man of earlier days when he had decided upon the layout of the streets and the location of the new houses so that no one would enjoy privileges that everyone did not have."

    Isn't this an interesting sentence, especially the last part: "...when he had decided upon the layout of the streets and the location of the new houses so that no one would enjoy privileges that everyone did not have." Does this remind you of anything?

    "Emancipated for the moment at least from the torment of fantasy, Jose Arcadio Buendia in a short time set up a system of order and work which allowed for only one bit license: the freeing of the birds, which, since the time of the founding , had made time merry with their flutes, and installing in their place musical clocks in every home. They were wondrous clocks made of carved wood, which the Arabs had traded for macaws and which Jose Arcadio Buendia had synchronized with such precision that every half hour the town grew merry with the progresive chords of the same song until it reached the climax of a noontime that was as exact and unanimous as a complete waltz. It was also Jose Arcadio Buendia who decided during those years that they should plant almond trees instead of arcadias on the street, and who discovered, without ever revealing it, a way to make them live forever."

    I love that first part: "Emancipated for the moment at least from the torment of fantasy..."

    JAB;s conformity promoted goodness and order while the governor's mandate for blue house paint was an enforced conformity. The people trusted Jose Arcadio Buendia, but they didn't trust the governor. JAB's conformity brought the people wealth and happiness while the governor's mandate was merely for show.

    Scrawler

    Deems
    November 26, 2003 - 05:23 pm
    H a p p y T H A N K S G I V I N G to A L L


    I'll be back on Saturday.

    ~Maryal

    MegR
    November 26, 2003 - 07:45 pm
    Hi, all. No, I haven't abandoned GGM & our group. An encounter with a roofer, family mini-drama/crisis (more nonsense than stuff!), road trips & "going to Grandma's house" to prep tomorrow's lunch have kept me away from computer. Have pies baking now & a few mins. to check in. Have to catch up w/ reading posts. Sooo much good stuff in Chpts 3 & 4. Will try to get back online tomorrow evening when the family hordes leave or sometime Friday. Echoing Maryal's message:

    A Happy, Relaxing and Tasty Thanksgiving to All! MegR

    Jo Meander
    November 26, 2003 - 10:36 pm
    HAPPY THANKSGIVING, BOOKIES!

    Surely Shirley
    November 27, 2003 - 05:37 am
    I've been a lurker for a couple of weeks and was glad to finally start One Hundred Years of Solitude.

    The opening firing squad reference reminds me of the opening of Toni Morrison's Paradise which was simply, "They shot the white girl first." The tone of the narrator also reminds me of the grandfather's memoirs in Wally Lamb's I Know This Much Is True.

    From some of the postings, there seemed to be so much going on in the first two chapters that I was afraid that I might have trouble keeping everything straight. However, in large part thanks to the posts I'd read, the book flows quite well and is a joy to read.

    I was glad that someone on one of the Oprah's boards mentioned that your group was discussing this book as it is off to a good start as a good read. I also enjoyed your discussion of The DaVinci Code. The research and discussions are quite impressive.

    Joan Pearson
    November 27, 2003 - 05:48 am
    HAPPY...hopefully; TASTY...usually too much so! But oh my, Meg!, I'm not sure about the RELAXING part! THanksgiving around here is hard work! (And it seems that the hours of work are all gobbled up within an hour, doesn't it?) This was supposed to be an easy one for me- spending it at DIL's house this year with her family. First I was asked to bring my special stuffing. Sure, although I usually add turkey juices and bits. Do I buy a turkey and cook it at home to make the stuffing? Then came a request for cranberry sauce. OK, that's easy enough - and fun and makes the house smell of Thanksgivings past. A relish tray? No problem. Oh and pumkin pie. OK. Will you make a pecan too, and apple for those who like neither of the others? Well, I'm doing this, but apple pie is a project all by itself...one I don't usually associate with Thanksgiving either.

    As I was rolling more pie dough very early this morning, I had time to think. (No one else in the house was stirring. I was thinking about your recent post, Anne and about the changes JAB introduced (mandated) in Macondo. Thank you so much for bringing the quote to us. There is so much on each page of this book, it is easy to overlook the beauty and richness of the writing, especially when delving behind the language for the MEANING. When you extract sentences like that, you shine a spotlight on the writing so it stays with me...as I roll out the pie dough in my quiet kitchen. GGM is telling us in this passage that reality is so much more fantastic than anything we can imagine, isn't he? This seems to be his own personal view on life - and I think most of us would agree with that. What is the reality he addresses in this passage? Anne, you asked what JAB's housing plan - "that no one would enjoy privilieges everyone did not have" - reminded us of? My immediate thought was socialism, communism. You concluded that this conformity promoted goodness and order, wealth and happiness. I've been thinking of what bothers me about such conformity for the last half hour as I peeled, cored and sliced endless chunks of apple. In a way, these were Thanksgiving thoughts too. I need to check the pie and turn down the heat..will be back soon, unless interupted -

    Joan Pearson
    November 27, 2003 - 06:13 am
    Surely Shirley! WELCOME! What a wonderful Thanksgiving surprise to find you at our table...pull up a chair and join the feast! I too find the posts from our participants immensely (and critically) helpful and am confident they will continue to do so! So, I'm dying to know...was the shooting of the white girl the central theme? Was she important? Do you feel that Aureliano is going to be the main character of this one?

    Joan Pearson
    November 27, 2003 - 06:28 am
    I realize that we are comparing the JAB's mandates with the blue house order to celebrate independence. My thoughts this morning were centered primarily on those specific changes JAB ordered - is "order" the right word? From the quote Anne put before us, "JAB...set up a system of order and work which allowed for only one bit of license - the freeing of the birds"

    Does this mean the residents were allowed to open the cages if they wished? Can they keep the birds if they wish? The birds had made the residents "merry" - happy, but now they are replaced by the musical clocks. Now the residents are all synchronized to be merry at the exact same time..."exact and unanimous." One man decided when this time would be - on the half hour.

    Then there is the business of uprooting the native acacia trees to plant the almond trees which promised to live forever. I came back to my computer and did a quick search to learn something about the acacia tree. Apparently these trees crucial for the rain forests in Latin America. the gum is important (not sure why), animals and birds make them "home"...native trees that are important to the environment.

    JAB orders these trees uprooted and the almond trees planted because they promise a better tomorrow. Does this sound familiar?

    Happy Thanksgiving Day
    All you Turkeys, Bookies!

    ALF
    November 27, 2003 - 10:48 am
    QUESTION- and more questions????????????

    Why was it that when Pilar and JA’s son was born the condition for him to join the open arms of the Buenida household was that he never be made aware of his true parentage?

    What do the wanderers mean when they stated that the Melquiades’ tribe had been wiped off the face of the earth due to the fact that “ they’d gone beyond the limits of human knowledge? “ Does that mean that their understanding had reached its peak? Had they reached their maximum as far as enlightenment and new inventions????? I had to pause over that question.

    Notice how Aureliano leaving his brothers shadow, as well as his clothes, chose to fit into the image and clothes of his father. How alone he was in the abandoned lab with his experiments. Progress vs. solitude—or is it that the progress begets the solitude as he began to detach himself? As I said (prematurely last week) I feel as if this solitude was catastrophic and destructive for many of the family members.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 27, 2003 - 11:54 am
    Thanksgiving is taking most of my attention - Macy Parade and Football on a large screen with boys saying they are hungrey and no place to eat till dinner - every year...!

    Has anyone questioned where these Arabs are coming from - Arabs in South or Central America?!? Unless Arabs is a generic word for wonderer or the like...

    Coming into manhood in the dark with a mother earth figure - this is when I feel negligent not knowing more of the Aztec myths...

    Have a great weekend folks - Happy Thanksgiving...

    Scrawler
    November 28, 2003 - 12:27 pm
    Who brought the plague to Macondo?

    "[Visitacion] got up in alarm, thinking that an animal had come into the room, and then she saw Rebeca in the rocker, sucking her finger and with her eyes lighted up in the darkness like those of a cat. Terrified, exhausted by her fate, Visitacion recognized in those eyes the symptoms of the sickness whose threat had obliged her and her brother to exile themselves forever from an age-old kingdom where they had been prince and princess. It was the insomnia plague."

    Does anyone know where Rebeca come from?

    "That Sunday, in fact, Rebeca arrived. She was only eleven years old. She had made the difficult trip from Manaure with some hide dealers who had taken on the task of delivering her along with a letter to Jose Arcadio Buendia, but they could not explain precisely who the person was who had asked the favor."

    How do the people of Macondo cope with the insomnia plague and impending memory loss?

    "Those who wanted to sleep, not from fatigue but because of the nostalgia for dreams, tried all kinds of methods of exhausting themselves. They would gather together to converse endlessly, to tell over and over for hours on end the same jokes, to complicate to the limits of exsperation the story about the capon, which was an endless game in which the narrator asked if they wanted him to tell them the story about the capon, and when they answered no, the narrator told them that he had not asked them to remain silent but whether they wanted him to tell them the story about the capon, and no one could leave because the narrator would say that he had not asked them to leave but whether they wanted him to tell them the story about the capon, and so on and on in a vicious circle that lasted entire nights."

    Sounds like one of my teachers in school giving me an assignment.

    How does this episode contribute to human understanding?

    Dreams in sleep may play a role in restoring the brain's ability to handle such tasks as focused attention, memory, and learning. In addition many believe that a person's hidden feeling often surfaces in dreams. Many experts who study dreams also feel that they are related to deep wishes and fears of the dreamer, and several theories explaining the meaning of dreams have been developed. Other scientists argue that a dream is a meaningless response of the cerebral cortex to random stimulation from the brain stem. Which ever you believe, a dream is a story that a person watches or appears to take part in during sleep. Dream events are imaginary, but they are related to real experiences in the dreamer's life. They seem real to the dreamer while they are taking place. There are many types of dreams. Some are pleasant, others are annoying, and still others are frightening. Everyone sleeps and perhaps dreams; without sleep we cannot replenish our energy that we have exhausted during the day. In this way the insomnia episode contributes toward human understanding.

    Scrawler

    Joan Pearson
    November 28, 2003 - 12:30 pm
    Andy,Barbara, interesting questions! Why indeed did JAB and Usula admit Pilar and JA's son, Arcadio, into their home, agreeing he was never to know he was their grandson? I wouldn't say they did this with "open arms" - Ursula admitted the boy "grudgingly"...only because JAb insisted they take him. JAB did so because "he couldn't tolerate the idea that an offshoot of his blood should be adrift." Blood is what binds him to the boy, but at the same time this is a very proud man, and to admit that Arcadio is JA's son would mean acknowledging to the world that Pilar is his mother. She seems to be a disreptutable woman...an "evil woman" Ursula calls her in one instance. I agree, it is ludicrous to think the boy will never know his relationship...expecially since his name is Jose Arcadio Buendia! We'll have to wait and see how this plays out in later chapters. Let's just note that it is NOT Ursula who makes this decision - she only gurdgingly admits him to the family.

    The people Ursula had brought back with her spread the word about the fertile land and soon the small village became a bustling town. JAB gave up his lab work to reorder the town. Because the second group of gypsies "were considered bearers of concupiscence and perversion" they were not allowed to camp in the town. He made it known that if Melquiades and his tribe were to return, the gates would be open to him and those gypsies. Andy, my guess is that these gypsies told JAB that Melquiades and his tribe had gone beyond the limits of human knowledge...because they were jealous of the fact that Melquiades had made such an impressoin on JAB...and their own people were considered inferior.

    Barbara, I'm not sure who these Arabs are...
    "It (Macondo) changed into an active town...with a permanent commercial route over which the first Arabs arrived with their baggy pants and rings in their ears, swapping glass beads for macaws."
    Could it be that GGM is using "Arabs" as another name for gypsies? I did a quick search for Arabs in GGM's world and found only this article in which GGM says - "To me the Caribbean offers everything: indigenous peoples, blacks, Chinese, Arabs, Europeans, Panama canal workers and so on...." GGM's Columbia To me it sounds as if the term "Arab" is used in a stereotypical sense and could be applied to the wandering gypsies. How did you understand it?

    Andy, you posted an interesting thought on the relationship between progress and solitude. Perhaps Progress does not BEGET Solitude, but rather begets the the problems that come with Progress that lead to the withdrawal into solitude? We need to look at the INSOMNIA PLAGUE and its implications to get closer to the answer to this question. I found this episode hugely revealing...

    Joan Pearson
    November 28, 2003 - 12:45 pm
    Anne, we were posting together. "How does this episode contribute to human understanding?" - sounds like something a teacher would ask because Maryal, (a teacher) wanted to include this question. How perceptive of you! Will be back in later to talk about this very important episode.

    I came back just now with devastatingly sad news. Some of you may know that Andrea's grandson had been posted in Iraq until about three months ago. It was with great relief that he returned safely. Andy posted in here yesterday and shortly after, got the news that her beautiful grandson had just suffered a fatal accident. Our hearts and prayers are with you at this terribly sad time, Andrea.

    horselover
    November 28, 2003 - 08:30 pm
    Oh, my goodness! How terrible to return safely from a war and then be killed in an accident. This is such a sad end to the holiday. Andrea, I know nothing I say can really help much, but my prayers are with you.

    horselover
    November 28, 2003 - 08:37 pm
    Joan, That picture you posted looks like it could have been taken at Point Lobos, a National Park on the Northern CA coast. I have photos of trees I took there that look exactly like that one.

    It's interesting that some of the things that victims of the Insomnia Plague did to help their memory are similar to those that victims of early Alzheimer's Disease resort to as well. GGM's description of the terrors of loss of memory are quite accurate, no matter what the cause.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    November 28, 2003 - 09:07 pm
    I am speachless - do not know how to wrap my brain around Andrea's loss much less my heart - I can only think to pray and pray for Andrea and her family.

    Jo Meander
    November 29, 2003 - 12:15 am
    So sorry about Andrea. Any grandma has a special understanding of her loss.

    Joan Pearson
    November 29, 2003 - 07:23 am
    We can only hope and pray that the mother within the grandma finds the strength to help her daughter at this impossibly difficult time. "Speechless", Barb is the only word for it.

    Anne, I'm wondering if Rebeca and Visitacion and her brother didn't come from the same place? Rebeca speaks and understands the Indian language and brings the same illness that caused the Indians to leave Manaure. I thought it was intersting that Visitacion and her brother had been prince and princess in their ancient kingdom. It is Vistacion who recognizes the symptoms of the insomnia plague in Rebeca. Did you notice that her brother leaves town the very next morning..."but Visitacion stayed behind because her fatalistic heart told her this lethal sickness would follow her, no matter what, to the farthest corner of the earth." Why does she feel this way?

    Why did GGM spend so much time on this episode? What does the INSOMNIA and resulting LOSS of MEMORY mean in the context of the development, the PROGRESS going on in Macondo? Are you asking yourself this question too? I'd be interested to hear what you come up with...

    horselover, yes! The way the residents tried to deal with the memory loss is EXACTLY the same as those with progressing Alzheimer's try to cope. We have a neighbor who learned when he was only 57 that he had the symptoms. He did two things...first he wrote a book (now he's working on the third one) - says it's the only way he is staying alive. His first book..."I'm Losing My Mind"...included a description of how he posted labels all over his house - the names of each item. That was several years ago. His illness has progressed, but not enough to stop him from writing his memoirs...which he calls a "long obituary"...he writes beautifully. If you can bear it and are intersted, here is an excerpt from his first book .

    His wife is with him all the time, helping him, supplying words more frequently now. He does take walks around the neighborhood...alone - He frequently gets lost. Well, not exactly lost, he just stops and tries to remember things. He is now past the point where single words help...he needs more detailed descriptions of the purpose of each item.

    Imagine a whole town coping with the loss of memory at the same time! They installed a huge label over the entrance to Macondo...so they would not forget..."GOD EXISTS" - what is the message here?

    Jo Meander
    November 29, 2003 - 08:45 am
    Joan, could this be a reminder: How ephemeral are the achievements and hard-won knowledge of man? That after all God is the one who holds all in his mind and control? JAB labors to understand all natural (and some not so natural) mysteries, refusing to believe that his efforts won't yield him more power and bring great progress to Macondo. He ignores Melqiades when he tells him not to expect great progress from the revelations he brings to him, and someone here (sorry, I haven't time to look back right now for the attribution) pointed out that it was the people Ursula brought back with her that really opened the way for the modern world to join Macondo. The plague of forgetting and the reminder that GOD EXISTS may be telling JAB and his people that life will take a course determined by powers beyond their own.

    Scrawler
    November 29, 2003 - 01:05 pm
    Joan Pearson: Thanks for your kind words. I'm happy you had something to mull over while doing your Thanksgiving'chores. I also was reminded of socialism and communism, but the people seemed if not entirely happy at least content. Perhaps to them these "isms" really didn't mean all that to the individual as long as they brought goodness and order, wealth and happiness. We live in a democracy and so we tend to apply our thoughts to this type of government. But is democracy good for everyone? How would democracy as we know it fall into this novel? Don't you think JAB knew his people well enough to "order and work, which allowed for only one bit of license - freeing of the birds." Did JAB do this because the people were unable to accept complicted orders? Or did he know that all they really wanted was to be happy? Was being happy all that they looked forward to? I love your sentence: "Now the residents are all synchronized to be merry at the exact same time..."exact and unanimous" - it reminds me of driving in the stop and go five o'clock traffic. [Except that I don't see too many "happy or merry" people on the road.]

    Thanks Joan for the information about "acacia" trees. Yes, it does sound familiar, I'm afraid that the saving of our environment will always be an uphill battle.

    Alf: "What do the wanders mean when they stated that the Melquiades' tribe had been wiped off the face of the earth due to the fact that "they'd gone beyond the limits of human knowledge?" I think this is a metaphor for the knowledge that Homo sapiens might acuire that would dangerous to others. For example, the majority of people once thought that the world was flat. But if you went around preaching that the world was round, than you would be dangerous to the well fare of the rest of the people.

    Aureliano being in the lab alone was I think more of an accepted seculsion. Whether this is good or bad I can't say. I did find it interesting that even though his relatives think that this was not good for him; they didn't nag him [like some relatives today would have] to leave the lab. In fact especially the women went out of their way to make him comfortable.

    Barbara: The Arabs came from the overland route that Ursula and her friends created when they returned to Madondo.

    "Melquiades had been repudited by his tribe, having lost all of his supernatural faculties because of his faithfulness to life. He dedicted himself to the operation of a daguerreotype laboratory. JAB had never heard of that invention. But when he saw himself and his whole family fastened onto a sheet of iridescent metal for an eternity, he was mute with stupefaction...He was in fact frightened on that clear December morning when the daguerreotype was made, for he was thinking that people were slowly wearing away while his image would endure on a metallic plaque."

    "If you don't fear God, fear Him through his metals."

    I think both the insommia plague and the daguerreotype prove that there is a superior being that if we don't fear Him; we must fear Him through what he creates. In the minds of these people there is nothing logical in either the insomnia plague or the daguerreotype - it simply can't be explained. Does this idea seem so far fetched? Do we accept "ideas" that there is no explanation for?

    Scrawler

    horselover
    November 29, 2003 - 05:51 pm
    Scrawler, You said that the statement, "The Melquiades' tribe had been wiped off the face of the earth due to the fact that "they'd gone beyond the limits of human knowledge," was a metaphor for the knowledge that Homo sapiens might acquire that would be dangerous to others. I think you are correct. It reminds me of Oppenheimer's statement upon viewing the explosion of the first atomic bomb which he helped create: "Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

    So far, humans have managed to acquire more and more potentially dangerous knowledge without destroying themselves or the world. Knowledge also has tremendous power for the betterment of humankind. Let's hope, for the sake of our grandchildren, that we never go beyond the point of no return in making evil use of such knowledge.

    Surely Shirley
    November 30, 2003 - 05:41 am
    I am puzzled by the insomnia disease. Some posts have compared it to Alzheimer's disease, but that strikes individuals and is not contagious. Does anyone know of a disease similar to the insomnia disease referred to in the book?

    Ursula's remodelled home is quite impressive. It is amazing how well planned the home was. It is just as impressive to know that she earned and saved the money herself with her candy business--quite the entrepreneur.

    Scrawler
    November 30, 2003 - 10:45 am
    I think Visitacion realized that you couldn't run away from what life dictates to you. In "her fatalistic heart' she realized it didn't matter where she goes the "insomnia disease" would come regardless of what she did or didn't do.

    "They installed a huge label over the entrance to Macondo...so they would not forget..."God Exits". How interesting. They have this insomnia disease which affects memory loss, but nevertheless they put up a sign so they will remember: "God Exits!" I don't think there really is any message as such except to remind the reader that there must be a superior being to, as Ginny says, affect "a whole town with the loss of memory at the same time!"

    "Melquiades was inclined to stay in the town. He really had been through death, but he returned because he could not bear the solitude." I don't suppose we could do the same if we couldn't bear our solitude after death or would we want to.

    "That night he [Aureliano] could not sleep, thinking about the girl, with a mixture of desire and pity. He felt an irresistible need to love her and protect her...Time mitigated his mad proposal [to marry the girl], but it aggravated his feelings of frustration. He took refuge in work. He resigned himself to being a womanless man for all his life in order to hide the shame of his uselessness." It showed that he had a good heart for his proposal but to him the only solution to a problem was to throw himself into his work instead of working through his problem. I can relate to the way Aureliano solved his problems.

    "A few days later JAB found a house for the mgistate's family.Everybody was at peace except Aureliano. The image of Remedios, the magistrate's younger daughter, who, because of her age, could have been his daughter, kept paining him in some part of his body. It was a physical sensation tht almost bothered him when he walked like a pebble in his shoe." So much for being a "womanless man for all his life". He went from doing the right thing in regards to the previous young girl to lusting after an under age girl.

    "It's a mistake," JAB thundered. "They would always be a Buendia, per omnia secula secularum." Help! Ginny can you translate? My Latin is a little rusty, but if I had to guess, I think JAB would have said that there would always be Buendias in town unless they chose to be in seclusion.

    Scrawler

    Ginny
    November 30, 2003 - 12:44 pm
    Scrawler, unbenownst to all of us our Pearson is no mean Latin scholar herself (in fact we often argue over translations), hahahaha so I better leave that one to her or she'll shoot me hahahaahaha

    How about BOTH of you join us in the Cicero!

    ginny

    Joan Pearson
    November 30, 2003 - 04:26 pm
    So much good stuff posted - to think about, to agree with...hahaha, and as in any good conversation, to disagree with once in a while!

    Surely - you're right - Alzheimer's is NOT contagious! Is it genetic? ( I'll bet horselover can fill us in on this) The memory loss in Macondo is associated with the insomnia plague. (I wonder if insomnia is associated with Alzheimer's. Somehow I doubt it.) I really don't think there is any disease similar, come to think of it. The whole insomnia plague episode seems to me to be a parable tied in with the progress we were talking about yesterday.

    Contact with the outside world brings great new ideas, innovations and of course, there are always new problems associated with prosperity. Contaminants are introduced into a society which had been "content" under the order JAB had set up...as Scrawler put it - until newcomers with new ideas, and then sudden wealth made them "forget" the old ways and strive onward for MORE. And yes, this insomnia is CONTAGIOUS...insomnia is GOOD - you get work harder, achieve more if you don't waste time sleeping - and who wants to be sleeping while everyone else gets ahead. See, it's contagious!

    Still not sure why the disease is following the one-time princess. "You can't run away from what life dictates to you." Do you see God (or fate) behind this, Anne? Did Vistiacion encounter this same thing in Manaure? Did progress enter her kingdom, and cause her to flee? Is her fatalistic heart resigned to the fact that Progress will follow her and everyone else...there is no sense running from it? Progress that will make everyone forget what they had and cherished and take on new values. Anne, what sounds like determinism or fate sounds like the accoutrements of progress to me. I am not seeing the hand of God at work just yet.

    Joan Pearson
    November 30, 2003 - 05:05 pm
    Jo, I'm not certain, but you and I may differ a leeetle bit on the meaning of the "God exists" sign over Macondo's gates - "The plague of forgetting and the reminder that GOD EXISTS may be telling JAB and his people that life will take a course determined by powers beyond their own." - if you mean that Marquez is saying the the "powers beyond their own is - God. And Anne, you attach no significance to the sign except that it indicates that there must be a superior being to affect the whole town with the memory loss at the same time. The sign is telling the people to remember that God's hand...(fate) will determine their future? I have a different take on it.

    Marquez is a great friend and admirer of Fidel Castro, did you know that? GGM is also AGAINST dictatorship - the government that would have dictated the people celebrate the political regime that took over their land...by painting their houses blue. He would have been FOR the socialist (communist) regime set up by JAB in Macondo. I'm not sure what the attitude is towards the existence of God in Cuba, but do know that it is denied under communism in general.

    I think I see a cynical GGM at work here. The people need to remnd themselves that God exists. If they don't put up this sign, they might forget. Won't God find a way to remind them? They dread the day they will forget how to read. If they don't remember what they read (the Bible) there will be no memory, therefore they will forget there is a God? God is only as powerful as words. I think GGM is saying that God does not exist. JAB concludes the same thing when he doesn't catch him with his camera...no image on a daguerrotype? Then where is the proof that God exists?

    Maybe the story of Melquiades is saying the same thing. The gypsies had told the townspeople that Melquiades and his whole tribe had been wiped out ...(is it implied they were wiped out by God?) because he had gone beyond the limits of human intelligence. horselover, do you think that Melquiades was one to make "evil use" of the results of his investigation into science? If one were to accept the gypsies reasoning - that he was punished by God, what to make of the fact that M. returns...because he cannot stand the solitude? No mention of the God who punished him by wiping out his tribe for overstepping...no mention of God at all. M. returned because he chose to. So you see why I think that Marquez is questioning the presence of God...and the Church, in each of these episodes? Please feel free to disagree...I could be all wet - and it wouldn't be the first time! hahaha

    Joan Pearson
    November 30, 2003 - 07:50 pm
    By the power vested to me, I have extended our discussion of Chapter IV a few days. We lost a few beats due to the holiday weekend, and we don't want to leave any one behind in the dust. So let's see how things go in Maconda once EVERYONE recovers from the insomnia plague...and the dreaded memory loss - which never happened.

    How to explain the "cure"? Was it only necessary for JAB to recover? As leader of the people, if he regains his focus, will everyone else follow? What was the cure? Melquiades gives him a magic potion? I don't know what the ingredients were...but would guess that what Melquiades brings is a reminder of the old days - and also a translation of some Nostrodamus passage. I'd like to know more of Nostradamus...and think any information will be important in later chapters. I always hear of his dire predictions for the future. Look at the outburst from JAB when he hears the translation! Apparently Melquiades has found somthing in Nostradamus' writings that predicts the end of Maconda and the Buendia family...."There will always be a Buendia, per omnia secula secularum" - hahaha, I'm not Professor Anderson and don't even know the specific meaning of saecula, but have sung the Latin enough to know that it means "forever and ever" ...or "from age to age" - "through the ages" - maybe saecula means "age", Ginny? Anne I like your translation of the passage...there will always be a Buendia unless they choose seclusion. Why is JAB speaking Latin here? Is he lost in the writings of Nostradamus? By the end of Chapter IV we find JAB in his own seclusion, babbling in Latin, which no one can understand. What has sent him "over the edge"?

    Let's keep a list of how many characters retreat into SOLITUDE in these two chapters. Scrawler has already pointed out Aureliano (our principle character?) ...he's driven to the lab after meeting that poor little girl forced into prostitution. He thought he could save her by marrying her. Then there the 9 year old Remedios. What is it about her that attracts him? Can anyone explain this man to me? He is afraid of women? Of his own sexuality? Yet he is attracted to little girls?

    ALF
    December 1, 2003 - 09:51 am
    I will just repeat what I had previously and prematurely posted. I am in hiding and attempting to seclude myself for the next couple of hours. We will be returning home tomorrow after the military funeral and I will join you then.

    solitude

    Since reading this story the definition of solitude has taken on a different nuance in its description. Everybody in this fantasy world is alone in one way or another. Solitary Rebeca, while being incorporated into the family life sat for hours sucking her finger in a remote corner of the house, attracted to nothing but the sound of the musical clock chimes. She never lost an opportunity to “lock herself in the bathroom” alone to suck her fingers, as well as sleep with her face to the walls. As she grew, she became lost in her own solitary nostalgia persevering with her old ancestral habits, particularly when she lost her heart and her love. After suffering the threat by her sister Amaranta, she again resorted to solitary confinement in the bathroom sucking her fingers for hours. Of course Amaranta too suffered as she shutherself up in the bathroom and feverishly wrote love letters which she then hid.

    The entire town of Macondo was quarantined and secluded when the plague invaded. JAB insisted on confining visitors and strangers, restricting the perimeters of the town. JAB, himself, was often solitary with his thoughts, taking refuge in his lab. Finally, toward the end of our assigned chapter, he puts himself into a complete delirium, refusing food and sleep, not recognizing one day from another, in his solitude. Aureliano lost himself in his private solitude listening to music with Rebeca. He then finds himself alone and undressed by Pilar (who now lived alone with 2 children)harboring his secret, hidden aim to sleep with her. Pilar’s friendship with Rebeca finally opened up the doors of the house, closed to her after the birth of Arcadio. Our gypsy, Melquides is the epitome of solitude. I love this sentence.

    “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.”

    His appearance became invisible as he rapidly aged and shuffled about the house. I begin to see that everyone is in his own seclusion, withdrawn in one way or another. I have marked hundreds of examples with each character in these 2 chapters alone.

    Scrawler
    December 1, 2003 - 02:04 pm
    Horselover: Thanks for the quote about Oppenheimer: "Now I have become death, the destroyer of worlds." I can't help wonder where it will all end. When does too much knowledge become "evil"? Perhaps it is not knowledge that is evil but the people who use it.

    "[Pietro Crespi] soaked in sweat, keeping a reverent distance from the owners of the house, he spent several weeks shut up in the parlor with a dedication much like that of Aureliano in his silver-work. One morning, without opening the door he placed the first roll in the Pianola and the tormenting hammering and the constant noise of wooden lathings ceased in a silence that was startled at the order and neatness of the music."

    "Ursula drew up a strict guest list, in which the only ones invited were the descendants of the founders, except for the family of Pilar Ternera, who by then had two more children by unknown fathers. It was truly a high-class list, except that it was determined by feelings of friendship, for those favored were not only the oldest friends of JAB's house since before they undertook the exodus and the founding of Macondo, but also their sons and grandsons, who were constant companion of Aureliano and Arcadio since infancy, and their daughters, who were the only ones who visited the house to embroider with Rebeca and Amaranta...But in spite of being the modest and hard-working, the most beautiful girls in town, and the most skilled at the new dances, they (Don Apolinar Moscote's daughters) did not manage to be considered for the party." I wonder why Ursula was so particular in her guest list. Do you think there is a message in this particular passage?

    "Pietro Crespi came back to repair the Pianola Rebeca and Amaranta helped him put the strings in order and helped him with their laughter at the mix-up of the melodies. Rebeca accompanied him to the door, and having closed up the house and put out the lamps, she went to her room to weep. It was an inconsolable weeping that lasted several days, the cause of which was not known even by Amaranta. Although she seemed expansive and cordial, she had a solitary character and an impenetrable heart. On rainy afternoons, embroidering with a group of friends on the begonia porch, she would lose the thread of the conversation and a tear of nostalgia would salt her palate when she saw the strips of damp earth and piles of mud that the earthworms had pushed up in the garden." I think in times of emotional stress Rebeca would resort to sucking her thumb and eating dirt. By eating dirt some how she thought she was in some way connecting with Pietro Crespi. I see a love triangle here. If we don't have love as a theme, maybe we should add it to our list.

    Scrawler

    horselover
    December 1, 2003 - 08:18 pm
    Joan, You are correct: Alzheimer's is NOT contagious. But there is a form of early onset Alzheimer's that is, unfortunately, genetic and runs in families. However, in most cases this disease is not genetic in origin, and its cause is unknown.

    We should also keep in mind that chronic insomnia is a serious illness in itself, and can cause many of the symptoms described by GGM. This is why sleep deprivation is often used as a method of torture and a means to extract confessions.

    I don't think Melquiades was intentionally evil. The scientists who worked at Los Alamos were also basically well-intentioned people who believed they were helping to save lives and save the American way of life from fascism. And maybe they did. Where basic scientific research ultimately leads is unknown. So far, I think the good has outweighed the bad -- we live longer and healthier lives, many fewer women die in childbirth, infant mortality is much lower, the dire predictions of worldwide hunger and over-population have failed to materialize, and many parts of the earth are beginning to recover from human pollution. Let's hope the scales of science continue to tip in our favor.

    Deems
    December 1, 2003 - 08:45 pm
    Yes, indeed, JAB finds the ultimate solitude in madness. The poor man completely loses it and winds up tied to a tree, confined outside the house where he won't cause so much disturbance, speaking Latin as if he was accustomed to do so. He is very much alone, but then he was when he was still of firm mind.

    Rebeca is another excellent example. She is a puzzle, hard to "housebreak," sucking her fingers in solitude and, what, brooding? Like a very young child. We don't really know where she came from since no one in the Buendia family seems to know.

    Jose Arcadio is certainly alone, set apart by his enormous size and virility and no doubt envied by the men of Macondo.

    Aurialano is alone, making golden fish in his studio.

    More, I hope, tomorrow. More than the average work day today due to a colleagues serious illness. Sigh.

    ~Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    December 1, 2003 - 09:24 pm
    Well now, that's an interesting thought..."EVERYBODY in this fantacy world is alone in one way or another" - Andy has observed! Maybe we should make a list of those who are NOT withdrawing into solitude? I would put the indomitable Ursula on the list, wouldn't you? Maybe that won't hold, but she seems determined to deal with the reality of her situation one way or another. Does not retreat. (Rebeca IS something else, isn't she? Will we ever be clued in to what happened to her that caused this nasty dirt-eating habit? She eats worms, snails...their shells too. This girl has come from bad times and reverts when the going gets rough. Is the tendency to solitude a learned behaviour trait?)

    I thought Aramanta was like her mother, until the love bug bit her too and she becomes as solitary as Rebeca. Yes, I do see the whole town secluded and resigning itself to the impending memory loss. If you lose your memory, can you call that state one of solitude, or do you have to be aware of your circumstances for that. So, JAB is responsible for his own condition out in the courtyard. By choosing the solitude of his lab, he put himself out of touch with reality, until he lost his mind. Is this the danger then? If you choose solitude, you become cut off from reality, which results in madness? Remember when Barbara found all that information on solitude...that it is a clinical illness requiring professional treatment.

    Melquiades...isn't that interesting how he came back from the dead because he couldn't stand the solitude - and then shuts self up in the Buendia home, finally speaking to no one but the solitary Aureliano? He seems to be reading a lot of the predictions of Nostradus...


    Anne, Pilar is an interesting character, isn't she? Included in Ursula's "high class list" as you put it. Ursula was particular with her guest list...didn't invite the daughters of the magistrate, but DID invite Pilar. "Feelings of friendship?" Hmmm...Pilar was the mother of her first grandchild. I don't know if she held that against her. These people seem to be able to take illegitimacy in stride - as long as it is kept quiet. Family is important to them, which is why she "grudgingly" took young Acadio into her home...Remember he is not to know his parentage. JAB has his pride. So Pilar is invited because she is family then. Anne, I think we said a while back that familial love should be on that list. (Where is this list that was supposed to go into the heading last week?!)

    horselover, I think it is interesting that GGM chose to link memory loss with insomnia. (I just knew you'd help us out with this!) First he has the residents contract the insomnia plague, which they gladly embrace. Now they can work more hours, achieve more and get richer. (Can you see the parable here...they have contracted "captialism" fever, which GGM regards as a plague that will destroy the easy, carefree life in Macondo.) I'm wondering if the people of Latin America agree with you - that "the good outweighs the bad."

    Next the signs of exhaustion that comes from sleep deprivation threaten to wipe out any memory of the good times past.

    Melquiades'story saddens me...hits close to home. A man who has seen the world and all its wonders...is ignored - his experience and knowledge considered irrelevant in the modern society. He becomes irrational...they say he speaks gibberish, because they do not understand his message. GGM seems to be indicating that he knows something that will affect the future of Macondo. But they don't listen. I'm going to go look up this Nostradamus fellow...

    Maryal!!!...I just see your post now! It is so good to see you. We've missed you here! Worried that you had forgotten us...slipped into the solitude of memory loss.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 02:54 am
    Ursula said earlier, "A person does not belong to a place until their is someon dead under the ground" - so much did this have importance that in soft firmnes she continues, "If I have to die for the rest of you to stay here I will die."

    Does the burying of the bones of Nicanor Ulloa and his wife Rebeca Montiel do it - will the bones of Melquiades stay in the ground --

    I cannot find it but I was sure I read where a group came to Maconda with all their possessions and named among the possessions was including the bones of their ancestors -

    Interesting, after learning Gabriel Garcia Marquez is from Haiti I found out that in the countryside of Haiti, each family compound includes a family graveyard. The tombs of family members are as elaborate as the family can afford. Some tombs resemble small houses built above ground, with the crypt below. The structures built for wealthy families may even contain a small 'sitting room' including a picture of the deceased and good quality chairs.

    When a newcomer enters the family compound for an extended visit, courtesy requires that they sprinkle water at the tombs, so that the ancestors will welcome the visitor. Family members and guests, at any time, make an 'illumination' - they light candles or beeswax tapers placing them on the tombs, while saying a short prayer. Sounds to me like lighting a votive candle in a Catholic Church.

    In the city, the law requires burial in the city graveyard. Again, structures are quite elaborate fitted with large padlocks and other security devices to prevent grave robbers from making off with the metal coffin findings, bones, or other articles of the dead person.

    The bones of dead individuals are considered to have great magical powers, particularly if the dead person was a Houngan, Mambo, (which I assume has something to do with voodoo) or in any other way notable or distinguished.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 04:04 am
    GGM says in the linked article "everything must be defined in the first paragraph: structure, tone, style, rhythm, length and sometimes even the personality of a character. All the rest is the pleasure of writing."

    Earlier had y'all noticed that following through from the first paragraph is the month of March - "Every year in the month of March a family of ragged gypsies would set up their tents near the village, and with a great uproar of pipes and kettledrums they would display new inventions." later in March the gypsies returned with a telescope and magnifying glass and it is in March that Colonel Aureliano faces the firing squad remembering the ice and the pipes and kettledrums and the gypsies reciting Italian Airs.

    Somehow that seems significant to me that yearly in March the gypsies return with certain items and in March Aureliano faces a firing squad. Is the telescope and magnifying glass instruments that lets us know there is a future that can just barely be seen with the naked eye while reading the first part of the story...




    I found oodles about gypsies - Yes, scrawler I read where they came from in the story - it was just that I could not imagine gypsies in that part of the world during the pre and early post Columbian time - to me it would be like reading a story about Texas and all of sudden it was peopled with Eskimos...

    Seems there were two Romani (Roma population, popularly, though inaccurately, called Gypsies) who were with Columbus on his second voyage in 1498. Roma began to reach the Americas and the Caribbean in numbers during the sixteenth century, shipped to work as slave labor on the plantations.

    Spain transported their Gypsies to what is now Cuba and Latin America along with the convicts, Irish and Scot prisoners of war. They were transported as indentured or bonded servants which was no better then a slave - they worked the fields and could be bought and sold or have years added to their term of service at their masters whim.

    In France and England hunting Gypsies became a sport with a bounty offered for a Gypsy dead or alive.

    Queen Elizabeth I of England signed a declaration that all Bohemians, Rogues and Vagabonds (Gypsies were considered Vagabonds) be arrested and hung or transported to the Virginia Plantations as indentured servants.

    And the biggest surprise to me of all is that 40% of pirates were Gypsies - a lot was happening in Spain between 1492 to 1498 - The last of the Moors were defeated and chased out of the country from Granada - the Moors (Arabs) had been a part of Spain for at least 300 years - Morocco was not letting them in --

    In 1492 the Jews who also were kicked out of Spain with a 3 month notice, awful atrocities to the Jewish families and children (700 young Jewish children put on a vacant Island off the coast of Africa alone without any adults - all died) as well as, the Gypsies were kicked out (through language, only in the nineteenth century it was learned they originated in India a 1000 years before) Gypsies or Romani had spread across Europe and Northern Africa with a reputation for lying and stealing --

    Portugal would allow a stop over so to speak (6 month stay at a high surcharge on their meager resources - hardest on the Jews who had to unload land, houses, farms in weeks) many went on to the British Isles and the Americas. The Moors (Arabs) and Gypsies joined with British sailors to sail the Barbary coast where they ended up in the Caribbean and then all over Mexico, Central America and the northern part of South America.

    And so where JAB says the Gypsies travel across the water for 6 months they may have been traveling back to Ireland - many pirates could come ashore in Ireland where as they could not risk the shores of England where they would be caught.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 10:51 am
    History of Pianalo

    Little of the history in this story seems to match - at first we have 300 years since Sir Francis Drake attacked Riohacha and then we have Melquiades saying it was 200 years since he was with Sir Francis Drake - I think that time in this story is suspended - that it is like a fairy tale or myth where things happen and the things happening are telling a second story - there are so many symbols of dream time that I am gathering now - but all the issues of water from swamp to sea to jars of water to tears to river banks to clean water to pans of water moving - on and on as Gaston Bachelard, renowned twentieth century French philosopher writing at the same time as Gabriel Garcia Marquez, says:
    "A man dreaming by the sea, represents the radius of infinity...where as a Village is a world..."

    "Water is not only a group of images revealed in wandering contemplation, a series of broken, momentary reveries; it is a mainstay for images, a mainstay that quickly becomes a contributor of images, a founding contributor for images."

    "Dreams are, for certain souls, the very substance of beauty. Upon waking from a dream Adam found Eve: that is why woman is so beautiful."

    "...earthly life wins back the dreamer who finds in the watery reflection an excuse fo his holidays and dreams. The material imagination of water is always in danger; it risks eclipse when the material imaginatiuon of eqrth or fire intervene."

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 11:52 am
    This one reminds me of the pan of water boiling away after Ursula left and the concept of the ice cooling Macondo as no longer a burning place...
    "...earthly life wins back the dreamer who finds in the watery reflection an excuse for his holidays and dreams. The material imagination of water is always in danger; it risks eclipse when the material imaginatiuon of earth or fire intervene."


    Schopenhaur says, "Dreaming alleviates human sorrow for an instant by detaching manfrom the drama of will"

    back to Bachelard who says this very telling bit --
    "The poet asks us, "to associate ourselves as closely as we can with those waters which we have delegated to the contemplation of what exists." But is it the lake or the eye which contemplates better? The lake or pool or swamp or stagnant water stops us near its bank. It says to our will: you shall go no furhter; you should go back to looking at distant things. at the beyond...The lake is a large tranquil eye. The lake takes all of light and makes a world out of it...Let us note in passing the eye of a feather is called its mirror...The true eye of the earth is water. In our eyes it is water that dreams."


    So many more allusions to dreaming - The laying out of the town by JAB would also come from his ancient roots - the Mayans used the doorways and windows of their buildings as astronomical sightings, especially for the planet Venus. At Uxmal, all buildings are aligned in the same direction. Mayans knew the motions of Venus with much accuracy.

    Venus is an interesting association - since we have several mentions of copper the metal of Venus. The copper locket on the calcified skeleton - on Reveca's right wrist trhe fang of a carnivorous animal mounted on a backing of copper JAB has a copper button on his cardboard collar and copper is mentioned of all the metals used to fuse gold - Venus is not only the morning star but the evening star and associated with water as well as the uniting of opposites, she defends the moon against all monsters of darkness.

    Back to GGM saying the first paragraph is so important where he speak of the Bank of a river with clean water - he also says in that first chapter, "things have life of their own."

    Joan I think it is in the article you linked, if not then anther of the many I have read that are interviews with the man, there is this "...there's the epidemic of oblivion in One Hundred Years of Solitude" -- to me being ovlivious is an aspect of dreaming - sort of like day dreaming while driving and going right past your exit or driving in an area of town you know like the back of your hand but because you were day dreaming all of a sudden you look up, there is a new building and panic you think you are lost.

    In the same article is this --
    All stories are fabulous and allegorical which they have to be, not because Latin Americans, per se, are given more to fantasies but all exiles - whether they are exiled by the state or they go in for voluntary exile - are prone to them. So when Garcia Marquez says in the prologue that the theme common to all his stories is "the strange things that happen to Latin Americans in Europe, the "strangeness" is merely a metaphor for the general human condition where the line between life and imagination becomes very thin.

    These stories are nothing more than the fevered imaginings of the homeless caught between two worlds, one dead, the other powerless to be born because of the drag of memory.


    And so I am seeing memory, dreaming, various waters as clues to the type of dreaming, the passing of time as GGM says in the first chapter, "...beyond genius of nature beyond miracles and magic..."

    Scrawler
    December 2, 2003 - 12:21 pm
    "The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transformed..." I love this paragraph - sounds like a man in love.

    "The newfound harmony was interrupted by the death of Melquiades. Although it was a foreseeable event, the circumstances were not. A few months after his return, a process of aging had taken place in him that was so rapid and critical that soon he was treated as one of those useless great-grandfathers who wander about the bedrooms like snakes, dragging their feet, remembering better times aloud, and whom no one bothers about or remembers really until the morning they find them dead in their bed. At first JAB helped him in his work, enthusiastic over the novelty of the daguerreotypes and predictions of Nostradamus. But little by little he began abandoning him to his solitude for communiction was becoming increasingly difficult. He was losing sight and his hearing, he seemed to confuse the people he was speaking to with others he had known in remote epochs of mankind, and he would answer questions with a complex hodgepodge of languages." I think this paragraph definitely mirrors what happens in our society today. It seems that today's society caters to the young from the clothes we wear to the commercials that promote everlasting youth. I don't know about you but the thought of being 18 again gives me the shivers.

    "With the absence of Ursula, and the invisible presence of Melquiades, who continued his stealthy shuffling through the rooms, the house seemed enormous and empty." I don't think the spirits of the dead haunt to do evil but rather to teach. Melquiades had been a teacher in life why not in death as well.

    "JAB finally got what he was looking for: he connected the mechanism of the clock to a mechanical ballerina, and the toy danced uninterruptedly to the rhythm of her own music for three days. That discovery excited him much more than any of his other harebrained undertakings. He stopped eating. He stopped sleeping. Only the vigilance and care of Rebeca kept him from being dragged off by his imagination into a state of perpetual delirium from which he would not recover." I wouldn't say JAB's condition was one of solitude, but he acted as if there was a demonic presence in his body.

    Nostradamus:

    Nostradamus, assumed Latin name of Michel de Nostredame was a French physician and astrologer. (This may be why JAB is speaking Latin.)

    He achieved distinction for his treatment of those stricken with the plague during the outbreaks of disease in southern France. (Madondo has the insominia plague. As Joan said Melquiades gives JAB the majic potion or cure not unlike Nostradamus.)

    Nostradamus published a famous collection of prophecies, in rhymed quatrains, called "Centuries". Today the name Nostradamus is used to denote any person who professes to be a seer. (Melquiades was a seer.)

    You can't run away from what life dicates to you. Do you see God (or fate) behind this?

    In primitive religions not only external things and places, like the sun, the moon, and the ocean, but also human beings are felt to be charged with numinous [supernatural] atmosphere. I can't say for sure if God or fate were behind what happened to Visitacion but I can see a numinous atmosphere at work here.

    Scrawler

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 12:38 pm
    Scrawler I love this that is said to explain Nostradamus' quatrains...
    The rhymed quatrains of Nostradamus were written mainly in French with a bit of Italian, Greek, and Latin thrown in. He intentionally obscured the quatrains through the use of symbolism and metaphor, as well as by making changes to proper names by swapping, adding or removing letters. The obscuration is claimed to have been done to avoid his being tried as a magician. Of course a skeptic might say it was done so the quatrains could be interpreted to fit numerous situations.
    I now wonder if Marquez used the reference to Nostradamus to let us know he as Nostradamus is obscuring through the use of symbolism and metaphor...

    here is the link to the site that I quoted from -- http://www.activemind.com/Mysterious/Topics/Nostradamus/

    Deems
    December 2, 2003 - 02:03 pm
    Joan~~I promise to keep my eyes on Ursula as the one exception to the solitude attitude. However, I think we must keep in mind that if everyone in one's life retreats into solitude, one is, by definition, also solitary, whether one wants to be or not.

    Barbara~~Marquez is from Colombia, not Haiti.

    On Nostradamus--I think Marquez makes the reference because Nostradamus is probably the best known of the cryptic "prophesiers." I doubt there is any particular symbolic meaning. Nostradamus is one of the bits of lore than Melquiades brought with him.

    Still grading and catching up. . . . sigh.

    AND I left 100 Years at work yesterday. Double sigh.

    Thank heaven we have extended the discussion of chapter four. Now I will have time to read chapter six. I have the feeling that some of us are way ahead of me.

    ~Maryal

    Deems
    December 2, 2003 - 03:04 pm
    I've been reading the short biography that Joan has linked in the heading. In it I discovered that Marquez named his little town Macondo because as a child he had explored the banana plantation near the small town where he grew up with his grandparents.

    The plantation's name was "Macondo" which means "banana" in the Bantu language.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 04:31 pm
    Maryal I thought he was from Columbia also but this is what the article in Joan's link says --
    For him (Gabriel Garcia Marquez) everything that occurred in his childhood had a literary value, which he started appreciating as he grew up, and decided that he wanted to be only a writer, "the best writer in the world." - writing became not only a necessity, but a sweet refuge, the only place no one else can touch, a spot where he can monitor and assimilate and understand the "wild reality" of his chosen territory - the Caribbean, "Why set it anywhere else, when it offers everything," . - in my childhood, when the people in my village were looking for the body of a drowned man. They took a calabash, put a lighted candle in it and placed it on the river. I remember the scene well. I was about seven then, the candle was swept by the current from one bank to another. Then it stopped at a certain spot and started going round in circles. That was where the drowned man was. The villagers dragged him out of the water like a huge fish. I think that the Caribbean today is a bit like the spot where the candle came to a halt after drifting all over the place.

    To me the Caribbean offers everything: indigenous peoples, blacks, Chinese, Arabs, Europeans, Panama canal workers and so on...."

    Yes, set in the Caribbean. And epidemics. And death. All a very essential part of his work. "I've always thought about death. Once I had a dream about a "festive" and happy occasion I spent with friends: my own funeral. Perhaps, a premonition.
    and therefore researching the culture of Haiti which is in the Caribbean, (especially voodoo myths) seems to be an important eliminate to understanding this writer and his story...

    This story seems to have pieces of myth from the Mayan, Aztec, Inca and Voodoo entwined and expressed by the choice of characters and choice of locations.

    Joan Pearson
    December 2, 2003 - 04:47 pm
    Good heavens! You have been busy tying up the bits and pieces of Chapter IV today! I can't wait to get back in here after dinner to read each one carefully. Have cooked up a huge crock pot of chili made with some of the 20 lbs of venison our neighbor "gifted" us with. Enough chili for two armies...need to find recipes for the rest of it and reclaim my freezer!

    I did notice the Haiti/Columbia discrepancy. Barbara, I've believed since the start that Marquez was born in Aracataca, Columbia...have read through the passage you have just cited and cannot see any mention of Haiti. Here's a map of Columbia...you can see its coastlines border both the Pacific and the Caribbean. Would be interested to learn why you think he was born elsewhere...Here's a question for you...if Columbia located in Latin America or South America? Don't laugh, I really don't know!



    On the sixth of March in either 1927 or 1928, Gabriel Jose Garcia Marquez was born to Luisa Santiago Marquez and Gabriel Eligio Garcia in Aracataca, a small town just south of Santa Marta, the capital of the department of Magdalena in Colombia. Garcia Marquez's mother was the daughter of Tranquilina Iguaran and Colonel Nicolas Marquez, first cousins who had been in Aracataca since the end of the War of a Thousand Days in which Colonel Marquez fought under the Liberal general Rafael Uribe Uribe. These maternal grandparents had opposed the marriage of their daughter to Gabriel Garcia, but a temporary reconciliation had brought the daughter home to give birth to her first child.

    Garcia Marquez was left in Aracataca to be brought up by his grandparents for the next eight years. His grandmother was a superstitious woman who would tell stories both amazing and common with equal conviction. Her storytelling style was an influence on Garcia Marquez, as he later stated, "It's possible to get away with anything as long as you make it believable. That is something my grandmother taught me." <1> His grandfather, who was a Liberal leader of the town, died when Marquez was eight years old, and as a result Marquez returned to his parents, who soon sent him away to school. Some more biography

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 05:03 pm
    I do not think he was born elsewhere - I do think from what the article is saying that he finds the Caribbean to be a source for his stories and since I saw the connect with the way they bury their dead in Haiti, compared with the bones that Rebeca carried with her, along with the emphasis the GGM says he places on the Caribbean as a source of so many races and myths and culture and religions, and since Haiti is in the Caribbean, it seemed to help explain that the bones were significant - I cannot imagine anyone in the US carrying around the bones of our departed and so to better understand this difference in culture I think it would be good to have a reference to a group of people that do venerate the dead differently then we do and closer to this story.

    Gabriel Garcia Marquez born in Columbia then why would anything he writes about Mexico be any more off the wall to have a better understanding of that culture and the Mayan and Aztec culture then it would be to understand the culture of any of the Caribbean Islands - he says that is a source of inspiration for him - he didn't include Central America or his own land of Columbia and yet we can see part of the Inca story in this book - seems to me to look at what we can find of the region is going to give us a deeper understanding of what he is saying - because for me this book is more about allusions and a dream world that does not acuratly give us the details of how the area progressed but, the story is like a fog that the essence can be smelled - to match that essence with my own knowledge I cannot do since I do not live in a latin nation although I live near many Mexican people (Austin is 40% Mexican with many from Central American who fled here) for me to understand the culture and myths of the region will help to identify what the essence of this story is about. I also thought y'all would be excited to learn of these differences in culture and see matches that we have not yet made.

    Look I do not want to impose anything on anyone - if you prefer to just use Inca thoughts since Gabriel Garcia Marquez is from Columbia then God bless I will move on...

    I think he is saying he traveled in Mexico and therefore is familier with Aztec and Mayan thinking and since he likes to be inspired by the Caribbean he would also know and use material from the islands - if you prefer a more limited view then fine - just let me know...

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 07:58 pm

    Aracataca

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 08:33 pm
    Soladad por Aracataca

    Joan Pearson
    December 2, 2003 - 08:58 pm
    OK, Barb, sorry, I misunderstood you to say that GGM was born in Haiti. ("Interesting, after learning Gabriel Garcia Marquez is from Haiti I found out that in the countryside of Haiti, each family compound includes a family graveyard...") Thanks for the information on his home town in Columbia...

    Barbara, will you explain again why Rebeca is carrying her parents' bones around with her? You think it has something to do with Haitian tradition? I have a "godchild" in Haiti. Our Parish supports a parish in Cavaillon. My little Guillaume is 7 years old. I'm wondering what traditions his family might have that I am unaware of... I'm not sure what you mean about Incan thought? Or Aztec? Not following, but trying to. It is late and tomorrow things might make a lot more sense.

    As I was looking through earlier pages to see if others came to Macondo with ancestral bones among their belongings, (I can't find any yet) I came across the incident when Aureliano was five and M. came to the house and spun wonderful tales.
    "...his brother, JA would pass on that wonderful image (of M.) as a herediatary memory to all of his descendants- Ursula had a bad memory of that day...entered the room just as M. had carelessly broken a flask of bichloride of mercury It's the smell of the devil. The biting odor would stay forever in her mind linked to Melquiades"
    Now his burial request is of great interest. He tells JAB he has found immortality. When he drowns, JAB says he doesn't need a burial because he didn't die...."He is immortal. He has found the forumla of his resurrection." Yet after burning the odiferous mercury (which smells like the devil) JAB agrees to the burial. I am not sure why he needs a burial if he is not dead. Am not sure of the significance of the burning of the mercury and its link to Satan. Barbara, the Haitian tombs you describe sound like places where it is believed the dead still live...but Melquiades is buried in a grave.

    At the end, the only words spoken by Melquiades the family could understand were..."equinox" and the name of Alexander von Humboldt. Barbara's observation that the gypsies returned always in March, got me wondering whether the spring equinox is connected to this ...here's what I found on Alexander von Humboldt... "His lengthy Latin American journey from 1799 to 1804 was celebrated as the second scientific discovery of South America"...so how does this tie in with Melquiades' claim to immortality?
    hr>
    You have brought us so many gems today, Barbara -
    GGM: "everything must be defined in the first paragraph: structure, tone, style, rhythm, length and sometimes even the personality of a character. All the rest is the pleasure of writing."

    there were two Romani (Roma population, popularly, though inaccurately, called Gypsies) who were with Columbus on his second voyage in 1498. Roma began to reach the Americas and the Caribbean in numbers during the sixteenth century,

    Spain transported their Gypsies to what is now Cuba and Latin America along with the convicts, Irish and Scot prisoners of war. They were transported as indentured or bonded servants

    The time element...forget it.

    The importance of dreams - oblivion (is solitude synonymous with oblivion???)

    The significance of the elements...of copper, the locket, the button..and Venus.
    So many good ideas packed in tight. Will need to think about this as I drift off to sleep...minutes from now. I feel sleep deprived. I hope this doesn't mean forgetfulness. I don't want to forget any of this!

    Joan Pearson
    December 2, 2003 - 09:15 pm
    Anne...I had forgotten Aureliano's "poetry" - all dedicated to Remedios. You're right...he sounds like any teenager in lo-ove. How to account for this man's attraction to the pre-pubescent little girl? In our society he'd be locked up. The contrast between this attraction to youth and abandonment of the old is particularly striking now that you bring it to our attention. And then the contrast between the dancing ballerina, hooked up to the mechanism of the clock - and Melquiades claim to immortality - he'll keep running and running....

    It is those predictions of Nostradamus that interest me. Melquiades was a seer, as you pointed out. I want to know what he SEES. "You can't run away from what life dicates to you." I think you CAN do something about what life dictates...you can make lemonnade, hahaha... Does M. see what life has in store for mankind - for Macondo?

    I don't know why, but I find the the propect of being charged in a supernatural "numinous" atmosphere quite exciting. Vistacion probably doesn't see it that way, but it is certainly an interesting explanation of her fatalistic belief that the plague will follow her wherever she goes.

    Barbara...no wonder M. is incomprehensible to those around him...quoting the quatrains in French, Italian, Greek, Latin. I'm wondering where JAB picked up hs Latin? From Melquiades' notes? Maryal, we are looking forward to the day that you grade those papers and come back to us! That's an interesting thought...if everyone in my life retreats...at the same time we are in common solitude? Back to something Barb said about "oblivion" - if every one is oblivious to what is happening in society, the whole society is in oblivion - or solitude. If the whole town of Macondo is oblivious as to what change is doing to them, they are together in solitude, yes?

    Now that IS a gem of a discovery, Maryal! Macondo - "banana"...banana plantation where GGM grew up! Love it!

    See you birght and early tomorrow morning...let's ease into Chapter V? I know you've read that one!

    Scrawler
    December 2, 2003 - 09:59 pm
    Magical Realism:

    "This blend of fantasy and fact places "One Hundred Years of Solitude" within that type of Latin American fiction known as "magical realism". By embellishing his works with surreal events and fantastic imagery, Garcia Marquez obscures the distinction between illusion and reality. The key to writing "One Hundred Years of Solitude" was the idea of saying incredible things with a completely unperturbed face. The author credits his maternal grandmother with teaching him how to fold the magical into the real. "She was a fabulous storyteller who told wild tales of the supernatural with most solemn expression on her face," Garcia Marquez said. "As I was growing up, I often wondered whether or not her stories were truthful. Usually, I tended to believe her becuse of her serious, deadpan facial expression. Now as a writer, I do the same thing; I say extraordinary things in a serious tone. It's possible to get away with anything as long as you make it believable."

    "Garcia Marquez is perhaps most frequently compared to the American writer, William Faulkner, who also elaborated on facts to create his novels and short stories. Faulkner based his fictional Yoknapatawpha County on memories of the region in northern Mississippi where he spent most of his life. A reviewer referred to Garcia marquez's Macondo as "a kind of tropical Yoknapatawpha County. Garcia Marquez is as fascinated by the capacity of things, events, and characters for sudden metamorphosis as was Faulkner."

    "It was only when Garcia Marquez shook off the influence of Faulkner that he was able to write "One Hundred Years of Solitude". It was this novel that the author's "imagination matured: no longer content to write dark and fatalistic stories about a Latin Yoknapatawpha County, he broke loose into exuberance, with wit and laughter."

    - "New Republic" Alan Weinblatt - "Time" Mary E. Davis

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 10:29 pm
    Yes Joan...that is why I asked if the bones of Melquiades will stay buried - in other words is he or isn't he - and what is he representing - is he an example of a trickster as in so many cultures - one thing for sure he has traveled the world - death followed him in Persia, Malaga, Alexandra, Japan, Madagascar, Sicily, the Straits of Magellan, Singapore and the Java Sea - being a very logical American that litany says he could be one of those who were sailing the tall ships -- but what is this character really saying to us - what is the reason he was included in the story - what are we supposed to understand about someone who defies logic and can live for 200 years as well as, die and come back willy nilly...

    I realize how I run thoughts and sentences together and the inflection of my voice is not easy to translate into words - things that seem preposterous I have a habit of saying straight - imagining everyone can see through the rediculousness of the statement and yet at the same time, I am questioning is there something here that I am missing - this habit is hard to translate when you only see words - I even read the words to myself with the tone of irony that I imagine others are using as they read my words - sorry - plus I do get my feathers ruffled when I am not understood...ah so...

    For me the whole issue of the graves was simply about venerating the dead differently then we do in the States and trying to shed some light on a small waif of a child carrying around the bones of folks who she thinks may be her parents and then, how the builder walls the bones up when the new house is built so they are a part of the house forever - if that is simply an antidote it went over my head and if it is alluding to some myth or understanding of the dead then I would like to discover what the meaning is - come to think of it, as I write this, there is a skeleton figure with a collar that is popular in Mexican culture - hmmmm

    It would be easy to read this as the story of a banana community that unable to grasp its own history or destiny - where others move in and with little effort take over, change the imprint of the people's soul. For me the book can be more - there is a poetry that comes through that is secondary - maybe it is the circular time that I am picking up - but the idea of trying to define each event to actual history seems un-important - rather seeing the tie in with words like -- "village lost in drowsiness of swamp" - "paradise of damp silence - ancient memories...before original sin - sleepwalking in a universe of grief - out of enchanted area...thick starless night - found...seas ashen - foamy - dirty."

    The river is described in that first paragraph as clear water and yet the sea, considered to represent the unlimited universe, is ashen and dirty - what is that all about -

    Haven't found the explanation yet of the skeleton but I found more about the Goddess Xtab - evidently there is a predisposition for suicide within the Mayan culture. Goddess Xtab is represented with a rope around her neck. The Mayans believed that suicides would lead you to heaven. It was very common for suicides to happen because of depression or even for something trivial - and so does GGM's Soladad allude to a struggle with life and death since depression was a common cause of suicide. I guess I am mind leaping here with Rebeca not only carrying around the bones but eating dirt - to me eating dirt, as an adult when she knows the damage, is a form of suicide...

    I also believe the myths of a people may not be consciously known but they play their part in how we act and think - we may not have known what 'Manifest Destiny' was all about but, we in the states still have this drive and concept of taming the unknown and changing it to what we think is a better system - that concept is imprinted on most children in the states - therefore, even if GGM does not actually know the myths of the Meso America and Andean cultures I believe they are within him and would come out unconsciously in his writing - therefore learning more about the Latin American culture, relating what he writes to the history, myths, culture, seeing and paying attention to the poetry in his phrases only brings about a richer experience while reading.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 2, 2003 - 11:11 pm
    wow - this article put a new symbolism to Rebeca eating dirt as an adult - evidently it is not a sign of suicide...Eating Dirt

    Deems
    December 3, 2003 - 08:18 am
    Barbara--I am one of your readers who often gets lost in what you write. Yes, tone of voice is very difficult to manage in writing, and I tend to take what I read without irony or sarcasm unless there is some reason not to.

    I understood you to make a connection between Haitian culture and folkways and this novel that I don't agree with. Puerto Rico is also in the Carribean and I am more familiar with it. Reading this novel reminds me of some of the experiences I had when I taught there. But I don't think that we can point to a specific culture, other than that of Colombia and Mexico (where Marquez has also lived). Rather, I think that all Latin cultures have elements in common.

    Obviously we have a communication problem.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 3, 2003 - 09:25 am
    Hi Maryal - my only reason for looking at Caribbean culture is the article that was linked earlier where GGM says the Caribbean is the source of his writing material - forgot the exact words - and then also learning that both Gypsies and Arabs came to the Caribbean first as a result of what they did with their lives after being kicked out of Spain and one more, that Spain imported Gypsies along with others as indentured servents to the plantations of the Caribbean - with that connection for me, the Caribbean culture seems to be in the pot - not exclusively but as much as will fit to further the understanding of Latin America culture - certainly according to that linked article, it would appear to GGM the Caribbean culture would have more weight than the Aztec and Mayan culture - as I've read and read and read many of the myths and religious practices of the Incas, Mayans and Aztecs I can find bits of each within the characters and place choices within the book --

    Now were I was questioning and yet sounding outragious, that did not come across, is after reading the article it sounded as if they were saying GGM was born in Haiti - I thought it confusing and yet, I questioned maybe there is something I do not know and yet, it seemed outragious -

    But regardless Maryal we really do not have to agree - if we do not agree I prefer to preface my statement of disagreement with something indicating it is my opinion but that is me - bottom line, we have it from the article, the acknowlegement that a good writer is aware we are reading with our own lives as a filter
    "Garcia Marquez reminds us that those who read stories read the story of their own lives, and the consciousness of author, character and reader slide into overlap again."
    For me during all reads, I question why the author chose that place and that character with those characteristics and if they are characteristics I have not encountered regularly I want to learn more...I also pick up on similarities without intending or out and out looking for them - an in-depth or what for many is a second read has always been for me like a detective putting together a jigsaw puzzle of symbols and allusions - I will go to any cultural goodie if it better explains something foreign to my lifestyle - I like to share the excitement of my finds - to learn something new to me is grand - if the find does not bring the character or place more alive for you that is fine, really --

    Seems to me if you lived in Porto Rico you may have some first hand knowledge of Latin America that may not be anymore on target then the findings of how the Haitians bury their dead but it is one bit more then most of us have - I am shocked after living so close to Mexico that I know as little as I do and being a part of a group recently that have formed a Program Club that meets monthly at KLRU to watch and discuss the "American Family" series I learned more in that one night then I have in the 38 years that I have lived here among the heavy Mexican population of Austin.

    We all bring to a read something different - sometimes we go aha and other times our eyes glass over - just as every critique we read does not hit the nail for each of us - but then hopefully we do not have to send out a short memo of disagreement or displeasure - if we were sitting around a table with cup of coffee or a glass of wine how would we respond to each other...

    Carolyn Andersen
    December 3, 2003 - 09:45 am
    LATIN AMERICA AND SOUTH AMERICA: ARE THEY THE SAME?

    Just catching up after a few days away from the computer, and noticed that Joan recently posed this question. Before Norway, I lived in Venezuela and then Mexico(about 15 years altogether). Both of these countries are Latin American. That's a cultural concept including all countries in Central and South America whose languages are derived from Latin. Most are Spanish speaking, except of course for Brasil, where they speak Portuguese. There does seem to be some question whether the few French-speaking areas should be included. After all, there seems to be no really official definition; depends on the writer's taste. But everone agrees that the former English-speaking colonies (i.e. Belize and Guayana) should not be counted in.

    Geographically, South America is the land mass "down there", ending where the isthmus of Panama has its southern end.

    Have enjoyed reading all the recent postings, and will try to keep up!

    CarolynA

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 3, 2003 - 10:19 am
    Caralyn you are asking the million dollar question I think - every site I read has a different definition of Latin America - it appears folks are trying to find a generic word for the lands South of the US but just how far south also seems to be at question - -

    I think it is more like trying to come up with a term to define the Mediterranean nation-states on all side of the Mediterranean - I read in one web site the difference is in the law and the subsequent political nature is the defining issue - that those of us that live in a Democracy have no clue how a Latin based nation is different in its expectations and perceived possibilities for their future - in that article they were speaking of both French and Spanish originated nation-states within this hemisphere.

    But looking at ancient culture, the Mayans and the Aztecs seem to have lived north of Panama and the Incas South of Panama with two groups of Indians, whose name Identifications begin with the letter A but because I not familiar with their heritage I have not remembered the names - at any rate these two groups were on the Islands when the earlist discoveries from Europe were made.

    The Caribbean seems to have had the most influx of different cultures and the original cultue and myths are hard to find - the African culture has left a strong impact on that area - where as Central American, Mexico and the much of the Northern area of South America has had less creolization in comparison to the Caribbean with many archiology sites to examine and a difficult terraine to "tame" it is easier to find information about the ancient culture and myths of these areas.

    Map showing where the Mayan culture abounded and where the Aztec Culture predominated

    But then some sites even throw into the pot American native myths - it appears that all of these cultures seem to have some cross over in beliefs, culture, myth and worship...and because of modern "warfare" many of the Mexican villages have been living in Central America for several generations now...bringing their basic beliefs with them.

    Lou2
    December 3, 2003 - 12:42 pm
    "Garcia Marquez reminds us that those who read stories read the story of their own lives, and the consciousness of author, character and reader slide into overlap again."


    For me during all reads, I question why the author chose that place and that character with those characteristics and if they are characteristics I have not encountered regularly I want to learn more...I also pick up on similarities without intending or out and out looking for them - an in-depth or what for many is a second read has always been for me like a detective putting together a jigsaw puzzle of symbols and allusions - I will go to any cultural goodie if it better explains something foreign to my lifestyle - I like to share the excitement of my finds - to learn something new to me is grand - if the find does not bring the character or place more alive for you that is fine, really --


    Barbara, your quotes above are so meaningful to me... I have been reading each post here, trying to make some sense of this book, which to me, makes no sense... I appreciate your attitude as stated in the above paragraph. Instead of saying, this makes no sense to me... I should have more of your sense of.... what? determination? adventure?

    As each of you come from your points of view, and wow, are there a lot of different ones here, it has been wonderful to try to follow each of your threads... to try to remember your different views and who thinks what!! almost like trying to read the book!!

    I won't post here much, 'cause who likes to have a book they love put down... and I truely don't mean to do that... so many love this book and I'm trying hard to figure out why... and you are each helping me do that...

    Lou

    georgehd
    December 3, 2003 - 04:22 pm
    Lou, your last post hit a responsive chord. I originally suggested this book as I really wanted to read it. Now that I am reading it, I find myself turning to other books and putting this one aside. While I am reading chapter 5, I am hopelessly behind in reading the posts. Will be back home tomorrow and may be able to catch up then.

    Deems
    December 3, 2003 - 05:09 pm
    Do hurry back to us. Give the book about two more chapters and then the plot starts moving with more speed. I'm somewhere in Chapter 7 and eager to go on. While I usually give a book fifty pages to grab my attention (or not), this one gets 100 because of its title.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 4, 2003 - 04:43 am
    Lou2 - Georgehd - flash - all of a sudden it dawned on me - these first 4 chapters (Maryal haven't gotten into chapter 5 just yet) are like reading a story told by King Pellinore in Camelot - remember the wondering knight, all rumpled played by Lional Jeffries who had many humane things to say but wasn't focused in logic and reality - the whole scene about getting satisfaction in a courtroom was a riot - well I am thinking there are parts of these chapters that we probably should be laughing with the author --

    Found this great sight further explaining magical realism that made it so much clearer for me...it is almost like telling a story when you are a child and everything and nothing matters - you have not yet awakened to your power to direct your life or protect yourself from what seems unfathomable.

    I'm remembering when Ursula returns - there is no emotional reaction to her return by Jose - she simply returns with folks from another area - when she left he spent time looking for her and arranged for the baby's care and then picks up with his life - we are left to imagine how he feels before and after her leaving - we are trying to eck out of this story the emotions of love, fear, anxiety, anger, relief, happiness - we do see evidence of jealousy and lust but I'm not remembering too many emotions actually described or made all that obvious.

    At least toward the end of the movie Camelot we knew how King Pellinore felt about Guenevere.

    Joan Pearson
    December 4, 2003 - 08:43 am
    Lou! You made it! And George, I was thinking again over GGM's words..."those who read stories read the story of their own lives." Doesn't that sound like a challenge of sorts? Since the both of you are having trouble getting into GGM's world, you might be candidates here? Will you accept the challenge to find your own lives within these pages? I think I'll double dog dare you!

    Anne - a sort of "tropical Yoknapatawpha County"....I like that , but also agree with the authors you quoted, GGM does go beyond Faulkner's "dark and fatal" - it's that "fantastic surrealism and wit", isn't it. A sort of a fantastic in-your-face meeting with reality, which is so often stranger than what we read here!

    Carolyn from Norway, you have certainly lived in a variety of locales... and climates! An adaptable lady! Thank you for clearing up the Latin America/South America question. If I have it right, South America, the continent begins SOUTH of Panama - and the speakers of Spanish, Portugese and French who live on the continent of South America are considered Latin Americans too. There is an overlap.
    Interesting to note that Panama once was part of GGM's Columbia...until shortly before the canal was dug... Columbia with its Pacific and Caribbean borders was certainly a meeting place/a melting pot and GGM incorporates these cultures and customs into his work.

    Suicide, attempted suicide recurs in this story. I thought it was an interesting observation on Rebeca's dirt-eating habit as an attempt at suicide, Barbara. - She seems to revert to the habit when things go wrong. Dirt-eating seems to go hand in hand with her solitary moments. There is another way of looking at dirt-eating though...found in the link on the subject you brought here on Tuesday
    Although the article says that ingesting dirt in large quantities can be toxic, it does go on to say that in some parts of the world, pregnant women are told to eat dirt for its beneficial properties. The article says that it soothes, is a palliative. It seems that MOST children world-wide eat dirt - naturally...no suicide intended. Could it be that Rebeca reverts to her childhood habit when under stress? It is a comfort to her? Of course she overdid it when she felt she had lost Pietro...overate and became sick. But did she intend to harm herself or was she trying to comfort herself? Eating Dirt.
    Have we talked about Pietro's attraction for both of these girls? He's different - blond. He comes from a storied land far from Macondo, with trinkets, pictures, stories...Is that what attracts them? Do they hope to leave Macondo, or do they just want to hear about other places?

    It's The earth and its properties are of great interest to GGM...whether from the scientific view or...alchemy. Alchemy is a subject that exemplifies Magical realism, I think.
    I'm still wondering over Melquiades' funeral request...to burn mercury for three days in his room. Doesn't this strike you as odd? I've been reading the headlines full of stories on mercury contamination and its noxious fumes in the environment. Ursula had previously told Melquiades that Mercury smelled like the devil. What are the implications of burning this toxin in her house, smelling it up of satan? It isn't easy cleaning up a mercury spill. It isn't easy getting rid of the devil once he has made inroads...staked out his territory.

    Joan Pearson
    December 4, 2003 - 10:00 am
    Barbara, you bring us the examples of GGM's writing that really make this book what it is - not the story line, but the magic of the lines, the fantastic metaphor. We must rely on you to keep the poetry before us. In our face. It's too easy to become involved in the story line and keeping the names straight...and overlook what sets this book apart.

    I've been thinking of the clear water of the river of Macondo's private world and the dirty, ashen water of the sea...the disturbing pollutants that are making their way into the quiet, easy peace of Macondo...

    Chapter V begins with yet another example of outside influences and resulting differences...with the introduction of Father Nicanor and organized religion. He seems harmless enough...and certainly amusing in his convincing "levitation by chocolate"... I'm interested to hear your reaction to this - it sure impressed the people. Did you find yourself accepting the levitation, without question - not as a magician's trick, but as something that Father Nicanor actually had the power to do?

    Lou2
    December 4, 2003 - 10:20 am
    Joan said: Lou! You made it! And George, I was thinking again over GGM's words..."those who read stories read the story of their own lives." Doesn't that sound like a challenge of sorts? Since the both of you are having trouble getting into GGM's world, you might be candidates here? Will you accept the challenge to find your own lives within these pages? I think I'll double dog dare you!


    Yip, that's me... the story of my life... Confusion!!!! Honestly, Joan... I read and read and don't know that I can do it again!! But loving the posts... even through the confusion!!

    Lou

    Deems
    December 4, 2003 - 10:49 am
    What a character he is, since you asked Joan! He falls in my category of "OK, he is good looking, but he is so passive and . . . .whimpy that he would make a terrible husband." He seems fussy to me with all those miniatures and toys and musical instruments like the zither. Nothing wrong with the zither, of course, but the name itself is kind of funny.

    Pietro is glad to be engaged to any young woman but he is equally willing to wait forever (the passivity again) to get married.

    Pietro contrasts with Jose Aureliano, that giant of a man who reminds me of Paul Bunyan. The man is strong, hardworking, bigger than big and thoroughly "male" in the traditional sense. Women swoon when he walks into a room. He has no problem finding multiple willing partners. He is covered with strange tattoos--it's really hard to imagine a tattoo on Pietro, isn't it?

    I think that both Rebeca and Amaranta are attracted to Pietro because they have no experience, know very little about life, and have been so sheltered. He must seem like a relief to these girls who have such an unruly father and brothers.

    But I think Pietro is a loser.

    Scrawler
    December 4, 2003 - 11:21 am
    "[Father Nicanor Reyna] planned to return to his parish after the wedding, but he was appalled at the hardness of the inhabitants of Macondo, who were prospering in the mildest of scandal, subject to the natural law, without baptizing their children or sanctifying their festivals. Thinking that no land needed the seed of God so much, he decided to stay on for another week to Christianize both circumcised and gentile, legalize concubinage, and give the sacraments to the dying. But no one paid any attention to him. They would answer him that they had been many years without a priest, arranging the business of their souls directly with God, and that they had lost the evil of original sin. Tired of preaching in the open, Father Nicanor decided to undertake the building of a church, the largest in the world, with life-size saints and stained-glass windows on the sides, so that they would come from Rome to honor God in the center of impiety. He want everywhere begging alms with a copper dish."

    It always amazes me that people like Father Reyna say they come to Macondo to Christianize the people and than proceed to beg for alms to pay for: "life-size saints and stained-glass windows."

    "The boy who had helped him with the mass brought him a cup of thick and steaming chocolate, which he drank without pausing to breathe. Then he wiped his lips with a handkerchief that he drew from his sleeve, extended his arms, and closed his eyes. Thereupon Father Nicanor rose six inches about the level of the ground. It was a convincing measure. He went among the houses for several days repeating the demonstration of levitation by means of chocolate while the acolyte collected so much money in a bag that in less than a month he began the construction of the church."

    I think the above paragraph is a good example of "magical realism" in that Garcia Marquez obscures the distinction between illusion and reality. The priest was collecting money for the construction of the church which was a reality while his levitation by means of chocolte was an illusion to gain that money.

    "Future generations, who never let the lamp go out, would be puzzled at that girl in a pleated skirt, white boots, and with an organdy band around her head, and they were never able to connect her with the standard image of a great-grandmother. Amaranta took chrge of Aureliano Jose. She adopted him as a son who would share her solitude and relieve her from teh involuntary laudanum that her mad beeseeching had thrown into Remedios' coffee. Pietro Crespi would tiptoe in at dusk, with a black ribbon on his hat, and he would pay a silent visit to Rebecca, who seemed to be bleeding to death inside the black dress with sleeves down to her wrists. Just the idea of thinking about a new date for the wedding would have been so irreverent that the engagement turned into an eternal relationship, a fatigued love that no one worried about again, as if the lovers, who in other days had sabotaged the lamps in order to kiss, had been abandoned to the free will of death. Having lost her bearings, completely demoralized, Rebecca began eating earth again."

    It seems to me that the more civilized these people get that the crazier they become. But the above paragraph is also a reflection of what happens when someone dies in a family. We tend to be so focus with those who have passed away that we fail to recognize that there may be other family members who seek happiness in their lives and because of a member of the family's untimely death are forced into a feeling of dread that they may never acquire true happiness.

    Scrawler

    Joan Pearson
    December 5, 2003 - 09:41 am
    Well, Lou, there you go! CONFUSION, yes, that's what's happening in Macondo too. These people were content before Moscote with his government regulations came to town, and as Anne our Scrawler noted, they had been happy to follow the natural law and worship God without a church, without baptism (they considered themselves free from Original Sin...just like Adam and Eve in the Garden!). Did you notice that after Fr. Nicanor makes inroads in the community, Ursula has Pilar and Aureliano's son baptized "Aureliano Jose"? Is this the first of the Buendias to be officially baptized?

    Anne...is that what GGM believes, do you think? "The more civilized they get, the crazier they become?" If by "crazier", you mean the more emotionally unbalanced they become? Watch out, Lou, the more chaotic life becomes, the more "confused" and unfocused you become, you start to withdraw...and say the heck with it, the heck with it all. And when you withdraw into solitude, you lose touch with reality. Watch GGM's characters as the story unfolds and see if this holds true.

    Joan Pearson
    December 5, 2003 - 09:56 am
    "It always amazes me that people like Father Reyna say they come to Macondo to Christianize the people and than proceed to beg for alms to pay for: "life-size saints and stained-glass windows." Scrawler

    Anne, I notice that people weren't forking over the money to build the church with the stained-glass windows UNTIL they received a sign that there was something to the message Fr. Nicanor was preaching. There had to be some supernatural benefit, or they would spend their money elsewhwere...at Catarino's bar for example. The tangible proof that the priest's words had weight - levitation by chocolate.This they accepted - wouldn't you? How else to explain it. I love the way GGM presents this to us without explanation. This MAGIC IS REAL. I suspect that GGM is poking at the "myteries of the church" which are part of the accepted faith...especially the Resurrection - (magic realism?)

    So now we have three influences at work, disturbing the peace of Macondo - increased traffic and commercialism, outside governmental controls and organized religion. What effects will these elements have on the Buendias? (What effect to they have on our own 'stories'?

    Joan Pearson
    December 5, 2003 - 10:37 am
    From Meg's list of name meanings...
    Remedios ~ [from L. remedium (a cure, remedy, medicine); from re- intensive prefix + mederi (to heal)]
    I'm still trying to understand how Remedios had such an impact on the Buendia family? She's a little girl...is that it? She comes into this family with the light-hearted innocence of a child? I can't think of another reason her presence would "REMEDY" the situation in the Buendia household, can you? Is it Aureliano's love for her? What kind of love is this? She still has a room full of toys, even though she is still in puberty. And now she's pregnant - that always brings joy to a home.

    She's pregnant...and then she's accidentally poisoned and the family withdraws into deep depression.

    Weren't Rebeca and Amaranta already depressed over Pietro? Amaranta was trying to kill Rebeca with the landanum (did I understand that right?) Rebeca who was consuming toxic quantities of dirt at the time.

    Maryal, did you notice Pietro's concern for Rebeca after Remedios' death? Tiptoeing in to sit with the Rebeca - black ribbon on his hat. You forgot to add "sympathetic and caring " to your description of "wimpy" boy. How can you call JA "hardworking"? I admit there's an animal attraction that draws Rebeca from this worn-out and apparently doomed romance with Pietro to JA... Is she trying to escape depression (she knows how and why Remedios died), is she trying to escape solitude by running off with JA?

    I've been thinking of some parallels between JA and Melquiades - both widely travelled to many of the same places - Sea of Japan, etc. They both come back to Macondo with secrets, possible answers to life's mysteries, having seen and learned much in their travels...JA covered from head to toe with cryptic tatoos that no one understands, Melquiades speaking many languages that sound like gibberish to the people of Macondo. Pietro comes with news of the outside world too. Rebeca and Amarantha both enjoyed his stories of what he'd seen in Florence and Venice (I did too!)...but they aren't the same sort of wild, untamed stories that Melquiades and JA have to tell (but don't).

    Anne, why do you think this handsome young man wants to be engaged to "any young woman" in the swampy outback of Macondo? I'm not understanding that at all. What does Macondo have that Italia does not? I can understand his love for Rebeca, but don't know why he didn't leave town when she ran off with JA...

    I agree with you that the impact of Remedios' death convinced members of the family that true happiness elusive. They saw the love Aureliano had for this beautiful young girl...and they saw it extinguished. I thought it was interesting that Aureliano was able to contine his ties with the dead girl's family...and became close to Don Moscote.

    Let's look at Aureliano at this vulnerable time of his life and try to understand what motivates him to come out of his solitary mourning...Do you see him emerging as the central character at this point?

    georgehd
    December 5, 2003 - 11:42 am
    Lou (231) I am still here and will finish this book even if I complain a lot. The author did not win the Noble Prize for nothing. I knew that I would be challenged; I am too much a realist. Fantasy and magic have not played a big role in my life. But I do like confusion at times - it makes me think.

    Scrawler
    December 5, 2003 - 12:59 pm
    I think that Pietro is a metaphor for the femine side of men while Jose Arcadio repesents the male side of the same men. (I might add that women have the duel personalities of femine and male as well as both men and women having good and evil within themselves.)

    Jose Acradio:

    "A huge man had arrived. His square shoulders barely fitted through the doorways. He was wearing a medal of Our Lady of Help around his bison neck, his arms and chest were completely covered with cryptic tattooing, and on his right wrist was the tight copper bracelet of the "ninos-en-cruz" amulet. His skin was tanned by the salt of the open air, his hair was short and straight like the mane of a mule, his jaws were of iron, and he wore a sad smile. He had a belt on that was twice as thick as the cinch of a horse, boots with leggings and spurs and iron on the heels, and his presence gave the quaking impression of a seismic tremor."

    Pietro Crespi:

    "Pietro Crespi was young and blond, the most handsome and well-mannered man who had ever been seen in Macondo, so scrupulous in his dress that in spite of the suffocating heat he would work in his brocade vest and heavy coat of dark cloth. Soaked in sweat, keeping a reverent distance from the owners of house, he spent several weeks shut up in the parlor with a dedication much like that of Aureliano in his silver work."

    "Only Rebeca succumbed to the first impact. The day that she saw him [Jose Arcadio] pass by her bedroom she thought that Pietro Crespi was a sugary dandy next to the proto-male whose volcanic breathing could be heard all over the house. She tried to get near him under any pretext."

    "She had to make a supernatural effort not to die when a startling regulated cyclonic power lifted her up by the wrist and despoiled her of her intimacy with three slashes of its claws and quartered her like a little bird. She managed to thank God for having been born before she lost herself in the conceivable pleasure of that unbearable pain, splashing in the steaming marsh of the hammock which absorbed the explosion of blood like a blotter."

    "Three days later they were married during the five-o'clock mass. Jose Arcadio had gone to Pietro Crespi's store the day before...When they were alone in the room that was crowded with musical instruments and mechanical toys, Pietro Crespi said:

    "She's your sister."

    "I don't care," Jose Arcadio replied.

    Pietro Crespi mopped his brow with the handkerchief that was soaked in lavender.

    "It's against nature," he explained, "and besides, it against the law."

    Jose Arcadio grew impatient, not so much at the argument as over Pietro Crespi's paleness.

    "Fuck nature two times over," he said. "And I've come to tell you not to bother going to ask Rebeca anything."

    But his brutal deportment broke down when he saw Pietro Crespi's eyes grow moist.

    "Now," he said to him in a different tone, "if you really like the family, there's Amaranta for you."

    What do you folks think of this development? Do you have sympathy for either of these two men? Can you relate to either of them or to both of them?

    ALF
    December 5, 2003 - 03:32 pm
    Jose Arcadio blew into town, prostituting himself and showing off his "masculinity." The story tells us that he was covered from head to foot with tatooes. My guess is that she took one look at his " barber pole" he so proudly displayed and fell in love immediately. Red, white and blue!!! I can't say I blame her, Pietro was effeminate,a wimp with no b***s.

    Deems
    December 5, 2003 - 03:34 pm
    Anne quoted above from the novel:

    "Pietro Crespi was young and blond, the most handsome and well-mannered man who had ever been seen in Macondo, so scrupulous in his dress that in spite of the suffocating heat he would work in his brocade vest and heavy coat of dark cloth. Soaked in sweat, keeping a reverent distance from the owners of house, he spent several weeks shut up in the parlor with a dedication much like that of Aureliano in his silver work."

    Yep, Joan, he is willing to sit and mourn with young women, but just LOOK at him in his brocade vest. I think he has to look for women in this backwater nowhere town because he has been universally rejected in Italia. OK, I made that up, but your question is perfectly valid. What's he doing here in Macondo anyway?

    Notice how quickly Rebeca renounces Pietro when Jose Arcadio comes into sight. Now there is a MAN!

    I have nothing against sweetness and gentleness in a man, but Pietro seems to me to be utterly lifeless in his brocade vest. Yuck.

    ~Maryal

    Deems
    December 5, 2003 - 03:35 pm
    Hello ALF! I see that we have similar taste in MEN. Good to see you!

    ALF
    December 5, 2003 - 03:39 pm
    Politics and all of its evil enter with the liberals vs. the conservative party. Why is it that leaders become so evil in their pursuit of "justice?" The more cultured Macondo became the more barbaric they acted. Assaults on hous and on people became rampant. Is that what Nietzsch meant when he said that higher culture is based on the spiritualization of cruelty?

    Hey Maryal! I am not surprised! Tell me what gives with these boils or bumps or glands or whatever the heck it was unter the Colonel's arms while he was in prison? Is this significant?

    Deems
    December 5, 2003 - 03:51 pm
    I noticed the same thing when the book turned political. Col. Aureliano has no political stance at first; then he announces, when questioned that he is a liberal (after the ballot box stuffing occurs).

    The revolution and the military maneuvers remind me of every revolution in every Latin American country that I've ever read anything about (and I haven't read that much). It seems that once these revolutions get going, they keep going and going and going (like the Energizer bunny) until in the end, people forget what they were fighting for. It seems to me that Marquez does an excellent job describing the ongoing revolution.

    Deems
    December 5, 2003 - 03:53 pm
    I noticed those bumps, sores, whatever they ares too, but I don't know what they are. Let's ask Joan.

    Could be a staph infection in the lymph glands?

    Joan Pearson
    December 6, 2003 - 05:27 am
    Good morning! And what a lovely morning...our first snowfall of the year. The ground - the streets are under 3 inches and its still falling. (though the wonderland would be even more wonderful if I didn't have to go into town to work this morning! We don't handle snow well in the DC area!)

    George, do you think that perhaps GGM himself IS a realist - and that growing up in this land and living through so many uprisings, the only way he can handle reality is to retreat to this fantastic portrayal? How else to survive without retreating into ones solitary corner. Does he sound like a man who has lost touch with reality to you?

    Anne, I loved the portrayal of Jose Arcadio - I can imagine the quiet house of mourning into which he "storms".. the "foundation shook"..."earthquake" ..."seismic tremor"..."thunderclap"...this is the effect his entrance and appearance had on Rebeca-got her attention right right off, as Andy notes. Rebeca hadn't arrived before he left town as an adolescent. She would be about 6-8 years younger than he? She didn't know of his storied endowment. But his "tired voice" and "sad smile" - that she probably responded to as well, don't you think? This virginal maiden is not put off by the belching, volcanic breathing, flatulance, the whoring. She does agree with you, Maryal, the well-mannered, handsome boy seems a "a sugary dandy " by contrast. Wasn't he so totally ineffective in lifting her out of her melancholy - she needed to be "taken" out of herself. And she was.

    Did you notice JA soften when he saw Pietro's tears...in a different tone - he offered Pietro his little sister.

    Anne, I don't know if I can relate to either extreme, but DO understand Rebeca's reaction. I'm wondering what kind of a future she will have with such a man though. I worry about her, but I bet she won't find the time or have the urge to eat dirt again!
    "A scorpion bites Rebeca" - Would the scorpion be JA then?


    Did you notice that Rebeca and JA got married at Mass? So Father Nicanor has made inroads in Macondo - assuming that they got married in Macondo. In Chapter VI Pietro's role in building the church, donating the harmonium, setting up the children's choir (many of these same children must be in Arcadio's school), bringing the Gregorian chants to Father Nicanor's plainsong masses. Urusla loved him...Ursula loved the mass, the church. Maryal,your keep bringing up that brocade vest of Pietro's...and it's got me thinking how inappropriate it was in this climate - how inappropriate the Italian vestments and embellishments to the Mass would be in this same climate. Could GGM be using Pietro's ineffectiveness to emphasize the ineffective Roman church in dealing with the reality of Macondo?

    Joan Pearson
    December 6, 2003 - 06:13 am
    Maryal, when the talk turns political, you noted that Aureliano had no political stance. The stuffing of the ballot box made an impression on him, didn't it? He noted..."If I were a Liberal, I'd go to war because of the ballots." But he's not sure he is a Liberal yet. It is the death of Remedios that had sent him into withdrawal. It seems his only contact was spending time with the Moscotes, where the talk centered on the Conservatives and the Liberals who were restless for change - right there in Macondo. Aureliano wasn't aware of this - until now. As he listens to the arguments of the merits of each side...The Liberal views of marriage, divorce, rights of illegitimate children, a federal system of government vs the Church and the supreme governmental authority - he seems to be most interested in the "rights of illegitimate children" issue.
    "Because of his humanitarian feelings Aureliano sympathized with the Liberal attitude with respect to the rights of natural children"

    Now it begins, Andy...Aureliano begins his pursuit for justice - reluctantly emerging from his natural, solitary tendancies with the best of intentions. It remains to be seen - will he "forget what he's fighting for" as Maryal suggests - will war make him "cruel" and "barbaric" as you you fear? Say it isn't so. (Will you show me the armpit boils in chapter VI, Nursie?

    But what of the "illegitimate" children? There are certainly many in the Buendia family - with attention centering on Jose Arcadio's illigitimate son, Arcadio. I don't understand how the boy does NOT know that JA is his father! (He sure doesn't know Pilar is his mother!) Aureliano leaves this kid as the civil and military leader in Macondo when the Liberals (mostly adolescent students in his school) take over...and guarantees his Conservative father-in-law personal safety. (???)

    The town is divided...so is the Buendia family... On which side is Ursula? JA and Rebeca? Amaranta? Can you think of anything that would have preserved the quiet, easy peace of this town...or was this situation inevitable from the start? Why is this situation suddenly making me uncomfortable? I absolutely hate the idea that things are predestined, that we have no control over our own fate. Yet, right now I need reassurance...I need a hug. Need boots too. Off for the day - Looking forward to your posts from you nice cozy houses.

    ALF
    December 6, 2003 - 07:30 am
    Joan--- When Ursula visited the Col. in jail she "found him in the room that was used as a cell, lying on a cot with his arms spread out because his armpits were paved with sores." When she left she advised him to "put hot stones on his sores."

    She brought him a gun and left with CAB's poetry?

    Joan Pearson
    December 6, 2003 - 08:26 am
    AHA! No wonder I couldn't find it...you're referring to a scene in chapter 7. We'll catch up with you next week. But, Andy, in the meantime, hit your medical books, will you? I wouldn't be surprised if these sores aren't connected to some sort of sexually transmitted disease? 17 sons by 17 different women! He was "active"...I noted that all 17 were "exterminated in one night." !!! I'm sure we'll be reading more of that in later chapters too...

    ALF
    December 6, 2003 - 09:00 am
    I DID IT AGAIN! I HATE THESE BOOKS THAT DON'T HAVE THE CHAPTERS LISTED. I AM SORRY--- AGAIN!

    I'm shouting at mine own self.

    Scrawler
    December 6, 2003 - 12:08 pm
    I think people are happier living within natural law. I think they become confused and their lives become emotionally unbalanced. If JA had arrived back on the scene before the arrival Pietro Crespi or the good father would the out come have been the same with his sister? Would we have thought differently about him or would we have only considered that they were living according to the natural law? As a people become more civilized does it increase doubts in whiat they should or should not do?

    I have to disagree with your statement: "...the more chaotic life becomes, the more "confused" and unfocused you become, you start to withdraw...and say the heck with it, the heck with it all. And when you withdraw into solitude, you lose touch with reality." I think its when you become confused or chaotic in your life and withdraw into solitude that you start to really see reality for what it really is and start asking questions about it. Chaos is what gets us started in asking questions. If you don't ask questions than we are danger of standing still and accepting anything that is given us. If we want to keep our ideals, we must fight for them and we need solitude to do this.

    "The Liberals determined to go to war. Since Aureliano at the time had very confused notions about the difference between Conservatives and Liberals, his father-in-law gave him some schematic lessons. The liberals, he said, were Freemasons, bad people, wanting to hang priests to institute civil marriage and divorce, to recognize the rights of illegitmate children as equal to those of legitimate ones, and to cut the country up into a federal system that would take power away from the supreme authority. The Conservatives on the other hand, who had received their power directly from God, proposed the establishment of public order and family morality. They were the defenders of the faith of Christ, of the principle of authority, and were to prepare to permit the country to be broken down into autonomous entities. Because of his humanitarian feelings Aureliano symathized with the Liberal attitude with respect to the rights of natural children, but in any case, he could not understand how people arrived at the extreme of waging war over things that could not be touched with the hand."

    Ok I can see that some things never really change. I too can't understand "how people arrived at the extreme of waging war".

    Scrawler

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 6, 2003 - 12:57 pm
    Whoops Scrawler you posted while I was writing - Those first chapters do set us up don't they to believe that peace is perferable to war and innocensce has a priority over trickery and lying. The marriage between Aureliano and Remedios reminded me of the royal marriages in history that solidified power - sure gave Don Apolinar Moscote a leg up so that he could more easily take over.

    Are y'all shoveling today or is it still snowing - we are cold and it is so hard to keep this house warm -- I'm actually being very Mexican drinking hot chocolate with Linda Ronstadt's "Canciones de mi Padre" playing -

    Have any of you seen that Johnny Depp (sp) movie - something Pirates in the Caribbean - on the phone with my daughter last night and they loved it - as she was explaining about charcters that were dead with knives in their back and then in the next scene alive I wondered if this was the movie version of magic realism - everything I Read it appears to by a form of expression that is identified with Latin American writers.

    I am loving the off the wall way of describing life's mis-adventures unexpected - reminds me of the on-going hassel I have with the phone company - they call - offer me a service - I accept - the bill comes as if I had not accepted the service that was going to eliminate certain charges - after mashing 16 buttons and getting 18 recordings I finally get with the billing department and they decide to give me a rebate - fine - except two months later we start in all over again with the charges appearing on the bill - I do not know who is speaking another language and should be tied to the tree, me or the phone company - we seem to talk past each other like ships in the night!

    Before I can share my thoughts on chapter 5 I need to share this bit about Drake -- As a child I am remembering learning about Drake as a heroic figure, wearing black tights and a ruff, who spreads his cape over a puddle for his Queen, a famous navigator who brought back riches to England; not Drake, the scourge of Spain's colonies - and yet, I am reading that is how he is thought of in the Spanish world - and so I did not take the story of Ursula's great-great-grandmother's as more than a fable where as it is actually showing the terror still spoken about in the Hispanic culture - a reality I guess that adds to this concept of magic realism.

    As often after death, thirty years following Drake's death, there are published accounts of his voyages withheld in his lifetime and biographies stressing his role as a national example. The title-pages are cheerfully chauvinistic: `Calling upon this Dull or Effeminate Age, to folowe his Noble Steps for Golde and Silver' -- This is the profile of Drake that I learned from my history books.

    Where as during his lifetime there was one brave heart, John Cooke, who wrote about England's best loved hero (who was hailed by the people of England and knighted after the voyage of circumnavigation) as a `tyranous and cruell tirant', guilty of `murder, ... venome, ... conceyved hatred' and `moaste tyranicall blud spillyng.'

    It seems in later years there was criticism of Drake by more distinguished figures who knew Drake was very much alive where as, the ship John Cooke sailed lost contact with the Hinde in a storm and it is possible that John Cooke risked writing these words thinking Drake was dead.

    Drake was known in Spain and in the Spanish empire as a pirate and heretic, operating beyond the bounds of maritime and political decency...

    Drake came to the attention of the Spanish during his 1572-73 voyage when he attacked on Nombre de Dios and seized bullion from the Panama mule-trains. In Philip of Spain's correspondence Drake's name is frequently mentioned as Draque, Francisco Draque or El Draque, and more familiarly as El Capitan Francisco.

    With his navigational feats involved in his voyage round the world in 1577-80, his raids on ship and shore, swaggering good humor and hospitality to prisoners, the Spanish built him into mythical proportions. Rumors began that he had supernatural powers achieving his successes with the aid of a familiar or demon.

    Well-reported were his Protestant Services on the Hinde, which for Catholic Spain during the height of the Spanish Inquisition, made Drake a henchman of the devil and further supporting that label was the heavy handed pillaging of colonial churches by his crew. By 1580 the Spanish thought of him as an extraordinary navigator, a generous opponent, nevertheless a paragon of both heresy and piracy. Drakes crews were called los luteranos (the Lutherans) rather than los ingleses, and Drake simply as el corsario.

    His name, Drake, helped to develop this mythification. In Spanish, Draque (two syllables) sounds harsh, add the definite article El Draque and it sounds ominous, dehumanized; the name continues to be used today to frighten naughty children... in Latin, Draco, lends itself to Drake as a fire-breathing dragon figure by poets and engravers in both Spain and England as well as, a dark character in the Harry Potter series.

    A nineteenth-century biography of Drake published in Puerto Rico begins:
    `Drake is coming!' . . . The exclamation summed up everything. El Draque, or `The Dragon', as he was called, meant battle, ruin, mourning and desolation.

    It was synonymous with the approach of violence, pillage, cruelty and slaughter,. . . his ships left a wake of freshly spilled blood . . .


    Typical of the Hispanic consciousness this writer ignores Drake's swashbuckling glamour. This mythicalized enemy continues today to haunt Hispanics with a Draconian terror. And so the skeleton's are calcified and their armour rusted from Drake's time. While looking for gold the remains are pulled from the ground just as their exploits can be pulled from the collective conscious. And yet, this sketeton is humanized with a lock of a woman's hair in a copper locket making the terror that was, real - since here is evidence of a real human who loved a women.

    horselover
    December 6, 2003 - 01:21 pm
    It's interesting that GGM tells us that Melquiades "had really been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude." In "Coming Into the End Zone," Doris Grumbach says, "Does one enjoy solitude more in old age because it is a preparation for the long loneliness of death?" Before this, I had never thought about death in terms of solitude or loneliness. To me, it was either oblivion or a place in Heaven in the company of angels. Although I suppose because one is permanently separated from the living, it is a form of solitude and loneliness.

    In these latest chapters, GGM is beginning to talk about Latin American politics: the corruption, the dishonesty, the violence, the dictatorial behavior of its leaders. It reminds me of all the stories I have seen on the news about people, usually dissidents, disappearing never to be heard from again, and of mothers weeping for lost children and trying to find out what has happened to them. I have often wondered why my own country progressed from monarchy to democracy while so many other nations seem unable to throw off the shackles of dictatorship. What evolved in Macondo may provide some answers: the nepotism, the concentrated control in one, or a few, families whose faulty judgement and self-interest is substituted for the will and interests of the people--all these have created in Latin America a two-tiered society, the very rich and powerful vs. the poor and helpless.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 6, 2003 - 02:59 pm
    horselover interesting isn't it the change of tone in the fifth chapter - as if the plotting of war becomes so real there is no longer this suspended dream world where you are not sure what is going to happen next - but I wonder - what do you think - I am of a mind that the corruption and dishonesty really doesn't start in this chapter - we just read about it on a larger scale - but then they say that the larger picture is only the accumulation of all the little dots --

    When I look at the earlier part of the story on a small scale we have lying, and corruption on and on - the girls fighting over Pietro, Amaranta threatening Rebeca, the second set of Gypsies renting a few minutes of wonder and change but not giving as Melquiades and his group, the girl Catarino being exploited, the sneaking around with Pilar Ternera, even tying JAB to the tree because he appears incoherent and then when Don Apolinar Moscote first comes to Macondo as if he had the right to direct the population, and Father Nicanor weaving his magic to get what he wants and believes the people of Macondo should want.

    I am thinking the change or opening gambits of war was when Don Apolinar Moscote and Father Nicanor came to Macondo pushing their values on the village. Up until then it was creative exploration and then when JAB goes mad there is a void in leadership. As we read later the people do not trust Aureliano as they did Jose Arcadio Buendia adn so Aureliano does not slide in as the natural successor.

    I wonder if this little scenario is the difference in how one nation is a monarchy and another a democracy or a republic - seems the monarchy comes about when someone is either made leader or someone takes leadership, forcing others to do to their bidding - where as a democracy requires the acceptance of the many minds of the community which in this story were relegated to secret backroom plotting.

    Wresting power seems to be a bold move plotted before hand and protecting the power from leaving seems to be also a secret plotting - when you think of our own Revelution the beginnings were secret plots but they were accompanied by diplomacy with Franklin and Hamilton each living for awhile among those who had the power. Maybe that is part of what is necessary - JB went abroad but not to further his community and no one thought they needed to further their community through contact with others - hmmm

    I am thinking the corruption comes in when those who want power are gathering their support and plotting their take over.

    Deems
    December 6, 2003 - 04:49 pm
    I've just been reviewing chapter five, and I paused when I read again the description of the quack doctor, Alirio Noguera. He has come to Macondo because he has been led to believe by exiles from various Carribean countries, that revolution is in the air.

    He isn't even a doctor; his diploma from the University of Leipzig is one he has forged himself. When the election shows the strength of the conservatives, he is extremely disillusioned. Thus he comes to Macondo__

    "The federalist fervor, which the exiles had pictured as a powderkeg about to expode, had dissolved into a vague electoral illusion. Embittered by failure, yearning for a safe place where he could await old age, the false homeopath took refuge in Macondo. In the narrowbottle-crowded room that he rented on one side of the square, he lived several years off the hopelessly ill who, after after having tried everything, consoled themselves with sugar pills."

    The bogus doctor is the outside agitator, well-known from so many revolutions. What strikes me about the description, however, is something entirely different.

    Noguera settles in Macondo because he is looking for a safe place to await old age. I had one of those "insight" moments a few days ago when I was thinking about the end of life. My health is good, the mind still seems to work, and my job is fulfilling. But suddenly I was aware that I am not spending any time thinking too far ahead in my life. I wondered why. I decided that I don't know what's out there, before old age, and that I don't even want to ask the question. Maybe I'm also thinking about a safe place to await old age.

    ~Maryal

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 6, 2003 - 09:35 pm
    Hmmm I wonder what waiting for old age means - what is old age - why wait for it - is it a special gift - what happens in old age that does not happen in middle age - all very perplexing for me -

    Aged in humans usually means infirmity where as, old can mean achieving a certain wisdom from so many life experiences but it can also mean obsolute - is he safely marking time till the mantle of old age descends - still seems a strange choice to me -

    I guess to me old age comes of its own accord - but why wait for it because even when old age descends there is so much to experience that infirmity would be a pain in the neck - he seems to be isolating himself from his activities in preperation for the descention of his old age. It is like he is pluging up his life forces - stopping the flow much as the swamp stopped the people of Macondo from freely mingling with the outside world.

    Now I understand using your life forces in a different venue - associating with different people and developing a different lifestyle but what is it he thinks he can do in his old age that he cannot do now that he must wait?!?

    Maryal you are contemplating waiting for old age - what is it you would be waiting for - this is a great puzzlement to me...

    Joan Pearson
    December 7, 2003 - 05:29 am
    Good morning! After brewing up a pot of fresh coffee, and reading through all of your thoughtful, and very thought-provoking posts of yesterday in one big gulp, I couldn't help but note two extremes - SOLITUDE and REVOLUTION. These poor people must choose between unhappy acceptance (withdrawal), or futile attempts to fight off disturbing outside influences. I'm not sure where GGM is going with this, but right now, it seems an either-or situation. The other thing that is somewhat disturbing is the growing division WITHIN the Buendia family. This seems to be Aureliano's story, the story of his downfall - as it is the story of the corruption of happy Macondo, of Latin America...and beyond. -
    "When the pirate, Sir Francis Drake attacked Riohacha, Ursula Iguaran's great great grandmother became so frightened...she lost control of her nerves and sat down on a lighted stove. The burns changed her into a useless wife for the rest of her days."
    Barbara's "Drake is coming, Drake is coming" post sent me back to this early passage. Does this explain GGM's view of solitude? She lost control of her nerves and became a useless wife for the rest of her days. It takes nerve to cope with the chaos that comes with civilization.

    Anne writes - "people are happier living within natural law"- (but doesn't a growing civilization demand organization...and law that gets in the way of "natural law") - you write of solitude as a withdrawal, an opportunity to look at the reality of your situation. I'm not sure GGM views solitude as the beneficial state you do, Anne. His characters seem to get "locked in" and lose touch with reality...become "useless wives for the rest of their days." like JAB out in the courtyard. Do you see any who benefit from withdrawal so far in the story?

    On the other hand, there's GGM's quote in the heading (which we haven't come across yet) -
    "A good old age is simply a pact with solitude." I'm wondering WHEN one makes this pact? Is it when you feel you are losing your nerve?

    Maryal, Alirio Noguera seems to be looking for security - a retirement home of sorts. He seems to be withdrawing from chaos. It sounds to me that you are not there yet ...your still have nerves of steel. But when is the right time to make that pact? Surely not once you have lost it completely? Barbara - "the corruption and dishonesty really doesn't start in this chapter...an accumulation of all the little dots -- I'm wondering what would have happened had Don Apolinar Moscote and Father Nicanor NOT come to Macondo pushing their values on the village" - do you really think the village could have remained a Garden of Eden safe from outside influences, indefinitely? horselover refers to "Latin American politics: the corruption, the dishonesty, the violence, the dictatorial behavior of its leaders" - which resulted in "a two-tiered society, the very rich and powerful vs. the poor and helpless." Is it any wonder that they are always in rebellion? And isn't it sad when they accept their condition and withdraw? Is it all sad? Is that what Marquez is saying or do you sense an upbeat message here...anywhere?

    Aureliano comes from his solitary existence to fight for justice...for the rights of others. He is not corrupt, he has no desire for power or fame...no PRIDE. His motives are pure.

    Although the spotlight is focused on him, I have a keen eye on Ursula. Am concerned about her. She's got her husband tied to a tree in the courtyard and her children are scattered, the house empty. Oh Amaranta is there, but the two are at odds, and Ursula feels now she was never much of a mother to Arcadio. Do you sense that she is losing control over her happy home? In the struggle between Revolution and Solitude, I see the indomitable Ursula beginning to isolate herself. It is of particular concern that she passes her time telling tall tales to JAB of the happiness and well-being of their children. Is she telling thsee tales to herself? Is this a sign that she is losing touch with reality?

    Arcadio is a piece of work...we need to talk about him today. HE is the one who faced the firing squad! Not Aureliano!!! Do you feel that GGM misled us for five chapters about this?

    Have a SUPER SUNDAY everyone.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 7, 2003 - 12:25 pm
    "Alirio Noguera seems to be looking for security - a retirement home of sorts. He seems to be withdrawing from chaos." - the insomia with it's loss of memory - all the creativity and tranquil solutions to vexing problems - anyone of action seems to go outside of Macondo and so I am wondering if Macondo is an Edan as a state of mind - a place we all dream that exists, a place where as Aureliano is described, passive, solitary, a place where self-freedom does not include struggle - I am not sure I would say without chaos because I see the chaos theory alive and well in Macondo where as the outside world that Gobe describes seems less comfortable with the chaos theory and more pragmatic lining up characteristics and hinting at perceived outcomes for a limited rather then un-limited set of views.

    We have the church now rather than spirituality - we have either the conservatives or the liberals rather then community cohesion etc.

    Pietro seems to me to represent the arts - bringing the arts and refinement to the community which is embrassed when there is no struggle where as, as soon as there is struggle, even between the two girls, the arts become secondary - they are not about action - seems folks are more comfortable observing and participating in action - even as we read the story moves along when the characters are engaged in action. The story was more confusing when it was written as a Picaso or Chagall painting.

    Deems
    December 7, 2003 - 01:12 pm
    Barbara~~What I wrote yesterday is a puzzle to me too. I'll try once again. When I was younger, there was always another decade that I anticipated, telling myself that fifty wasn't that old, after all. My Dad lived to be ninty-one. And I thought of all the things I still had time to do or people to meet or places to go. Now, for reasons I don't understand, there doesn't seem to be anything out there in the future. The good part about this is that I think I spent a lot of my earlier life "casting myself forward into the future" for lack of a better way of putting it. I didn't always take note of the Present that I was living in. Now I pay a lot of attention to NOW. I really didn't mean to be gloomy, just philosophical. Or something like that.

    As for Noguera, Joan, I don't think he's withdrawing from chaos at all. He is a dedicated revolutionary and as soon as he sees the opportunity to get back in harnass again, he fires the Liberals up.

    The outside world and Maconda. Given that, although this is magical realism, Marquez is dealing with the world as we know it (the realism part) with a few magical elements introduced, Maconda had to be invaded by influences from the outside world. It never was really an Eden because Eden happened only once. The outcome was the Fall of all mankind, and there hasn't been a real Eden ever since.

    So if it hadn't been Father Nicanor and Melquiades and Noguera the Revolutionary, it surely would have been someone else. And if the isolation of Maconda had lasted a little longer, eventually the world outside would have broken in. There just isn't any escaping it.

    ~Maryal

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    December 7, 2003 - 03:16 pm
    OK - no big future goals - ah so

    and musing also - I wonder if as you say Eden existed only once - it makes me wonder more than ever if when we say these nice things like peace on earth etc. etc. if we are dreaming of what would be an Eden that is not taking into consideration the so called 'outside' influences which are typically struggles using power to achieve different dreams then our own.

    I am beginning to see our democratic system not so much as a system that assures everyone and equal shake but a system that allows the jockeying around of values and ideas without having to inflict harm through a revolution with each change - we have had our martyrs to various causes and we did have a civil war but we seem to work many more issues out without acting out those extremes. I guess I am still thinking on the earlier post - was it horselover or slasher who brought up how come we do not have the wars that seem so typical of so many Latin American nations.

    Deems
    December 7, 2003 - 03:34 pm
    I think in order to figure out the difference between our country and those in Latin America, we have only to look at history. We became a crown colonies (or a bunch of them) to England. The Spanish and the Portuguese conquered most of Latin America, with gold as their main objective.

    In both places, native residents were treated terribly. In much of Latin America, whole tribes of natives were wiped out.

    Here, people came to settle. Colonists plowed the land, shot the Indians, traded with the mother country. There, the Spanish conquistadores wrecked havoc. I don't think there were many colonies. There were a lot of mixed race children produced, however.

    Here, the colonists believed that they had the same rights as all British men (emphasis on men) including the right to be represented in parliament. (No taxation without representation.) It seems that we may have broken away from England simply because of that huge distance. We were difficult to manage.

    In Latin America, Spanish culture left its influence everywhere, but any Spaniards who stayed were subject to the Spanish king. I don't think there was much of any system of representation at the time in Spain (or Portugal).

    This country was designed by foreparents who well understood British common law and thought it would be a good idea to have an elected president instead of a hereditary monarchy.

    I guess what I'm trying to say is that it was in a way the luck of the draw that we turned out to be a democratic republic. Latin American countries were not so lucky.

    ~Maryal

    horselover
    December 7, 2003 - 03:36 pm
    WOW! I agree with George; it is so hard to keep up with this complicated book and other books at the same time (I've gotten so involved in the Wally Lamb book). I cannot tell you how many times I have started this book and not finished it. But this time, with the help of everyone else in this discussion, I'm determined to succeed. I'm trying hard to catch up with the reading and the posts.

    Someone asked if South America and Latin America were the same. I believe Latin America comprises South America and Central America and some of the Carribean Islands like the Dominican Republic.

    Be back when I finish eating and reading more.

    Deems
    December 7, 2003 - 03:44 pm
    horselover! So good to have you back with us. Ginny's discussion is something else, isn't it? All sorts of authors coming in including Wally Lamb himself.

    At any rate, we will keep the light on for you!

    Joan Pearson
    December 7, 2003 - 04:42 pm
    Barb...I see Macondo as a dream place, in that it is a hoped for... ideal. As Maryal says - the Garden of Eden was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Do you think if it wasn't the tree of knowledge, the snake would have entered THAT garden by some other gate? Adam and Eve would have had great grandchildren in the garden. Hmmm, would they have been born with pigs' tales, all that intermarriage of cousins? It seems that somewhere along the line someone would succomb to temptations to go beyond the garden wall.

    ...Let's look at these boys, first Arcadio, the son of Jose Arcadio and Pilar. And then tomorrow in chapter VII we meet up with Aureliano Jose, the spitting image of his father, son of Aureliano and Pilar (again!) I'd be disappointed if we don't at least mention Arcadio before leaving him to die before the firing squad. He doesn't make it past Chapter VI. HE's the one who died before the firing squad, NOT Aureliano as we were led to believe in the first line of the book.

    The Liberal cause started out with good intentions of saving the town, the country from outside influences. Arcadio stands for what goes wrong when you forget what you are fighting for...I thought it interesting that during his trial, it was found that the charges against him did not merit death, but he was sentenced anyway...

    Deems
    December 7, 2003 - 10:18 pm
    Without a fall from grace, I cannot imagine humankind being anything like what they are. I think it would be very hard to distinguish good from something not so good without the knowledge of evil. Since the tree that Adam and Eve eat from is the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, they wouldn't have developed into people with choices to make between good and evil. In other words, in some ways it was what Milton calls a "felix culpa."

    I think humankind has always imagined a golden age, be it Eden or Arcadia, a perfect plays where needs were provided, happiness prevailed and there was no war.

    However, I think we are doomed to war, then peace, then war again. Why? Because there will always be conflicting "needs" or ideologies. In this current conflict, both sides seem to enjoy identifying the other with Satan.

    I think Macondo, after being founded, was young and in many ways ignorant, but innocent? Nope, not innocent. JAB has way too much curiosity and desire to KNOW.

    Deems
    December 7, 2003 - 10:20 pm
    Joan--For me, Arcadio illustrates the little tin god that a person who is given power who has no idea how to use it really acts. He designs a uniform, he issues decree after decree until finally Ursula steps in and threatens to whoop him. Good on Ursula. Aureliano should have picked someone else to run the town. He couldn't have made a worse choice.

    Joan Pearson
    December 8, 2003 - 11:07 am
    Maryal, I'm afraid that is the case...there will always be war because of conflicting "needs". I get the feeling that this is GGM's message...but only part of it. He seems to be indicating that the original reasons for fighting, the ideals, are often forgotten over time ...and then questions the reasons for fighting - hahaaha, except as you say, because they believe the other side is in league with the devil. When you don't know WHY you are fighting, WAR is pointless. I think that's what he is saying.

    Ursula, what a mom! She raised the "little tin god" from infancy, and yet she doesn't feel close to this grandson of hers. She made a statement somewhere that once the boys grow beards, they change. She loves the babies. Wants them all close to her, to live in the big house. She feels she was too distracted with everyday cares to really be a good mother to him. I know how she feels. In that way Amaranta is like her...in some ways she is not. I feel so badly for Usula. She has no friends...and her children and husband are not much consolation...I see reason enough for her to slip into solitude.

    I'm still trying to figure out these "boys"...Arcadio learned to read and write from Aureliano. Arcadio ran off to war, just like Aureliano. He doesn't know that Jose Arcadia is his father, but he does take after him, doesn't he? He wants to sleep with the older woman who smells of smoke...doesn't know Pilar is his mother. She wants to sleep with him to...but says, "I want to, but I can't." I'm wondering what law she would be breaking if she did. She CAN'T.

    Arcadio and Uncle Aureliano are fighting for two different reasons...Aureliano, for justice, for the rights of illigitimate children. Aradio is fighting for free love...but when he is tricked by Pilar to sleep with Santa Sofia, he does marry her...and her children are legit.

    I guess I'm having a hard time figuring the reason for the repetition of NAMES. I KNOW GGM is trying to show history repeating itself, but the names "Aureliano" and "Arcadio"...do the characteristics of these children resemble their namesakes? If so, then Arcadio would more resemble his daddy, Jose Arcadio, wouldn't he? Where does JA fit into the political scene. He seems to be living quietly "in solitude" with Rebeca, doesn't he? Not fighting in any war on either side...

    Scrawler
    December 8, 2003 - 11:35 am
    "His characters seem to get 'locked in' and lose touch with reality...become "useless wives for the rest of their days." Ok, she is a "useless housewife" but what does she become?

    "Do you see any who benefit from withdrawal so far in the story?" I think you answered this question yourself: "Aureliano comes from his solitary existence to fight for justice...for the rights of others. He is not corrupt; he has no desire for power or fame...no pride. His motives are pure." Without his 'solitary existence' would he have been the same person?

    Sir Francis Drake:

    Drake fell out of Queen Elizabeth's favor in 1593. The lock of a woman's hair is supposed to have belonged to Queen Elizabeth. She gave it to Drake when he sailed on his first voyage. Unfortunately, Drake couldn't, shall we say, keep his hands to himself, and fell out of favor with the queen. In 1595, the queen sent him on his last voyage where he captured Nombre de Dios but could not seize Panama City. While still off the coast of Panama, he died of dysentery on Jan. 28, 1596. His crew buried him at sea.

    "Four soldiers under his command snatched a woman who had been bitten by a mad dog from his family and killed her with their rifle butts. (I think the woman could be a metaphor of Latin America.) One Sunday, two weeks after the occupation, Aureliano entered Marquez's house and with his usual terseness asked for a mug of coffee without sugar. When the two of them were alone in the kitchen, Aureliano gave his voice an authority that had never been heard before. "Get the boys ready," he said. "We're going to war."

    "With what weapons?" he asked.

    "With theirs," Aureliano replied.

    "Tuesday at midnight in a mad operation, twenty-one men under the age of thirty commanded by Aureliano Buendia armed with table knives and sharpened tools, took the garrison by surprise, sezied the weapons, and in the courtyard executed the captain and four soldiers who had killed the woman."

    "That same night, while the sound of the firing squad could be heard, Arcadio was named civil and military leader of the town."

    "They left at dawn, cheered by the people who had been liberated from the terror, to join the forces of the revolutionary general Victorio Medina. Before leaving, Aureliano brought Don Apolinar Moscote out of closet. "Rest easy, father in law," he told him. "The new government guarantees on its word of honor your personal safety and that of your family." Don Apolinar Moscote had trouble identifying that the conspirator in high boots and with a rifle slung over his shoulder with the person he had played dominoes with until nine in the evening."

    "This is madness," Aurelito," he exclaimed.

    "Not madness,' Aureliano said. "War. And don't call me Aurelito any more. Now I'm Colonel Aureliano Buendia."

    See it is always the "solitary ones" you have to be careful of don't you? You never know what's inside a person until he gets pushed agaisnt the wall.

    Scrawler

    Deems
    December 8, 2003 - 03:39 pm
    Repetition of names--Yes, Joan, I think it does mean something but I'm not sure exactly what. When the seventeen sons of Aurielano are baptised (I do hope that is in chapter six), they are ALL named Aureliano plus the mother's maiden name. Apparently, Aureliano didn't take the time to marry any of the mothers of these many sons.

    One reason I can think of that the mother would choose to name her son Aureliano would be to identify the father. Look at my little boy, Aureliano, does he remind you of anyone? It helps to give an illegitimate child some identity to give it the father's first name at least.

    What I don't know but wish I did is if this multiple usage of the same small set of names is especially Latino in some way. I can only pose the question in hopes that someone will give us some information. I don't even know how to go about researching that question on the internet, and what little I know about Latino culture is Puerto Rican which won't serve our purposes here.

    Just thought of maybe one other reason--these characters are all so similar to each other with just a few grace notes to set them apart, that you might as well recycle the names. Several of them have Pilar as a mother and some Buendia or other as a father. Poor Ursula seems to wind up, with Amaranta's help, raising them all. Or getting them baptized as the case may be.

    ~Maryal

    Deems
    December 8, 2003 - 03:42 pm
    Anne (Scrawler)--You have quoted one of my favorite sections where the revolution is begun by those men under thirty all following Aureliano. It's such a spur of the moment decision, but it seems to set the pattern for Col. Aureliano for some time to come.

    What do you think of Arcadio and his methods?

    georgehd
    December 8, 2003 - 06:23 pm
    Notice that most of the soldiers are Colonels and a General appears in the next chapter. There seem to be a lot of leaders and no followers. Perhaps that is why they lose the war.

    Joan Pearson
    December 8, 2003 - 06:55 pm
    Scrawler, you ask a good question...is Aureliano a better man as a result of his solitary tendencies? Hadn't we already established that solitude is considered "unhealthy" in Latin America? Were we wrong about that? Are the best men those who spend time alone in contemplation? Aureliano's motives are pure. He does seem somewhat naive to me...look how he left his hot-headed adolescent nephew in charge of Macondo. Look how he guaranteed safety to the Conservative Moscote family while his crazy nephew is in control...

    Hotheads such as young Arcadio, are ready to jump into combat for any excuse...for whatever personal motive...rather than an ideal. Young Arcadio remember, wanted to shoot Fr. Nicanor for free love. Did you notice that Dr. Noguera, the revolutionary who made his way to Macondo heads straight for the school. Inculcates the young with his radical ideas - a method that will repeat itself through history too.

    You are saying that the pure idealist is really the one to dread?

    Anne! Are you saying then that the suit of armor actually belonged to Drake...the locket contained the Queen's hair? My, my, my!

    George...maybe there are too few leaders...who are realists! But realists would know better to get into these sort of lost causes.

    Joan Pearson
    December 8, 2003 - 07:10 pm
    Maryal...we have seen half of the Aurelianos and Jose Arcadio's yet! It was Ursula who decided to baptize the 17 children. Not Aureliano. He did make the decision to give the boy he had with Pilar his name though...Aureliano Jose. Ursula felt that if the 17 boys were baptized with Aureliano's name, that the family's responsibility was satisfied.

    I 'm not sure if this is a Latin American custom or if it is something that GGM is using to convey a message.

    I did find this in my notes...with no attribution:
    "One of the themes...is the way history repeats itself in cycles. In this novel, each generation is condemned to repeat the mistakes - and to celebrate the triumphs of the previous generation. To dramatize this point, GGM has given his protagonists the Buendia family members, a very limited selection of names. One Hundred Years of Solitude spans SIX generations , and in each generation , the men of the Buendia line are named Jose Arcadio or Aurliano and the women are named Ursula, Amaranta or Remedious. Telling the difference between the people who have the same name can sometimes be difficult. To a certain extent this is to be expected; GGM's point is precisely that human nature does not really change, that the Buendia family is locked into a cycle of repetitions..
    I'm wondering at Arcadio's last wish...that his daughter should be named Ursula, but he meant to say Remedios. What was that about? I did note too that Santa Sofia decided to name the girl Remedios anyway...because women named "Ursula" suffered too much.

    Six generations! We're getting confused with the first two generations of names...what will we do when we reach six? Don't forget the link in the heading... Buendia Family Tree It helps to keep a printout of it while next to you while you read...

    georgehd
    December 9, 2003 - 05:30 am
    Joan, you have hit the nail on its head. All those names really do not matter and that is the point. Each generation is behaving like the one that preceeds it.

    I printed out the email questions that Joan sent and proceeded to read chapter VII (I am not through yet). As I read, I wondered what in the hell I was reading. And why were these questions important ones to answer. Why is this book considered a masterpiece?

    It dawned on me that we are reading a written oral history. Imagine taping your Grandmother (who is the source of Marquez's book). How would that tape translate into writing without any editing? There would be some truth, a lot of fantasy, disjointed comments that flow from Grandma's stream of conciousness and would seemingly make no sense what so ever when considered rationally. The history would jump around and not go from one year to the next. People might become confused in Grandma's mind.

    But there would be some thread of truth and reality and that is what I think we need to be looking for in this book. IMO we may be spending too much time and effort thinking about and trying to explain detail when such thinking and explanations will vary with each reader. Just as the people who listen to Grandma's tape will remember and report different interpretations of her story. I do not think that the sores on Aureliano are very important but for some reason they made an impression on the story teller.

    Note that Colonel A is going to die; he expects to die. We can see him being shot. But he is not shot! The Liberal leader is seen first as someone vulnerable and then almost as invincible.

    I am now approaching this book in a whole new frame of mind. Thank you Joan.

    I just found this quote from a reader of this book:

    "In order to understand this novel, one must not concentrate on who is related to who so much. However, the central understanding of the novel flourishes when you sincerely concentrate on what the author is trying to argue and reveal through the corrupted life of a complex and disfunctional family. The essence of the novel is portrayed when you keep essencial themes in mind. For example, sexuality, desire, passion, love, hate, burtality, immorality, etc. Think more about the themes, then the characters. Personally, I thought it was an excellent piece. Moreover, I also agree; in order to understand the beggining, you MUST read until then end. It's a means to an end. Enjoy!"

    Traude S
    December 9, 2003 - 09:30 am
    George, I could not agree more.

    The only way for me to get "into" this book was total immersion, plunging in head first. True, I was helped by the situation in which I found myself (the rehabilitation center) from which there was no escape, and where there were no distractions.

    When I had finished the book, I came up for air, literally.

    Oral history is the perfect description. GGM is a fabulist of the first order; the book is a fantasy populated with ghosts that seem real, the story of a troubled country with an impossible topography, a people tormented by decades of civil war, and the chronicle of one violent, incestuous family and its fall from power and grace.

    Several questions are answered later in the book; some events become clearer when described by different characters; there is an explanation of sorts given for the repetitive names, but the inevitable end, stunning though it is, is never in doubt. I found the family tree a bit confusing at first glance because, going from left to right, it seemed that Aureliano, the self-appointed Colonel, was the eldest. In fact he is the second son; José Arcadio is the first-born (pg. 15 paperback).

    Scrawler
    December 9, 2003 - 11:11 am
    Chapter VI:

    "Colonel Aurelliano Buendia organized thirty-two armed uprisings and he lost them all. He had seventeen male children by seventeen different women and they were exterminted one after the other on a single night before the oldest one had reached the age of thirty-five. He survived fourteen attempts on his life, seventy-three ambushes, and a firing squad. He lived through a dose of strychnine in his coffee that was enough to kill a horse. Although he always fought at the head of his men, the only wound that he received was the one he gave himself after signing the Treaty of Neerlandia, which put an end to almost twenty years of civil war. And yet, as he declared a few years before he died of old age, he had not expected any of that on the dawn he left with his twenty-one men to join the forces of General Victoria Medina."

    I would say he was "one-lucky hombre". I guess it means that no matter what we do in life; our end will come when it is intended to end, but not before. Do you suppose this proves that our lives are pre-determined?

    "She thought she noticed, however, that her husband would grow sad with the bad news. Then she decided to lie to him. "You won't believe what I'm going to tell you," she said. "God willed that Jose Arcadio and Rebeca should get married, and now they're very happy." She got to be so sincere in the deception that she ended up consoling herself with her own lies."

    What do you think about this passage? Is it okay to lie under these circumstances? Would the truth really hurt her husband? "...the deception that she ended up consoling herself with her own lies." Is she really consoling to herself with her lies?

    "Tell my wife," he answered in a well-modulated voice, "to give the girl the name of Ursula." He paused and said it again: "Ursula, like her grandmother. And tell her also that if the child that is born is a boy, they should name him Jose Arcadio, not for his uncle, but for his grandfather." "Oh, God damn it! He manged to think. "I forgot to say that if it was a girl they should name her Remedios." Then, all accumulated in the rip of a claw, he felt again all the terror that had tormented him in his life. The captain gave the order to fire. Aracadio barely had time to put out his chest and raise his head, not understanding where the hot liquid that burned his thighs was pouring from. "Bastards!" he shouted. "Long live the Liberal party!"

    I thought this was an interesting passage. At the moment of his death he was thinking of his family and what to some was inconsequential as naming his children. And then at the very end he "barely had time to put out his chest and raise his head." How than could his death be pre-determined if he was thinking such thoughts as this? Or are there some things in our life that we can control such as our thoughts?

    I'll comment on chapter VII tomorrow.

    Scrawler

    Deems
    December 9, 2003 - 11:45 am
    Joan~~I think that quote of yours that describes why GGM decided to use the same names over generations is so good that I am going to copy it here lest anyone miss it in the jumble.

    "One of the themes...is the way history repeats itself in cycles. In this novel, each generation is condemned to repeat the mistakes - and to celebrate the triumphs of the previous generation. To dramatize this point, GGM has given his protagonists the Buendia family members, a very limited selection of names. One Hundred Years of Solitude spans SIX generations , and in each generation , the men of the Buendia line are named Jose Arcadio or Aurliano and the women are named Ursula, Amaranta or Remedious. Telling the difference between the people who have the same name can sometimes be difficult. To a certain extent this is to be expected; GGM's point is precisely that human nature does not really change, that the Buendia family is locked into a cycle of repetitions."

    Traude~~How wonderful to have you back. Now we all know that the place to read this novel is a rehabilitation center! I hope that it kept you company as well as being something that took your mind off all the other thoughts that must have been occupying your mind. I am so glad that you are home. That was quite a long siege that you had.

    Anne~~I thought your point about Ursula telling her husband lies to make the not so good news sound better was interesting. Given that poor old JAB has been tied to a tree for some time (can anyone imagine his life—this has to be part of the magical realism) that it really doesn’t matter whether she tells him what has happened or not. I think that she talks to him in order to alleviate her solitude, not because she gets a response. He doesn’t take up the conversation or give any indication that he hears what she has said.

    Joan~~I think you mentioned that solitude wasn’t exactly the ordinary way of life in a Latin American community, and from what I have seen, that is true. I’ve never seen so many people so devoted to family and having everyone meet their family as I did when I taught in Puerto Rico. Yes, there were still introverts and extroverts, but it seemed to me that introverts were way more extroverted than the ones I am used to while extroverts were downright over the top!

    Another thought on solitude. As part of my education, I once wrote a whole book. Once I got into it deeply, I actually enjoyed that connections and thought that would come to me, unbidden. However, it was very hard for me to change from the writing world to the human interaction world. If the phone rang, it was way more than jarring. Any reminder that I had a physical body when I was in that writing mode was a distraction. I have been far enough inside writing to understand what it is that real writers find so attractive about it. But, I so missed people. By nature, I am not solitary. I think that most writers tolerate solitude well, even if they are not introverted.

    george~~As for oral storytelling, oh yes, I agree with all of you. Oral stories are different from written ones, aren’t they? I grew up with parents who read to me as well as a grandmother. My father was an absolute wonder at making up stories too. I used to beg for one before going to bed. When my children came along, he told them stories when we visited. It was touching for me to watch them absolutely absorbed in the “grumplebunny” stories. I realized that I must have looked just like them when I was small.

    Time to do—gasp—some Christmas shopping, and then work on an exam I give at the beginning of next week.

    ~~Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    December 9, 2003 - 05:28 pm
    George..."All those names really do not matter and that is the point. Each generation is behaving like the one that preceeds it." I'll agree with you - to a point. I'm still wondering about the importance of the names. Does it matter who gets the name of the dark Jose Arcadio and who gets the golden name of Aureliano? Are there certain characteristics that go with the names? The names do seem to mean something to the characters in the story...

    Anne brings us the last moments of Arcadio's life.... "At the moment of his death he was thinking of his family and what to some was inconsequential as naming his children"...It was inconsequential to you, Anne, but to Arcadio? He was thinking of his yet-unnamed children...this is Arcadio, who wanted to shoot the priest, who wanted free love. In the final moment, he wants them baptized? ...and they were. The unnamed girl didn't get her grandmother's name after all - people named Ursula suffer too much with the name. She was named Remedios. The twin boys - of course> Jose Arcadio Segundo and Aureliano Segundo. Here we go again.

    "Time passes," says Ursula. "But not that much," responds Aureliano...I guess that says it all.

    Joan Pearson
    December 9, 2003 - 05:37 pm
    George:
    "It dawned on me that we are reading a written oral history."
    I think a lot of what Marquez writes is the oral history of his own family...he grew up listening to his grandmother and father tell fantastic tales of the "old days." Yes, by all means, let's look for some thread of truth and reality. If those sores are the result of sexual promiscuity, and Aureliano has had sex with seventeen women ( at least) the reality is that war changes people. Aureliano is not the same idealist who went into the war...
    You've observed the The Liberal leader is seen first as someone vulnerable and then almost as invincible. Invincible or simply hardened to the reality of his situation?

    Maryal, I'm going to remember what you wrote about your solitary time when writing your book...you resented distraction, and yet you missed people. I am going to remember that about Marquez'characters... Anne, I'm wondering just how lost old JAB really is. (Fr. Nicanor didn't think he was- remember their philosophical arguments in Latin? Could one suffering extreme dementia carry on such a discussion? (Maryal...Ursula suspects JAB knows more than he lets on..."She thought she noticed, however, that her husband would grow sad with the bad news. Then she decided to lie to him"...I think he's out there because it's easier than out and about facing the ugly reality of Macondo. I would agree with you, though, Ursula must derive consolation from the stories she spins for JAB. In a way, she is escaping reality too.

    Traude is back with us! Well, after hearing some of the details of your post-op experience in rehab, I'm happy to hear that you took Solitude with you...a perfect choice for escape! You hit on something important, I think. Garcia Marquez did not just write down this "oral history" as if from a tape recorder, did he? You described him as a "fabulist of the first order" - yes, he is that! And more. If we "look for the thread of truth and reality" in this book, George, and skim through everything else as dross, I think we'd miss all the "magic" that lifts the book to the "masterpiece" level. What is the magic ingredient? I think there are several striking examples of this in Chapter VII. See if you don't just stop and wonder at one of them...

    Joan Pearson
    December 9, 2003 - 07:51 pm
    why I came in here...
    Did you notice the people of Macondo when they brought Aureliano home for his execution? The crowd is shouting insults at the troops. They seem totally unphased by the presence of the army, don't they? Why is this? They are unarmed...their great hope, their hero looks like a beggar, ragged and barefoot.

    Jo Meander
    December 9, 2003 - 11:06 pm
    This is a link that adds more to our understanding of magical realism and includes GGM's description of his grandmother's "brick face" story-telling style, which he incorporates in his fabulous tales. I know that Barbara and Scrawler have already given us info on the subject, but this one is also interesting and helpful, I think.

    http://www.themodernword.com/gabo/gabo_mr.html

    Jo Meander
    December 9, 2003 - 11:20 pm
    Here's a quote from Abram's Glossary of Literary Terms referenced in the linked site:

    "These (magical realism) novels violate, in various ways, standard novelistic expectations by drastic -- and sometimes highly effective -- experiments with subject matter, form, style, temporal sequence, and fusions of the everyday, the fantastic, the mythical, and the nightmarish, in renderings that blur traditional distinctions between what is serious or trivial, horrible or ludicrous, tragic or comic."



    For those us having difficulty accepting the "fusion," finding it distracting or confusing, I suggest that we concentrate upon what GGM actually achieves in the context of this story by employing "the fantastical, the mythical, and the nightmarish." What does he emphasize in terms of character, environment, or specific incident each time this hyperbolic device appears? Is it pointless fantasizing, playful exaggeration, or something more? I don't think we have to trace the history and of its use or allow ourselves to be stopped cold because its so "illogical." He does achieve things with it. Well, ok, once in a while it may be just comic relief, but more often it's more.

    Surely Shirley
    December 10, 2003 - 04:12 am
    I lost my place in the book (in order to take notes I use a too large page for a bookmark making it vulnerable to falling out of the book)and was frustrated trying to find where I was. Fortunately, I had taken notes on which I noted the chapter number. I hadn't, however, had the wisdom of other posters to have marked the chapters in the book so I did so this morning and was pleasantly surprised that I had found the right place in the book where I had left off.

    I was pleased that others are having some problems with the fantasy in this book as well as the repetitive names. Thanks for the encouraging discussion. Viewing the book as an oral history may help me have a better understanding of the book.

    Joan Pearson
    December 10, 2003 - 05:51 am
    Geee, I thought my schedule was hectic until I began hearing what some of you are juggling. It really was a good idea you had to slow down the discussion here. Hopefully you will find time to reread parts of Chapter VII this week and comment. And if you don't, it won't take you so long to catch up AFTER the holidays if we cover only one chapter a week.

    Surely, I hate that when I lose my notes. BY necessity, I now label them in big letters which chapter they cover, and have started to put page numbers next to my scribble. The most disconcerting thing I find in the book is the "temporal sequence" - the jumping back and forth in time. For example, yesterday, I referred to a conversation that Ursula has with Aureliano in chapter 8 by mistake, because it fit with his return to Macondo here in chapter 7.

    George...thank you for bringing up the ORAL HISTORY aspect of the story. This is exactly what happens in a family - at Thanksgiving we heard another whole side of a story that had been in our own family for years...complete with dialog! It explained so much about some members of the family who are long gone. Sad, because I now see them in a new light.

    Jo...THANK YOU for that link on Marquez' use of magical realism. For realists like our George and Shirley, who are having trouble with the fantasy aspect, the link provides useful advice for all of us having trouble with the:
    "fusions of the everyday, the fantastic, the mythical, and the nightmarish, in renderings that blur traditional distinctions between what is serious or trivial, horrible or ludicrous, tragic or comic."
    Jo has useful advice - Let's "concentrate upon what GGM actually achieves in the context of this story by employing the fantastical, the mythical, and the nightmarish - He does achieve things with it." Thanks, Jo! We'll put your advice to work right away!The fact, the reality here in Chapter VII - Ursula has lost one of her two sons, her first-born, in the once-peaceful garden of Macondo. HOW does she hear the devastating news?

    georgehd
    December 10, 2003 - 08:29 am
    The book has suddenly come alive for me and I just started chapter 8.

    The discription of the trail of blood (p 145) is marvelous. Where else does one encounter a trail of blood? Usually in a mystery story and the trail leads to clues to solve the mystery. But in this book, the trail of blood leads to a mystery that has no solution. Boiling and seasoning A. provides a wonderful visual for a feast of celebration.

    Note, too, that Rebecca becomes totally isolated and lives the rest of her life in solitude.

    The passage at the bottom of page 148 seems most important. "Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?" For the great Liberal Party" But Col. AB is fighting for 'pride' which is better than not knowing what one is fighting for. And then the final sentence says it all - "Or fighting, like you, for something that doesn't mhave any meaning for anyone." The Liberals have declared Col AB a bandit so he no longer has a party. He is disillusioned by both the right and left in politics.

    And one of the funniest lines so far (IMO) on page 149 toward the bottom: "Fragile, timid, with natural good manners, he was, however, better suited for war than for government" A funny line for me because it is so sadly true.

    I have some other thoughts about the end of the chapter but will wait to post them.

    Jo Meander
    December 10, 2003 - 10:26 am
    georgehd, that is ironic, isn't it? it reminds me of a poem I can't put my hands on right now (trying to find it), about the puffy,red-faced generals who send young men up to the front lines to die, then later they toddle home to safely die in bed! Suited themselves for directing war, but not for actually living it! Don't know if that applies to this character, exactly, but it popped into my mind.
    The magical trail of blood knows where it wants to go. Why directly to Ursala? Is GMM suggesting that the mother knows when an ill fate has come to her child? She also seems to know when Aureliano is all right and coming home, in spite of stories of his death. She is connected "by blood," and by spirit to her children and reacts instinctively to signals concerning their fate. She has the capacity to take on almost superhuman courage and powers where her children and their descendants are concerned. She faces down great dangers to express her rage at Arcadio, (who we later are led to pity in spite of his bad behavior). GGM surely wants us to see her as a supermom, and maybe to suggest that mothers have a mystical connection to their offspring.

    Scrawler
    December 10, 2003 - 11:35 am
    I am a firm believer that we need solitude in order to make the big decisions in our lives. I think Aureliano thought about joining the Liberal fight for sometime. The author didn't come out and say that he was aware of what was going on around him, but I can't see how he could miss what was happening. The fact that he took over at just the right time was indicative to what happens later on in the book. On the other hand his nephew is in the moment kind of guy and look what happens to Macondo under his command.

    Sometimes we get caught up in "who is who" in a book and forget about the most important things. Motive and theme is perhaps two of the most difficult things to spot in a story, but they are of utmost importance to the success of the story. Sexuality, desire, passion, love, hate, brutality are all a part of humanity and therefore are reflected in themes and motives. We can relate to the characters because they are a reflection of our own bodies, but we see our souls in themes and motives.

    "One week later a rumor from somewhere that was not supported by any proclamation gave dramatic confirmation to the prediction. Colonel Aureliano Buendia had been condemned to death and the sentence would be carried out in Macondo as a lesson to the population." "They were not sad. They seemed more disturbed by the crowd that was shouting all kinds of insults at the troops." "Then he lay down again with his arms open. Since the beginning of adolescence, when he had begun to be aware of his premonitions, he thought that death would be announced with a definite, unequivocal, irrevocable signal, but there were only a few hours left before he would die and the signal had not come." "The day when Ursula visited him in jail, after a great deal of thinking he came to the conclusion that perhaps death would not be announced that time because it did not depend on chance but on the will of his executioners." "When the squad took aim, the rage had materialized into a viscous and bitter substance that put his tongue to sleep and made him close his eyes. Then the aluminum glow of dawn disappeared and he saw himself again in short pants, wearing a tie around his neck, and he saw his father leading him into the tent on a splendid afternoon, and he saw the ice."

    Do you see a specific theme running through this description or several themes of Aureliano? I can see many themes: hope, rage, brutality, etc.

    Scrawler

    ALF
    December 10, 2003 - 01:12 pm
    JO- I agree- I feel as if Ursula has a particular position here with her children. Imagine, she gives CAB a gun while imprisoned? I don't wish to sound off the wall here but death is running rampant. I guess that is the same as life, though, isn't it? We've lost Pietro, Arcadio has been executed, Amaranta has practically died herself as she "had consecrated her virginal widowhood to the rearing of Aureliano Jose'." Col. Visbal absorbs his friend CAB's attempted murder, while sweating out his fever. General Victorio Medina had already been shot before the troops arrived. Due to the confliccting information CAB becomes a legend in all of the confusion. Jose' Arcadio commits suicide, or did he? What happened to the gun? We found the trail of blood, where the heck's the weapon? (Col. Mustard must have done it in the library.) Now Rebeca has entombed herself for all eternity "covered with a thick crust of disdain." The only one coming to life is Prudencio, again and again, visiting the poor soul , JAB, who because of a habit of his body, keeps returning to the chestnut tree. Finally he no longer suffers as our phapter ends.

    Did anyone see the parallel to Jesus Christ when CAB was returned to Macondo, condemned to death? They struggled to subdue the overflowing crowd. He looked like a beggar with his clothing torn, hair and beard tangled and he was barefoot, "He was walking without feeling the burning dust, his hands tied behind his back..." His mother was there to receive him- just as Mary was!

    ALF
    December 10, 2003 - 01:13 pm
    I will be leaving early AM to fly to NY State and enjoy the holidays with the little ones. I will keep checking in intermittently.

    georgehd
    December 10, 2003 - 03:14 pm
    Alf, you reminded me of the pistol smuggled into jail by Ursula. I found it amusing that A had to keep it because he was worried that Ursuala would be searched on the way out of prison. That is a pretty funny concept. The world was being turned upside down during the revolution, so why not have a search to see what people brought out of prison.

    Deems
    December 10, 2003 - 03:23 pm
    Hey, look! Lots of people today! Even though the holidays are rapidly encroaching upon us. Yesterday, we had an EARTHQUAKE with epicenter about 30 miles from Richmond, Virginia, and I felt it here in Maryland! I was working on an exam, sitting at my dining room table, and the floor trembled. Construction, I thought to myself, but there were no vehicles outside. I’ve lived, briefly, in California twice and never got close to a quake, so I thought maybe tornadoes and hurricanes would have to be the end of my disaster experience. This was a “good” earthquake with very little damage done and nothing major, even in the Richmond area, so it was more something for those of us on the East Coast to talk about than anything else. I think I’ll pass on experiencing a big one.

    JO~Thank you for that link. I have it bookmarked so I can return to it and read with more concentration. I find that, although I too am a realist, I’m actually beginning to get used to the moments of magic.

    GEORGE~It’s taken me seven chapters to really get into the book too. I think that trail of blood is wonderful, making its way all the way through town to Ursula. It reminds me of “blood will out.” At least as far back as Genesis, and my guess is further than that, we have the idea of murder eventually coming out. God asks Cain where his brother Abel is and then tells him that He has heard Abel’s blood crying to him from the ground. (It was a trick question which Cain evaded by asking a question back, “Am I my brother’s keeper?”)

    SURELY SHIRLEY~Yes, the lack of chapter numbers makes life difficult for keeping track. I numbered my chapters and I still have trouble finding things because as Joan pointed out, the story has a recursive quality and time is not linear.

    SCRAWLER~You and I are opposites. As an almost completely extroverted soul, I find that I can’t make decisions without a sounding board or several of them. I really have to test ideas out out loud in the presence of a listener in order to hear them. The only time I made decisions in solitude was when I was writing the book. And even then, I talked over some crucial ideas with my daughter.

    ANDY (ALF)~Thank you for letting us know of your vacation travels. I hope you have a wonderful time with your family and that the roads are decent, if you are driving. I had not noticed that Aureliano came into Macondo is somewhat the same manner as Jesus entered Jerusalem. Thanks for that. I do think that there is something funny about the idea of “teaching the townfolk a lesson” by taking him home to execute him. I just don’t think that public executions serve as a deterrent (except, of course, for the person executed.

    My favorite sentence from Chapter Six before I comment on Seven is Amaranta’s response to Pietro Crespi’s announcement that they will marry the following month.

    Here it is in context:

    ”Pietro Crespi took the sewing basket from her lap and he told her, “We’ll get married next month.” Amaranta did not tremble at the contact with his icy hands. She withdrew hers like a timid little animal and went back to her work.

    “Don’t be simple, Crespi.” She smiled. “I wouldn’t marry you even if I were dead.”

    I must remember that line!

    ~Maryal

    MegR
    December 10, 2003 - 04:54 pm
    Well, I'm back w/ tail between my legs. Didn't abandon 100 Years by choice. Was unable to get online for about almost 2 weeks. After reading Joan's email yesterday that we "hadn't discussed Chpt 6 yet" - figured I was in good shape because I had read to end of Chpt 6. Then discovered that we're doing Chpt. 7 this week. Managed to read that this afternoon. Have to go back & catch up on about 150 previous posts. Promise I'll try harder to log in here a little more frequently ~ if possible. Meg

    Deems
    December 10, 2003 - 07:23 pm
    Welcome back, Meg. Do come back. You love this novel, as I remember, and we need you to tell us what parts of six and seven you find especially good.

    Jo Meander
    December 10, 2003 - 07:29 pm
    Alf I noticed the Christ allusion in his entry into the city. The image seems to be reinforced in the posture he takes when lying down, arms stretched out to his sides due to the sores. Also, he seems to have a prescient sense about his own fate, aware that there has been no signal that his time is really up. He's a strangely prerverted Christ figure, scattering sons of seveteen women, all destined to die for what seems to be a doomed cause. Nevertheless, he definitely has the aura of one with a special mission.
    I read this a long time ago, but I can't remember if the mystery of Jose Arcadio's murder is ever solved. Could it be one of the people he is taxing for use of the land? Or is Rebeca's retreat a sign of guilt? The overwhelming smell of gunpowder is strange. Is GGM using persistent unpleasant odors as a sign of evil? Remember the smell in the laboratory and the buring of mercury afer Melquiades dies?

    Joan Pearson
    December 10, 2003 - 09:30 pm
    Ah, but Jo, look at what's happening to that "special mission"- George brings the lines where Col. Aureliano admits that he is now fighting for "pride"...which is only one step better than not knowing what you are fighting for, he says. What happened to the mission...justice for all, loosening the control of the church, the rights of illigitimate children...all the reasons he entered into the war in the first place? Now it is just PRIDE that he's fighting for. Wasn't pride the root cause of the fall in the Garden?

    Andy, yes I also thought of Christ, entering Jerusalem, the crowds loving him, waving palm fronds, proclaiming him their leader. And then on the way to his execution, he meets his mother. Acutally, Aureliano tells her to go home, while taking notice of Amaranta's bandaged hand.

    I couldn't help but note the contrast. Amaranta's bandaged hand represents her committment to virginity, following Pietro's suicide. (Maryal, that was a telling line, and telling too, wasn't it? She wouldn't marry him - even if she were dead.") This girl is intent on remaining single from the very first love on. Does she not want to marry Pietro because she felt humiliated when she first professed her love for him? Is PRIDE also motivating her antipathy towards all men?

    I don't know about you all, but there is no doubt in my mind that Aureliano's painful sores are physical manifestations of his moral decline. We're told here that it was a custom for mothers to send their daughters to the beds of famous soldiers to improve the breed. There was a time that Aureliano would have been reluctant to receive them. We're also told that there had been 17 attempts on his life by these young women. And yet he continues to receive them, as if this is expected of him in his position. Were the girls carrying out the will of the people...or were they political assassins sent by the opposition? Whichever the reason, Aureliano is definitely not looked upon with favor by everyone.

    Jo, you observe that GGM wants us to look upon Ursula as "supermom"...but I've got mixed feelings about this. "Mothers have a mystical connection to their offspring." I've been watching Aureliano and his "go home, mama" remarks...and when he faced the firing squad, he wasn't thinking of supermom at all. Anne quotes..."he saw his father leading him into the tent...and he saw ice." I went back again to read the context of this remark...didn't understand it reading the sentence at the very starting line of the book, and still didn't understand why he would think of that now. I found this:
    "For no reason he thought of JAB, who at that moment was thinking about him under the dreary dawn of the chestnut tree. He did not feel fear or nostalgia, but an intestinal rage at the idea that this artificial death would not let him see the end of so many things that he had left unfinished."
    Not with fear, or nostalgia...but with rage that the dreams of his father were never fulfilled...and now here's Aureliano, about to be executed with his own quest for justice and a better world - unfulfilled.

    Andy notes that death is rampant in Macondo now. Remember in the beginning when Macondo was so new, so full of hope...how new? The people were so happy, there hadn't even been a death there yet. Just like in the Garden...

    (Anne, - I see myself, in Ursula, and I hate to admit, also in Amaranta...relate to the characters, any maybe my soul in their motives.)

    Joan Pearson
    December 10, 2003 - 10:03 pm
    JA is harder for me to understand than Aureliano and now that he's dead, we may not hear more. Let's talk about him now - before we forget him? Did he kill himself? We're told no wound was found, no weapon either. Somehow I find it hard to believe the man would kill himself with his pants down, but see no other explanation. Who would kill him? Surely not the reluctant would-be executioners...they thought he was sent to free Aureliano by Divine Providence. But if he committed suicide, what was the motivation? Did he realize that he had unleashed some sort of monster by setting his brother free? Sort of a reverse Cain/Abel story?

    I agree with all of you, the description of the trail of blood to Ursula's kitchen was splendid and dramatic. The blood trickled from under his solitary bedroom door, climbed UP over curbs, right turn, left turn, right under the closed door of the Buendia home, through the parlor, the dining room, not disturbing anyone, Armantha and AJ never noticed it, through the pantry UNTIL it reached its objective. Did it occur to you that the trail of blood made its way to Ursula for a reason? Was it recrimination? Was a bloody finger being pointed at her, holding her responsible for the death of her son? That's how I felt when reading it and wonder if any of you see a reason why Ursula might be responsible for what is happening in Macondo if in fact that is what GGM is saying here.

    George, the seasoning and boiling was another "wonderful visual"...a light touch of humor in a morbid way He has our full attention but what is he telling us about the meaning of this odor? Jo reminds us of the stench of the burning mercury at Melquiades' death and wonders if the smell coming from JA's body signifies "evil" ...any ideas before we leave JA forgotten under concrete and turn our attention back to the surving brother?

    georgehd
    December 11, 2003 - 05:52 am
    Joan, one of the great things about this book (IMO) is that it leaves the reader with lots of questions but few answers. You raise many interesting questions (your last post had 11) which, I for one, cannot answer. So life then as now remains a mystery. It is up to the individual reader to find answers within his or her own experience.

    MegR
    December 11, 2003 - 07:24 am
    Just finished batch of Molasses Crinkle cookie dough so it can chill before baking. Planning to mix Italian chocolate chip dough today too. Haven't had time to go back & read 150+ posts that I missed. So, apologies if I repeat something that has already been discussed. I will try to go back today and catch up on post readings between sheets of cookie baking.

    Was out yesterday for an appointment, and ,serendipitously, on the way home - NPR was on the radio & someone was doing a review of GGM's most recent autobio. Found it interesting that the opening line of that text - sounds similar to the opening of this one - ie. GGM recalled that day when he went (as an adult) with his mother to sell the house. If you've been to the 'burgh, you know that we have tunnels thru hillsides here. I neared one as this review started. Signal breakup & loss is a common occurence inside our tunnels. As I entered mine, I heard something about gold melting into nothing....???? When I exited the tube, the spot was over. Did anyone else catch this yesterday? It was broadcast here between 12:45 & 1:15 in the afternoon.

    MegR
    December 11, 2003 - 07:26 am
    Maryal asked in a recent post what I thought was of significance in Chpt 6 & 7. Joan's last post raises lots of Q's as George also notes.

    First ~ What struck me was that we see the fates of the second generation (Aureliano, Jose Arcadio & some of Amarantha) and half (or 1/19th) of the third generation (Arcadio). The first generation is bonkers, [in gaggaland, on another plane of realityunder the cedar tree] (JAB) and busy(Ursula) ~ [prosperously running the town-at times, raising her sons' illegitimate offspring, caring for her grandchildren & acting as the moral center for her clan]. What fascinated me more were the next three guys. (Will get to gals later!)

    Aureliano ~ I forgot that he survived firing squad of opening line! BUT - that's not all! Our "golden boy" not only survived that death squad, but also 32 armed uprisings (all of which he lost), 14 attempts on his life, 73 ambushes, the deaths of practically all of his armies (this reminded me of our old pal Odysseus who also lost his supporters in battle), lived thru a dose of strychnine (nux vomica of chpt &7), a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the torso, and the deaths of 17 male children "by different women eliminated in one night - one after the other" (wasn't this incredible synchronization of plan or genetic clocks?)- and the deaths of his child-bride, Remedios Moscote and her child. WIthout even considering JAB's insanity, Ursula's burden's JA or Arcadio or his own son Aureliano Jose (AJ) What struck me was his almost superhuman ability to survive, endure and attempt to do better. Our Aureliano keeps plugging away & (as GGM clues us in ) lives to ripe old 70's & his only legacy was a street that bore his name in Macondo. Somehow, that's very sad to me. He's the gifted one and he seems to lose the most, be defeated the most, live the longest to experience failure/loss whatever when he hasn't been the "evil one." Is just surviving a reward in & of itself? Don't want an answer to this yet -just picking at this one. Want to see what else unfolds w/ this man.

    more coming - meg

    Scrawler
    December 11, 2003 - 11:23 am
    "When he heard the shout he thought it was the final command to the squad. He opened his eyes with a shudder of curiosity, expecting to meet the incandescent trajectory of the bullets, but he only saw Captain Roque Carnicero with his arms in the air and Jose Arcadio crossing the street with his fearsome shotgun ready to go off."

    "Don't shoot," the captain said to Jose Arcadio. "You were sent by Divine Providence."

    I think this scene is a metaphor for the foot soldier that has to carry out orders that he has been ordered to do, but does not really want to carry them to full term. Jose Arcadio is only motivated to rescue his brother, I don't think he has any politicl thoughts one way or the other.

    I think it is Marquez's whimsy that the same soldiers that were going to shoot Colonel Aureliano Buendia accompany him to free the revolutionary general Victorio Medina, who had been condemned to death in Riohaacha.

    "Not all the news was good. A year after the flight of Colonel Aureliano Buendia, Jose Arcadio and Rebeca went to live the house Arcadio had built. No one knew about his intervention to halt the execution." "Rebeca later declared that when her husband went into the bedroom she was locked in the bathroom and did not hear anything. It was a difficult version to believe, but there was no other more plausible, and no one could think of any motive for Rebeca to murder the man who had made her happy. That was perhaps the only mystery that was never cleared up in Macondo. As soon as Jose Arcadio closed the bedroom door the sound of a pistol shot echoed through the house. A trickle of blood came out under the door, crossed the living room, went out into the street, continued on a straight line across the Street of the Turks, turned a corner to the right and another to the left, made a right angle at the Buendia house, went in under the closed door, crossed through the parlor, hugging the walls so as not to stain the rugs, went on to the other living room, made a wide curve to avoid the dinning-room table, went along the porch with the begonia, and passed without being seen under Amaranta's chair as she gave an arithmetic lesson to Aureliano Jose, and went through the pantry and came out in the kitchen, were Ursula was getting ready to crack thirty-six eggs to make bread."

    Wow! We're talking more than a trickle of blood here! What a great beginning to a mystery story. Anybody got any ideas of why Jose Arcadio should have done this? Or did he do the crime? Did Rebeca know what he ws going to do? Is that why she locked herself in the bathroom? It almost feels like we are missing something that the author decided not to give us. Or is he saying that we can't know everything about a family and probably wouldn't want to even if we could. I feel like he's playing with us. But I do love this descriptive passage.

    Scrawler

    MegR
    December 11, 2003 - 12:24 pm
    Scrawler, ya left out another big part of this mystery - other than the copious "breadcrumb" trail of blood to Mamasita. GGM goes on to say on the next page that she "...went into the door of a house where she had never been, and she pushed open the bedroom door and was almost suffocated by the smell of burned gunpowder, and she found Jose Arcadio lying face down on the ground on top of the leggings he had just taken off, and she saw the starting point of the thread of blood that had already stopped flowing out of his right ear. They found no wound on his body nor could they locate the weapon. Nor was it possible to remove the smell of powder from the corpse." (bold & underline are mine) Then he goes on to the litany of multiple preps of JA's body for burial. Also interesting was that the stench of gunpowder still reeked for years long after his burial until a "banana company covered the grave over with a shell of concrete."

    I really don't get how some of us are seeing his death as a suicide. There is no evidence to confirm this. There's no evidence as to the cause of his death (other than bleeding out from his ear -? a blotched poison attempt that was less successful than Claudius's effort to pour hebannon into Daddy Hamlet's ear?? - yes, yes - I know I'm really stretching on that - just some free association stuff! laughing!) We don't know why or how JA died, or even if someone else caused it. An explanation almost as believable as suicide is that someone else from another plane of reality entered & exited JA's bedroom & was responsible for the sound & smell of a gunshot! (Papa JAB does dream of traveling from one room to another exactly the same -to another etc etc etc. & stays in one of them until Prudencio touches him & pulls him back to "present reality".

    What I found interesting here was a contrast. Odors & gross preparations of son JA's body contrast with the last image of this chapter when Papa JAB dies. "...a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all throught the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. (Amount & depth of "flowerfall" reminds me of last week's snow dump here! Yuck! Hate to shovel the stuff to dig out car!) So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass." This shower of flowers reminds me of similar phenomenon in the Ramayana. The gods sent "showers of flowers" to acknowledge auspicious occasions, approval for good deeds, to show Rama that they were pleased with his actions, when Rama, his brothers & their wives were returned to their divine states in heaven, etc. etc. etc.

    Son JA dies and unexplained death & leaves a stink. Papa JAB dies after figuratively "not being here for ages" and cheerful yellow flowers rain down. A little confusing. Papa JAB was an acknowledged murderer. Son JA's crime had to deal w/ shady land deals & taxing. Hmmmmmm.

    Also found interesting that Cataure, Visitacion's brother ("who had left the house fleeing from the insomnia plague and of whom there had never been any news..." returns and is mistaken for Melquiades by Ursula before they find JAB's body. He explains that, "I have come for the exequies of the king." JAB's "the king"? He's the biological patriarch of this clan & did start up Macondo II. How is he a king?

    Deems
    December 11, 2003 - 01:09 pm
    Hi, Scrawler and Meg--Good to see you both discussing Jose Arcadio's death. He is such a large man that they have to provide a coffin longer than seven feet. A stream (river?) of blood leads Ursula to her son and the body smells like gunpowder so strongly that the smell lingers for years. AND we are told that the mystery of his death was never solved.

    So---here's my theory. Marquez has been reading Dickens who in one novel gets rid of a character by "spontaneous combustion." In the nineteenth century, this phenomenon was disputed about. I think that something akin to spontaneous combustion is what killed Jose Arcadio. He blows up from inside and bleeds out. (His heart "explodes"?)

    There is no wound on the body, at least none that is visible. There is no noise from the bathroom according to Rebeca. There is no motive for anyone to kill him (that gets removed by a sentence stating that no one ever knew how he had saved his brother). I also see no reason for him to have killed himself.

    So, like much of life, his death is a mystery.

    JAB--the patriarch--Now his death is another matter. Ursula takes him inside the house to his bed when Aureliano (who has premonitions) writes that he will die soon. It takes him two weeks during which time he has the pleasant company of the man he killed, Prudencio Aguilar. When he is alone, JAB wanders off through a series of infinite rooms until he decides to return to the room of reality. On one of these occasions, Prudencio taps JAB on the shoulder when he is in an intermediate room, and he stays there forever.

    What a way to go! And then it rains little yellow flowers, so many that they have to be shoveled and raked away so that the funeral procession can pass!

    This death scene seems so real to me that I almost think that Marquez has died himself just to be able to describe it so well.

    ~Maryal

    Jo Meander
    December 11, 2003 - 01:22 pm
    I wish I had time to respond! Lovin' the posts!!! Great contrast of the two funerals and, Maryal, delightful (if that's the word) explanation of JA's death!!!

    Deems
    December 11, 2003 - 01:43 pm
    Why, thank you, JO. You come on back when you get time, y'hear?

    My favorite sentence from chapter seven belongs to Melquiades who responds to Visitacion who asks him why he has come back:

    "I have come for the exequies of the king."

    Now that sentence sounds like it's straight out of a tale of King Arthur!

    MegR
    December 11, 2003 - 02:57 pm
    Maryal, Thanks for the catch on Prudencio! I've stuffed my character list "somewhere safe" & didn't have it to check back with. (Yeah,yeah -dangling prep!) But, have to call you on that Arthurian-like line! When Ursula first sees Cataure - she thinks briefly that he's Melq - but then realizes her error. That's what makes this man's appearance & statement so strange to me - because no one's seen him since he left when the insomnia plague first struck! & here he is for JAB's funeral even before the poor guy's dead!

    Kinda like your explan for JA's death too, but it also raises the Q for me: Why did JA's heart burst? What grand passion was too overwhelming for him to bear? He puzzles me. The giant with the big package; not too bright in re to book learnin'; admired by women; runs away w/ gypsy girl when he learns Pilar is pregnant; sails the world; covers his bod with tattoos; marries Rebeca who's obviously more attracted to this physically endowed & colorful,exotic-looking creature than the rather ordinary Pietro; starts confiscating lands on the sly; joins a pact to continue profitting on landgrab w/ his illegitimate son Arcadio (whom he never recognizes); holes up w/ Rebeca & doesn't really socialize; comes out w/ shotgun to stop brother Aureliano's execution & then Plop! & trickle - he's dead & smellin' up the place for a long time! Seems to me that there has to be some purpose for him in this story, some plot role/function that I haven't seen yet. Have to think about him some more! Am up to #190!

    Deems
    December 11, 2003 - 03:28 pm

    Deems
    December 11, 2003 - 03:29 pm
    Meg~Right you are. I went back and checked. It isn't Melquiades. It is Cataure, Visitacion's brother (which would explain why he answers her in "their solemn language." Obviously they both speak an Indian language. The sentence is still a winner!

    Traude S
    December 11, 2003 - 09:15 pm
    The rainy, foggy day has had a bad effect on my back and I can't sit at the computer for long. But I must get a post in here now.

    JOAN, early on you asked why JAB and Ùrsula were so preoccupied with the appearance of their newborn children. Perhaps the question was answered while I was in the hospital. In any event the answer is on pg. 22 : "They were cousins." JAB and Ùrsula were afraid the babies would be born with a pig's tail as visible punishment for the sin of incest. Let's not lose sight of that ...

    I believe Ùrsula is indeed an "Ur"mother exactly like Garcìa Marquez describes her. She alone keeps some sense of order in that "mad" household as she calls it, she is the glue that holds them together, she moderates and tolerates her husband's harebrained projects to the best of her ability.

    All the readers' senses are engaged in this book, every sensation described is larger than life, or so it seems to me at times. José Arcadio, the eldest, was a giant who had sailed the world's oceans, marvelously endowed and adored by women. His homecoming was like a minor earthquake, his appetites gargantuan in every respect. From what we read, JA had no political affiliations; his self-interest served him well. He enriched himself with the tacit knowledge of his illegitimate son Arcadio; the latter even registered the usurped properties in JA's name -- for the time being, as it happened.

    Ursula did not approve of JA's marriage to Rebeca and actually turned them out of the house, whereupon JA built his own near the cemetry. GGM states flatly that JA's death was a mystery that was never solved, and I see no basis for reasonable speculation in the text before us.

    The seventeen illegitimate sons will make their appearance in a subsequent chapter; until then we must do with the morsels the author chooses to drop here and there, as other characters move into the foreground.

    According to GGM's autobiography, which Meg mentioned earlier, the author's own grandfather took part in the Thousand Days' War from 1899-1903, known as La Violencia, which is the backdrop of our book. His grandfather, too, sired a number of sons as he roamed the countryside. GGM admits to having led a profligate life himself -- until his mother "rescued" him from his environment and led him back to the old, decaying house where he had been raised until he as 8.

    It had not occurred to me that Col. Aureliano's boils could be the manifestation of a venereal disease he may have caught en route; but that is certainly a possibility. (And yet he lived until a ripe old age !)

    I am a bit surprised that no one has mentioned the word 'machismo' yet; aren't the male protagonists - with the possible exception of the effete Pietro Crespi - the perfect embodiment of machismo ?

    More tomorrow.

    Joan Pearson
    December 11, 2003 - 09:47 pm
    Good work! I loved the posts today - they are on target and get right to the heart of this chapter. The only trouble is - they bring up MORE questions. Sorry, George, I may have more than 11 today! See, when I can't come up with answers, I always come up with questions. I can't hep it! Hopefully, in his circuitous way, GGM will provide some answers as we get further along. When I ask you the questions, I'm really hoping that you picked up on something that I missed. There's so much packed in each page!

    Meg, so good to get you out of the kitchen, you bring so much to the discussion. (If you have it on the computer and it's not too much trouble, I'd love the Molasses Crinkle recipe!) I've heard nothing but rave reviews from people I respect about the first in the planned trilogies of GGM's memoirs.

    Aureliano has emerged as the central character, our flawed hero. I have to say this, but to me even more puzzling as to HOW JA died is WHY he decided to go out and free Aureliano in the first place?

    WHOA!Anne, I hadn't even considered that Rebeca may have been JA's murderer! But now I see the words you quoted, "no one could think of any motive for Rebeca to murder her husband..." But that brings up the same question, WHY? What motive could she have had? Wasn't it Rebeca who had been sitting up, having had a premonition they were going to execute Aureliano that night? Wasn't JA in bed sleeping -snoring? Didn't she wake him up? He seems disinterested, or maybe he's just resigned to the fact that there is nothing he can do since he believes that they wouldn't dare bring him out of the courtyard into the cemetery to execute. Rebeca wakes JA to show him that he is coming out ..."He's so handsome," whe sighs and the next thing you know, JA is out there with his fearsome shotgun ready to go off. What made him go out there?

    Maryal, which Dickens novel? Self-combustion is as good an explanation as any, but my question is the same as Meg's - why would JA's heart burst? He seems indifferent, from what we know of him to the war, he has withdrawn into his own solitude, along with Rebeca, away from his family. Why would his heart explode? From loneliness? Where is his heart? Where's Aureliano's heart...where's Amaranta's heart? Maybe this is the 'pig's tail' they have inherited, Traudee! Ursula may have been the UR mother, running a tight ship, but the love seems not to have been communicated to her cubs. Yes, GGM tells us that the people of Macondo never figured out motive for JA's death, but that doesn't mean that he didn't leave US enough clues to figure it out for ourselves, or at least reach our own conclusions, having more information than the neighbors did...

    Deems
    December 11, 2003 - 09:50 pm
    Joan~You are up tooooo late. Time for bed. I think the Dickens novel in question is Bleak House (which, by the way, would be a great read!). It could be another one. I'll have to check. But Bleak House is wonderful. Full of fog and lawyers and a law case that goes on forever.

    BEDTIME

    Deems
    December 11, 2003 - 09:55 pm
    OK, I checked it out with google. The novel is Bleak House and the man who combusts is Mr. Krook. HOW could I have forgotten that name?

    Article here: http://www.chriswillis.freeserve.co.uk/spontcom.htm

    And now, I am really going to bed.

    Joan Pearson
    December 11, 2003 - 10:06 pm
    Bleak House is one of Dickens I haven't read. Self-combustion...are you sure it wasn't Hard Times?? I have a dim recollection of something similar...

    I'm on my way to bed...but want to ask Meg to get to "the gals" on her list. Amaranta is another puzzling Buendia of the second generation. Traudee brings up Pietro again... We had decided that Amaranta had rejected him because he was a "wus"...but here she is, thinking of Pietro again, all while Col. Marquez is wooing her. "In spite of the fact that she was dying to see him, she had the strength not to go out and meet him." What is with this girl? Is it her pride...the "machismo" of which Traudee speaks?

    Edit...I went off to sleep last night thinking about Jose Buendia, Aureliano and Amaranta, and what traits all three have in common. What flaw might be considered the "pig's tail" they were each born with as a result of their parents' original sin? The two sins might be either the 'incest' or Prudencio's murder. I see common pig tails wagging on all three of the children as a result of either one of the crimes...do you?

    Deems
    December 12, 2003 - 09:01 am
    No, Joan, definitely not Hard Times. Bleak House is, I think, Dickens' best novel. Very long. Hard Times is the one in the factory town where the children are taught "absolute fact" with no imagination or fancy allowed.

    I don't know why Amaranta is so dedicated to a "virginal spinsterhood," but all these Buendias have their little quirks and stubbornesses. Col. Aureliano is really an introverted artist who has premonitions, yet he becomes a hard-hearted, cold inside man, who, according to his mother Ursula "is capable of anything."

    I have a question. When do we move from Chap. 7 to 8? This is for my own reading purposes only, not a goad.

    ~Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    December 12, 2003 - 12:03 pm
    It seems to me that the "quirks" all three siblings have are related to their sexuality/love OR pride/machismo. Of course the two might be related.

    If I were a shrink, I'd say that Aramantha's problems in the love area relate to her pride...Somewhere in the early chapters GGM writes that she was humiliated by the whole affair with Pietro. Both girls were crazy about him. He had eyes only for Rebeca. This disturbed Amaranta so much she was ready to MURDER Rebeca. Pretty extreme. Then Rebeca runs off with JA. And Pietro turns to Amaranta. Hmmf! SHe lets him fall for her, and then has the satisfaction of rejecting him. Her PRIDE gets the better of her former attraction for him. But why does she turn down dear old Marquez?

    The schedule is in the heading? Are you asking that we move on to chapter 8 sooner than Monday, Maryal? We could do that...

    Scrawler
    December 12, 2003 - 12:52 pm
    "...and she [Ursula] pushed open the bedroom door and was almost suffocated by the smell of burned gunpowder, and she found Jose Aracadio lying face down on the ground on top of the leggings he had just taken off, and she saw the starting point of the thread of blood that had already stopped flowing out of his right ear. They found no wound on his body nor could they locate the weapon. Nor was it possible to remove the smell of powder from the corpse."

    I agree that I think GGM is pointing the bloody finger at Ursula for what she did to the couple after the wedding by shunning them. I think the author is also warning us that we may not know the hour of our death and that we should be sure and embrace others, and not go to bed without saying you love your wife/husband, son/mother, daughter/father, or sister/brother.

    "First they washed him three times with soap and a scrubbing brush, they rubbed him with salt and vinegar, then with ashes and lemon, and finally they put him in a barrel of lye and let him stay for six hours. They scrubbed him so much that the arabesques of his tattooing began to fade. When they thought of the desperate measure of seasoning him with pepper, cumin seeds, and laurel leaves and boiling him for a whole day over a slow fire, he had already begun to decompose and they had to bury him hastily. They sealed him hermetically in a special coffin seven and a half feet long and four feet wide, reinforced inside with iron plates and fastened together with steel bolts, and even then the smell could be perceived on the streets through with the funeral procession passed. Father Nicanor, with his liver enlarged and tight as a drum, gave him his blessing from bed. Although in the months that followed they reinforced grave with walls about it, between which they for many years after, until the engineers from the banana company covered the grave over with shell of concrete."

    I see this as symbolic like someone being washed of all his sins before he can enter the kingdom of heaven. In Jose Arcadio's case he must have been seen in Ursula's eyes as someone who had committed the most serious of crimes. Some say tht "evil" gives off a foul smell and therefore it must be scrubbed away in much the same way that they did to Jose Arcadio's body. This scene can also be symbolic of diseases that give off a "foul smell" as the body decays. Also in life Jose Arcadio's body was seen as glorious, but in death it becomes something hideous. I'm going to stop now because I find myself babbling.

    Scrawler

    Deems
    December 12, 2003 - 01:06 pm
    Monday is just fine with me. I really should learn to read headings. Oooooooops! Sorry.

    Traude S
    December 12, 2003 - 04:19 pm
    JOAN, with "machismo" I meant the well known phenomenon of very pronounced, exaggerated, even extreme masculinity of Latin males, and their possessiveness regarding their women.

    Ùrsula's children were not born with a pig's tail, but one of her cousins was, and he wore wide-legged pants to hide the defect. When a friendly butcher cut off the tail to help him, he promptly bled to death. (I must try to find the page number.)

    Little Aureliano was born with his eyes open, we read early on; he knew that the pot with the boiling liquid was going to slide off the table; he was telepathic all his life. But his heart turned to stone.



    I find none of the protagonists likable and some of the more graphic descriptions of brutality repulsive.

    Joan Pearson
    December 12, 2003 - 09:38 pm
    Anne, thank you so much! I didn't look on the scrubbing and boiling of JA's corpse as a purification process, but it does make perfect sense as you explained it. It took more than Fr. Nicanor's admistration of the last rites (from his bed) - to pardon him his sins, to get rid of the stench, the evil as you describe it.

    Your observation that his big body so attractive in life..."glorious, but in death it becomes something hideous. The guy was certainly had "machismo...didn't care if he had armadillos for children if he married the girl everyone, (including himself? ) thought was his sister. They didn't have children, did they? None of the three offspring of Jose Arcadio Buendia and his Ursula had children within marriage did they? Little Remedios did get pregnant when married to Aureliano, but she lost that baby.

    I'm going to differ with you about the "pig's tail", Traudee - I think that every one of the three children has been afflicted with the sins of their parents - whether it was the "incest" or the murder of Prudencio because of JAB's sin of PRIDE. Wasn't that the same sin that brought about the original Fall in the Garden? Pride? I think they have tails but you can't see them.


    So now we come to the death of the patriarch, the "king"...how appropriate is it that he spends his last days thinking about the man he killed - his victim, Prudencio? If you knew you were preparing to meet your maker, wouldn't you be reliving your biggest regrets in life? JAB murdered this man for no better reason than PRIDE. (Gee, didn't Aureliano just get finished saying that the only reason he was fighting the gawdawful war was his PRIDE? He indicated that it wasn't a very good reason, one notch up from fighting without knowing why he is fighting...) Pride is not enough reason to kill a friend, or another soldier in war.

    There was that dream sequence, the rooms...and then the storm of yellow flowers at his death. Just the opposite message that Anne thinks the stench associated with JA's wasted life was ...evil. What can GGM possibly mean by the blessing of flowers on Macondo at JAB's death? His body is glorified with the flower tribute - as if he has already been purified. Or? How did you understand this last episode? Did you notice the smell emanating from JAB's sickroom - the smell of tender mushrooms, of wood-flower fungus...Is this smell a reminder of all the time he spent out of doors in the courtyard? Was that his penance period, his purification? Nature's way of taking care of her own?

    MegR
    December 12, 2003 - 10:31 pm
    Joan,Maryal's right; you have too much time on your hands today! (laughing) I baked probably around 25 doz of 2 cookies today. Yes, I'll send you the molasses crinkle recipe via email ~ it's downstairs in my recipe box; chocolate, spicy chocolate chips are more my favorites though! Just a quickie tonight,(more tomorrow) I sort of think Amarantha's thing w/ guys has to do with her desire to chose the man with whom she'll become enamored. She wanted Pietro desperately (maybe because Rebeca wanted him too - or maybe not), but he didn't choose her first. When he did turn to her, she turned him down because she didn't want to be second best. Don't think she's really been interested in anyone else. Anyone else? I'm still so far behind w/ reading past posts!!! Off to sleepyland now! Back tomorrow. Night! Meg

    Scrawler
    December 13, 2003 - 10:33 am
    "Amaranta was really making an effort to kindle in her heart the forgotten ashes of her youthful passion. With an anxiety that came to be intolerable, she waited for the lunch days, the afternoons of Chinese checkers, and time flew by in the company of the warrior with a nostalgic name whose fingers trembled imperceptibly as he moved the pieces. But the day on which Colonel Gerineldo Marquez repeated his wish to marry her, she rejected."

    "I'm not going to marry anyone," she told him, "much less you. You love Aureliano so much that you want to marry me because you can't marry him."

    "Colonel Gerineld Marqauez was a patient man. "I'll keep on insisting," he said. "Sooner or later I'll convince you." He kept on visiting the house. Shut up in her bedroom, biting back her secret tears, Amaranta put her fingers in her ears so as not to hear the voice of the suitor as he gave Ursula the latest war news, and in spite of the fact that she was dying to see him, she had the strength not to go out and meet him.

    I found Amaranta's reason for not wanting to marry Gerineld Marquez very interesting. Perhaps Marquez was in love with Aureliano and that he really saw Amaranta only as a substitute. Do you think Amaranta might have had a sixth sense about it? Don't we all have that sixth sense about the men and women we fall in love with? How do we really know who is right for whom? What attracts us to some men or women and not to others?

    I also thought it was interesting that the character's name was very similiar to the author's name. Could GGM be puting himself in the novel in the guise of the colonel? I can't help wonder if the author might have gone through a similar experience. Perhaps he sees himself as a "patient man".

    The colonel might be a patient man but I can also see his arrogance in the line "sooner or later I'll convince you." The girl said no! I wonder what part of NO he didn't understand. It's too bad he pushed so much, I can't help think they might have remained good friends, playing Chinese cheekrs and having lunches together.

    Scrawler

    horselover
    December 13, 2003 - 04:26 pm
    The more I try to catch up, the further behind I get. By the time I get to Chapter 8, the rest of you will up to Chapter 12. It's a losing battle. I'm also finding it hard to get emotionally involved with these wierd characters. I keep seeing them only as symbols created by GGM, not as real flesh and blood people. What's interesting is the way they "progress" from simple happy people to materialistic people dominated by the desire to accumulate possesions. I wonder if all capitalistic societies follow this path.

    I came across a quote yesterday which I found very amusing in light of what goes on in this book:

    "I am ninety years old and have had a wonderful, impassioned life, but I am far too polite, too respectful of all others to let myself imagine other people's copulations. I censure it out." by Brenda Ueland.

    I guess she never read this book, or she would have had to censure an awful lot. )

    Joan Pearson
    December 14, 2003 - 09:26 am
    HOHOHO - I've got Meg's mom's famed Molasses Crinkle cookie recipe - ready to roll - will let you know how they turn out later today! Thanks, Meg!

    Aramanta...yes Meg! I agree - Pietro "didn't choose her first" - her PRIDE gets in the way of her heart's desire. So that when Col. Marquez proposes, even though she feels herself falling for him, she resists...because??? She tries to remember the youthful passion she once felt for Pietro - so she can find a reason to say no to the colonel. Of course he will fall short of youthful passion. No one ever measures up to ones' first love. Horselover - can you relate to THAT? I sure can!!!

    Anne, her stated reason for rejecting him - "you love Aureliano so much" - I sort of jumped over that, discounting it as her attempt to cover her real reason (of which I am not yet 100% sure)...until you mention that perhaps Marquez WAS in love with Aureliano and saw her merely as a substitute. Maybe she thought he was love with the whole WAR thing. This girl does not want to settle for second best. And yet she cares for all these children. She has a heart - she "bites back secret tears" as she turns down her latest suitor.

    "Could GGM be puting himself in the novel in the guise of the colonel?" hmm...the answer to that might be answered in Chapter 8 - horselover...there are a number of characters that are not fleshed out in this novel...they may be symbols, as you say. Maybe GGM purposely leaves them sketchy so we can see ourselves - or maybe he is trying to show that the names are not important, nor the characters themselves, just the repetition of the same mistakes from generation to generation.

    To me it's important to identify the flaws of the original pair, to see them in their three offspring, and then watch and then watch the next generation and their offspring... I think that ALL societies follow this path - not just capitalistic ones.

    Still can't understand the symbolism behind the storm of yellow flowers that covered the town at Jose Arcadio Buendia's death. Will be thinking about that as I prepare Meg's Molasses Crinkles. HOHOHO!

    Joan Pearson
    December 14, 2003 - 09:41 am
    Have had this on my desktop for some time now...we'd been discussiong Col.Aureliano's invulnerability, invincibility...in spite of his tragic flaw, his PRIDE. No matter your politics, I thought you might enjoy GGM's portrayal of the The Mysteries of Bill Clinton in this context!

    MegR
    December 14, 2003 - 10:48 am
    Joan,Thanks for the GGM article. Really found it fascinating. Wouldn't you have just loved to have been a fly on the screen for that evening's conversation?! GGM, Carlos Fuentes & Wm Styron! A really interesting 2 pages. Thanks. Hope molasses crinkles work for you. We've had 6" of snow dumped here so far. (YUCK! Bring on spring!) I only like white outside for Christmas! After that, bring on 70 degrees again & sunshine. Off to read Chpt.8. Think I like doing this one chapter at a time, rather than trying to cram 2 in to a week for discussion. These chapters are so rich & dense w/ plot et al, that seems we're looking a little more closely at the novel by doing a 1 per 1. Maybe I'll mix Russian Tea Cake dough today too. Hope you're all warm & toasty! ~ Meg

    Scrawler
    December 14, 2003 - 11:13 am
    A special messenger brought a sealed envelope to the house with a sheet of paper inside bearing the colonel's delicate hand: "Take care of Papa because he is going to die." Ursula became alarmed. "If Aureliano says so it's because Aureliano knows," she said.

    "A smell of tender mustrooms, of wood-flower fungus, of old and concentrated outdoors impregnated the air of the bedroom as it was breathed by the colossal old man weather-beaten by the sun and the rain."

    I think the smell represented that wherever we are we take on the odors of the place. Whether we are baking or gardening or whatever we are doing these odors attach themselves to our clothes and to our very bodies. Since Aureliano spent his time outside, it doesn't surprise me that mushrooms, and wood-flower fungus impregnate the air of the bedroom.

    "But actually, the only person with whom he was able to have contact for a long time was Prudencio Aguilar. Almost pulverized at the time by the decrepitude of death, Prudencio Aguilar would come twice to chat with him. They talked about fighting cocks. They promised each other to set up a breeding farm for magnificent birds, not so much to enjoy their victories, which they would not need then, as to have something to do on the tedious Sundays of death. It was Prudencio Aguilar who cleaned him, fed him, and brought him splendid news of an unknown person called Aureliano who was a colonel in the war."

    I think this is a good example of "magical reality". We all know that the dead can't talk, but GGM takes it a step further and creates a whole scene in which Prudencio takes care of Aureliano. I see this paragraph as doing two things. First, I think Prudencio is leading Aureliano toward his own death. Who better to know about death than the man you killed. He is gently aluding to doing "something to do on the tedious Sundays of death." The second thing, is that Prudencio is reassuring Aureliano that he forgives him for killing him. At the hour of our death I think that might the last thing we would request -forgiveness for all we have wronged during our life times.

    "A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals that slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by."

    I think this is just another way of showing that death doesn't always have to be violent, but sometimes it can be beautiful and natural. This chapter and the chapters take death full circle. We have seen too many young people die violently, but now this old man dies in peace surrounded by "yellow flowers".

    Scrawler

    GingerWright
    December 14, 2003 - 11:25 am
    Thanks for the articule, I read every word.

    Jo Meander
    December 14, 2003 - 01:25 pm
    Joan, great article! What a find!


    Scrawler(Ann), you said, "I think the smell represented that wherever we are we take on the odors of the place. Whether we are baking or gardening or whatever we are doing these odors attach themselves to our clothes and to our very bodies."


    That means that today Joan smells like molasses crinkles, Meg smells like cookie potpourri, and I smell like pot roast and onions. It could be worse!


    If I'm not back today, I will be back for ch. 8.

    Traude S
    December 14, 2003 - 03:23 pm
    Every once in a while I still find myself looking at the Buendía family tree; it does become much clearer with each chapter.

    This is the saga of one family, the Buendías, and includes JAB's and Úrsula's descendants. It is also the bloody story of an entire country, which to this day is a very dangerous place where the volatile political climate is essentially unchanged.

    I agree that it is a good idea to discuss the book one chapter at a time. There will be more on the enigmatic Amaranta, and we may ultimately wonder about her role within the family.

    horselover
    December 14, 2003 - 03:24 pm
    Joan, Thanks for that article link. I, too, read every word. I think it's quite in keeping with the themes of "100 Years..." that GGM spends a large segment defending Clinton's liason with Monica Lewinsky. It's humorous to think that the former president's troubles stemmed from his inability to find a private place to make love. GGM is also impressed by Hillary's "Homeric" efforts to "stand by her man."

    But the most hilarious part of the article was GGM's assertion that the story of Jonah and the whale was merely a married man's fantastic excuse for infidelity. "Jonah invented the literature of fiction when he convinced his wife that his homecoming was three days late because a whale had swallowed him." This was the best laugh I had all day.

    Joan Pearson
    December 15, 2003 - 07:16 am
    Anne! Thank you for your comments on the flower storm following JAB's death! I was ready to move on with that question unanswered, hoping GGM would refer to it, to clarify in future chapters. You wrote:
    I think this is just another way of showing that death doesn't always have to be violent, but sometimes it can be beautiful and natural. This chapter and the chapters take death full circle. We have seen too many young people die violently, but now this old man dies in peace surrounded by "yellow flowers"
    This got me thinking...the violent deaths were all war-related. JAB, I think, realized early on where outside influences were going to lead - did he learn something from Melquiades'...something in Nostradamus?) Unlike the young who die violent deaths, JAB did NOT participate in a war. He withdrew to the courtyard - a conscientious objector of sorts. As a result, his was a quiet, peaceful death. I suspect that GGM himself is anti-war and that we will get information on this as we progress...
    Good thoughts on the meaning of the smells too. Thanks, Anne!

    Lots of metaphoric references to body odors in this book, aren't there? - I particularly like the smell of the old women ...Pilar smells of smoke, another smells of dead flowers in Chapter VIII. When Scrawler wrote..."wherever we are we take on the odors of the place. Whether we are baking or gardening or whatever we are doing these odors attach themselves to our clothes and to our very bodies" - I thought how these metaphors described these two tired women from Catarino's bar- smelling of smoke, ashes, dead flowers...wow! This fellow can write! Jo...my kitchen smells of molasses - almost didn't. I'm trying to do too many things at once. Last night I mixed the dough for the Molasses Crinkles and refridgerated it OVERNITE. When I was rumaging in the basement for my stash of odd-shaped boxes, I was wondering about whether to leave the walnut-shaped globs in that shape when I bake them. Everything in me thinks I should mash them with my thumb first. You're supposed to put "three drops of water on top of each one" before baking. I was wondering if the water wouldn't just roll off on to the pan. I remember the recipe said this is what makes them "crinkles"...and I said the name of the cookies out loud..."Molasses Crinkles". AAAGH! I forgot Step #2. Molasses! No molasses in the Molasses Crinkles! Ran up, pulled the chilling mixture out of the fridge, added the molasses then and there...out of order. (Don't tell your mama, Meg!) Hope it doesn't have an impact on final result - at least the molasses is in there! Meg - leave them as walnuts with water droplets running down the sides? This should be fun!

    Joan Pearson
    December 15, 2003 - 07:43 am
    Jo, I can still smell the pot roast! And it's tomorrow - we're waiting for you here in Chapter VIII! Traude, that is SOME family tree, isn't it? I don't look at it much because I am reminded that the war is not over, that the political climate unchanged. The Buendia family has lost Jose Arcadio, the son of the founder of Macondo...and his one and only recognized son - Arcadio. (Isn't it amazing to you that we heard nothing of his own illigitimate children? Surely there were some? And that Rebeca never had a child by him?) That line on the family tree ends here. So all of the attention is now focused on Aureliano, his son Aureliano Jose and the 17 other Aurelianos. And yes, of course, there is "the enigmatic Amaranta," Traude...

    Amaranta has raised Pilar and Aureliano's son as her own. Does he resemble his father? Has he inherited any of his father's characteristics? What attracts him to Amaranta? Is he the only man she has ever had? (How far did she go with him?) How does this compare to her brothers' loves and attraction to the opposite sex?Very strange goings on in this family...is it all somehow connected to the "original sin" of Jose Arcadio and Ursula?

    Hey, Ginger, horeselover...glad you enjoyed the article - I couldn't help but note GGM's attitude towards the Monica episode...we see this interest in young girls everyday in Macondo...Will stop in later to see if Meg tells me to keep my thumb out of the walnut shaped crinkles...Have a great day, all.

    Deems
    December 15, 2003 - 09:06 am
    Joan--Catching up here—you said that Jose Arcadio married his “sister” Rebeca. I thought that although Rebeca was his foster sister, no one knew where or who she came from and I saw nothing to indicate that they were related by blood. Ursuala takes in almost everyone and it seemed natural of her to take Rebeca in. Of course, I may well have missed it.

    I also took JAB’s spending his last days being visited by and cared for by the man he had murdered to be part of the magical realism of the novel. That is, Prudencia was in fact there in a quite real way. Of course only JAB was aware of his presence.

    Scrawler~ I also found Amaranta’s reason for not wanting to marry Marquez interesting, and I think your idea that his desire for her had something to do with his love for her brother (again she isn’t first) might be part of the reason for her turning him down. I also think that she has simply decided not to marry (pride again? wounded animal?)

    Horselover~If you’re behind, I’m hopeless. Still catching up here and have just hit your post 320. Certainly is a busy time of year, isn’t it? You observe that it is hard to get “emotionally involved” with these characters. I think something else is going on in this novel, more an overview of a family and repetitions within that family than a concentration on individuals. We simply often do not know why some of them do what they do or choose what they choose.

    Scrawler again~I’m going through all the messages I missed and catching up. I just read your post 324 in which you suggest that magical reality is at work here in the description of the death of JAB and his being accompanied by Prudencio. I agree that Prudencio seems to be guiding JAB to his own death. I find it very comforting to think that just maybe someone of those we have loved in the past might come to be with us during our final hours. I really like that idea. I also like what you said about those little yellow flowers.

    Joan~I too thank you for the article. Fun to read. You had me laughing about your near failure to leave the molasses out of the Molasses Crinkles. So glad that you remembered it at the last minute. Do let us know how they turn out. If I started telling about all the mistakes I’ve made in cooking over the years. . . .

    By the way, I don’t think there’s anything unusual about older men’s interest in young women. We have it here as well as in Macondo, or so it seems to me!

    I wish I could help with whether or not to put your thumb in the cookies to hold the water, but I am a real klutz and would inevitablely advise wrongly.

    ~Maryal

    Scrawler
    December 15, 2003 - 10:56 am
    "Sitting in the wicker rocking chair with her interrupted work in her lap, Amaranta watched Aureliano Jose, his chin covered with foam, stropping his razor to give himself his first shave. His blackheads bled and he cut his upper lip as he tried to shape a mustache of blond fuzz, adn when it was all over he looked the same as before, but the laborious process gave Amaranta the feeling that she had begun to grow old at that moment.

    "You look just like Aureliano when he was your age," she said. "You're a man now."

    He had been for a long time, ever since that distant day when Amaranta thought he was still a child and continued getting undressed in front of him in the bathroom as she had always done, as she had been used to doing ever since Pilar Ternera had turned him over to her to finish his upbringing. The first time that he saw her the only thing that drew his attention was the deep depression between her breasts. He was so innocent that he asked her what had happened to her and Amaranta pretended to dig into her breasts with the tips of her fingers and answered: "They gave me some terrible cuts." Some time later, when she had recovered from Pietro Crespi's suicide and would bathe with Aureliano Jose again, he no longer paid attention to the depression but felt a strange trembling at the sight of the splendid breasts with their brown nipples. He kept on examining her, discovering the miracle of her intimacy inch by inch, and he felt his skin tingle as he contemplated the way her skin tingled when it touched the water. Ever since he was a small child he had the custom of leaving his hammock and waking up in Amaranta's bed, because contact with her was a way of overcoming his fear of the dark. But since that day when he became aware of his own nakedness, it was not fear of the dark that drove him to crawl in under her mosquito netting but an urge to feel Amaranta's warm breathing at dawn."

    I think these are wonderful paragaphs to describe discovery. Amaranta realizes that Aureliano Jose is now a man and Aureliano Joe realizes not only the wonders of his own body but also the wonders of Amaranta's body. It happens to all of us at sometime or another. And it seems so natural as told by GGM. Aureliano Jose sees Amaranta's body "as something he found confort with when he was afraid of the dark".

    Scrawler

    MegR
    December 15, 2003 - 11:35 am
    Joan,

    Entire dough ball is chilled overnight. When you're ready to bake, make walnut-sized balls, dip each into a bowl of granulated sugar & put on cookie sheet. Just before putting it into oven, dribble 2-3 drops of water on top of each cookie. Dough will flatten as they bake & tops of each cookie will crackle/crinkle from water on sugar. To be honest, don't know if adding molasses after the fact will work or not! (llaughing!) Have to do some emailing. Just wanted to quickly check in here. Back later with a post. ~ Meg

    horselover
    December 15, 2003 - 08:33 pm
    "How old would you beif you didn't know how old you was?" Satchel Paige

    This book is a terrible commentary on war and political violence. War is responsible for much of Colonel Aureliano Buendia's emotional and physical problems. The town of Macondo is also better off and more prosperous when he is away. What happens to Colonel Aureliano Buendia brings to mind those films we saw of Saddam Hussein and the state he had been brought to by all the years of war and misery he brought to Iraq. Confused and disoriented, dirty and disheveled, Saddam emerged from a hole in the ground where he had buried himself, in solitary.

    And what will become of all those children the Colonel fathered during his years at war? Reminds me of the Amerasian children born during the Vietnam War who were not accepted by their own people or by the Americans.

    Scrawler
    December 16, 2003 - 10:59 am
    "Early one morning during the time when she refused Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, Aureliano Jose awoke with the feeling that he could not breathe. He felt Amaranta's fingers searching across his stomach like warm and anxious little caterpillars. Pretending to sleep, he changed his position to make it easier, and then he felt the hand without the black bandage diving like a blind shellfish into the algae of his anxiety. Although they seemed to ignore what both of them knew and what each one knew that the other knew, from that night on they were yoked together in an inviolable complicity. Aureliano Jose could not get to sleep until he heard the twelve-o'clock waltz on the parlor clock, and the mature maiden whose shin was beginning to grow sad did not have a moment's rest until she felt slip in under her mosquito netting that sleepwalker whom she had raised, not thinking that he would be a palliative for her solitude. Later they not only slept together, naked, exchanging exhausting caresses, but they would also chase each other into the corners of the house and shut themselves up in the bedrooms at any hour of the day in a permanent state of unrelieved excitement."

    I think this a very soft and intimate action between just one man and one woman that Aureliano Jose and Armanta are involved in. On the other hand his brother had 17 sons with many different women. If I would have to guess I would say that his experience with those women was not intimate or soft. In post #238 I decribe Rebeca and Jose Arcadio: "She had to make a supernatural effort not to die when a startling regulated cyclonic power lifted her up by the wrist and despoiled her of her intimacy with three slashes of its claws and quartered her like a little bird. She managed to thank God for having been born before she lost herself in the conceivable pleasure of that unbearable pain, splahing in the steaming marsh of the hammock which absorbed the explosion of blood like a blotter." If he did that with Rebeca, can you imagine what he must have done to the other 17 women and those are just the women we know about.

    Scrawler

    Joan Pearson
    December 16, 2003 - 01:38 pm
    Oh these Buendias! I shake my head reading the two scenes involving Aramanta and young Aureliano Jose that Anne brings to our attention. First of all, she rejects the clearly smitten Col. Marquez, telling him that he is really in love with Aureliano and she doesn't want to be second best -again. Did you catch the description of Aureliano Jose? He is blond, like his father (at least his beard is blond) - he looks just like his father - and here is Aramanta - putting her moves on him!

    There are strains of incest running all through this story, aren't there? No, Maryal, you didn't miss anything that indicates Rebeca WAS Jose Arcadio's sister - what you missed was the fact that Jose Arcadio thought she WAS his sister and didn't care if their children turned out to be armadillos because of this.

    I think it is quite interesting that NONE of JAB and Ursula's children have legitimate children so far, don't you? Remedios died before she delivered Aureliano's baby. Aramanta seems determined to remain single (is she still a virgin?) and Jose Arcadio and Rebeca never did conceive a child before he died.

    Meg ~we've got cookies...and they crinkled! Delicious, especially when warm - with milk. My walnuts must be bigger than yours - I got 30 cookies, instead of 48 - maybe adding the molasses to the chilled dough had something to do with it. But they ARE good! Thank you! THank your mom!

    Joan Pearson
    December 16, 2003 - 01:41 pm
    horselover, this story IS "a terrible commentary on war and political violence." The effects of war on those who began fighting for high ideals is tremendous as we see with Col. Areliano Buendia. I'm hoping that once it is over, he will lose some of that hard shell we are seeing now. Or is it permanent? We'll just have to wait and see. To tell the truth, I don't see an end to this war, do you? Is it still going on today? It seems that the Conservatives AND the Liberals are tired of it, and the terms of the Treaty sounded so reasonable! The Liberals would have cabinet seats and representation in governmental affairs - amnesty. Tremendous gains. What more could be hoped for? Col. Aureliano rejects the terms! Why does he continue to fight this hopeless war? What is he fighting for? Does he remember?

    Scrawler
    December 17, 2003 - 11:11 am
    Toward the first of April a special emissary identified himself to Colonel Gerineldo Marquez. He confirmed the fact to him that the leaders of the party had indeed established contact with the rebel leaders in the interior and were on the verge of arranging an armistice in exchange for three cabinet posts for the Liberals, a minority representation in the congress, and a general amnesty for rebels who laid down their arms. The emissry brought a highly confidential order from Colonel Aureliano Buendia, who was not in agreement with the terms of the armistice.

    Ten days after a joint communique by the government and the opposition announced the end of the war; there was news of the first armed uprising of Colonel Aureliano Buendia on the western border. His small and poorly armed force was scattered in less than a week. But during the year while Liberals and Conservatives tried to make the country believe in reconciliation, he attempted seven other revolts.

    Colonel Aureliano Buendia was alive, but apparently he had stopped harassing the government of his country and had joined with the victorious federalism of other republics of the Caribbean. He would show up under different names farther and farther away from his country. Later it would be learned that the idea that was working on him at the time was the unification of the federalist forces of Central America in order to wipe out conservative regimes from Alaska to Patagonia.

    Why do men and women fight wars in the first place? It's an interesting question isn't it? Do we fight because governments tell us to do so? But in the colonel's case he isn't fighting at the request of his government. We say we fight for freedom or against injustice, but these are ideals that no one can really touch. Would these ideals induce the colonel to fight? I think Colonel Aureliano Buendia continues the fight becuse he reasons that it is the only thing that is left for him to do. He vaguely sees "the unification of the federalist forces of Central America" and the extermination of "conservative regimes from Alaska to Patagonia" but this is a quest not unlike chasing windmills.

    Scrawler

    horselover
    December 17, 2003 - 07:39 pm
    I think Scrawler is right--"Colonel Aureliano Buendia continues the fight becuse he reasons that it is the only thing that is left for him to do." It may be the only thing he knows how to do.

    I once heard a military officer say that the career officers prefer war time because that is when they get to use the skills their training and experience taught them. And they also prefer war time because that is when most opportunities for promotion present themselves.

    MegR
    December 17, 2003 - 08:19 pm
    Am a little nutso here. (not an unusual state of affairs!) I need to go back & reread, but, Scrawler, I think you've confused uncle with nephew. Promise I will get back to this.

    Joan, glad you liked the Molasses Crinkles. Don't think they're originally my mom's recipe. Think they're from an old Betty Crocker Cookbook that she had. They just became a favorite w/ our gang.

    A PLEA FOR HELP! Do any of you have a recipe for making candied, spiced nuts? Used to have one for glazing pecans & walnuts that tasted both sweet & salty & had some spice in it. Can't find it & have pounds of pecans to do for cookie boxes/trays. Does anyone out there have a recipe or ratios for coating mixture? Thanks. Meg

    Surely Shirley
    December 18, 2003 - 05:35 am
    I have enjoyed reading about the Molasses Crinkles as these are a recipe that I included in an earlier family cookbook. I first made the Molasses Crinkles in March 1991 as part of our American History studies. Betty Crocker’s Cooky Book has a selection of “Betty Crocker’s Best Cookies” which gives recipes for the best cookies for different historical periods. As we studied the different time periods, I baked the cookies listed as the best for that period. When I made “The Best Cookie of 1930-1935—Molasses Crinkles”, we knew they were a winner. My daughter entered the cookies in the 4-H fair that summer and won a purple ribbon on them.

    I am also interested in the sweet, but salty pecan glaze. Sounds like the perfect way to use some pecans that I bought at a fall festival.

    Joan Pearson
    December 18, 2003 - 05:54 am
    hahaha, is it time to concede - holiday preparations have taken over the Great Books discussion? Is this a first? Did the Buendias keep Christmas - with the houseful of children? Did you notice when word came to Macondo that Aureliano was moving farther and farther away - Ursula like many a mama was heard to remark...
    "We've lost him forever. If he follows this path, he'll spend Christmas at the ends of the earth."
    Anne, an interesting observation..Aureliano has really morphed into a warrior, hasn't he? I thought the terms were reasonable, the Liberals would have made great gains since the war started, everyone was tired of it...but in his mind, I guess only complete victory would do. He does tell Marquez that he is fighting out of pride, whereas Marquez is still fighting for the goals of the great Liberal party...Marquez is with him now, I think - and so his his son, Aureliano Jose, right? They are attempting to unify all of Central America...when they weren't able to succeed in the homeland. A good comparison, Anne - He vaguely sees "the unification of the federalist forces of Central America" and the extermination of "conservative regimes from Alaska to Patagonia" but this is a quest not unlike chasing windmills."...

    horselover, your comment..."war is the only thing that is left for him to do." got me thinking what Aureliano would do instead...go back to Macondo, I guess - back to the lab? Can't see that happening. We know he lives to a ripe old age from an earlier chapter. So we will see how he does adjust to post war in Macondo later on...

    Surely, while you are checking your recipe file, maybe Meg can find something here...check out the Christmas Whiskey Pecans, Meg!

    georgehd
    December 18, 2003 - 06:21 am
    I would much prefer getting recipes than discussing the book. If GM only knew!!

    Joan Pearson
    December 18, 2003 - 06:36 am
    George! I won't tell him if you don't! hahaha...
    There was something in this chapter...chapter 8, that made me scribble a note about GGM - a question I WOULD ask him if given the opportunity. He is clearly sympathetic to the Liberal cause, and yet I get the feeling he is more of a pacifist. I think he would NOT have continued this war, although he sympathizes. That's why he makes Aureliano "Quixotic", do you suppose? I need to read more on GGM's stance on rebellion and war today...Does he believe those who are repressed, oppressed should rise up OR?

    He provides us with a new interesting character in this chapter...by stationning the Conservative General Jose Raquel Moncada in Macondo. Not a military man, we are told - anti-militarist. At one time he and Aureliano were enemies, but became great friends. They BOTH wanted to make the war more humane. Moncada still believes this and rules justly in Macondo - but what has happened to Aureliano? If you have some moments waiting for dough to rise, will you read over that period and what has happened to these two friendly enemies?

    ALF
    December 18, 2003 - 12:17 pm
    "What worries me is that out of so much hatred for the military, out of fighting them so much and thinking about them so much, you've ended up as bad as they are. And n0 ideal in life is worth that much baseness." He tells his "friend" that he'll probably wind up shooting poor Ursula while trying to appease his own conscience. I love Ursula in this story and the way GGM portrays her as a tough ole mama who "resisted growing old." (I wonder how the heck she did THAT with all of those youngens she raised and tended to.) She once again was able to refill the coffers with gold. She baptised and claimed the lengthy list of children that showed up at the door with their mothers. She expressed interest to her frined the General that CAB would one day return and "gather all of his sons together."

    One woman said her child had been born with his eyes wide open, looking at people with judgement of an adult. What does that mean? Children are far more honest than we as adults are. They all had the look of solitude!

    How did the one kid know about Petro's dancing, mechanical ballerina which had been stashed for so many years?

    MegR
    December 18, 2003 - 04:43 pm
    Joan, I clicked on that Whiskey Pecan thing you offered. Got a colorful border strip across the top w/ southwestern graphics in it, but a blank screen underneath. When I clicked on "recipe" or "glossary" tabs, same thing happened? Couldn't get a recipe.

    Anne, back in a prior post you said that "-I think this a very soft and intimate action between just one man and one woman that Aureliano Jose and Armanta are involved in. On the other hand his brother had 17 sons with many different women. Aureliano Jose is the son of Aureliano & Pilar. Those 17 other sons are his half-brothers. You also went on to comment on Rebeca & Jose Arcadio and their physical relationship. You ended that discussion with: If he did that with Rebeca, can you imagine what he must have done to the other 17 women and those are just the women we know about. Jose Arcadio was Aureliano's brother & therefore, Aureliano Jose's uncle. Those 17 other kids belong to Aureliano - not his brother Jose Arcadio. Does this help? I'm feeling a real need to sit down, go back to the beginning & chart patterns & repeated behaviors for myself. Can't do it before Christmas, but will try to do so that weekend afterwards - if it's not too crazy when our gang gathers at Grammie's house. Something's gnawing at me & I haven't figured out what it is yet ~ about repetitions/evolutions of behavior here. When I don't have to think about anymore cookies & wrapping, I'll try to re-gel some of this - if it'll help.

    Finished all of my shopping today. Wrapping tonight & baking last two batches of cookies tomorrow - so that hopefully, I won't be as delinquent here!

    MegR
    December 18, 2003 - 04:58 pm
    Was in book store today picking up a gift book & also treated myself to GGM'sLiving to Tell the Tale as a Christmas present to me. Went shopping & to lunch w/ a friend. As I was waiting in one of the courts for my pal to meet me for lunch, I started reading. Riohacha & Manaure are two actual towns in Colombia ~ not too far from Aracataca - GGM's hometown as a child AND - there are mountains on one side of the valley between the first two and the third locations - as wll as a humongous swamp! Actual geographic sites that GGM knew as a boy are settings in this novel!

    Ya know, Don't know about anyone else, but I'm having a difficult time trying to keep track of the various "sides" in these "wars" and the reasons - if any - why anyone's really fighting. This sort of reminds me of the feud between the Capulets & the Montagues that waged for eons - & no one could explain the cause for their enmity. Can anyone really or clearly explain to me what is going on with all of this? I've been focusing on characters & am at sea with all of the political blathering here. Does it (the "war"/"wars") really matter to GGM or to us? - or just to Aureliano who seems to need a cause to keep him going after Remedios died? I'm honestly not trying to be a jerk about this, I really don't get it!

    I'm going to respond to 2 Q's for Chpter 8 tomorrow. Haven't abandoned our group - just wanted to get shopping done as we are supposed to get MORE (~quadruple YUCK!!!) snow the next two days. I don't do icy roads well - so - I'll be here.

    Does anyone have a recipe for sweet/salty/spicy/glazed nuts? Thanks! Meg

    Surely Shirley
    December 19, 2003 - 05:50 am
    I am beginning to feel somewhat lost in this book even though I often refer to the family tree and notes about them. Even the war has me puzzled. Although I realize it was between the liberals and the conservatives, I do not understand the cause of the war. Did I miss something?

    Joan Pearson
    December 19, 2003 - 08:21 am
    Andy, I too wonder about that "look of solitude" on the faces of ALL of Aureliano's boys who come to Macondo with their mamas to be recognized as sons of the great war hero. These mamas were sent by their own mamas to his barracks to improve their breed. What is a "look of solitude" on the face of a young boy? Does he look withdrawn? Contemplative? Depressed? Pre-occupied? How do YOU picture any one of these boys? It seems important enough to note that one of the boys "was born with his eyes open" - to show that the traits of the father are passed on to the offspring.
    "Aureliano was the first human being to be born in Macondo. He was silent and withdrawn. He had wept in his mother's womb and had been born with his eyes open."
    Surely, you bring up the third generation of Buendias - One of these, Jose Arcadio Segundo is the "willful one". Sounds like the first generation, Jose Arcadio to me does it you? Would you call the first JA willful too? I'm counting
  • Aureliano and Jose Arcadio and Amaranta the first generation of children born of Jose Arcadio Buendia and Ursula;
  • The second - Arcadio and Aureliano Jose (not to forget the 17 Aurelianos with different last names), the sons of Jose Arcadio and Aureliano;
  • the third generation, Arcadio and Santa Sofia's daughter, Remedios the Beauty and twin sons, Arcadio Segundo and Jose Segundo
  • Meg, looking forward to your chart of inherited characteristics in the new year. I think we will see the traits popping up from one generation to the next. The question is, are the traits connected in any way with the name, or simply with the father. Amaranta is the one who most confuses me right now. Does she have the same traits Andy finds endearing in Ursula? She is quite maternal, although she doesn't seem destined to become a mother, does she? The maternal instincts don't seem to be there...consider her sexual relationship with young Aureliano Jose, whom she has raised as her own. It's not that men don't appeal to her - but when Aureliano Jose returns from the war, intent on marrying her, she begins to wish that Col. Marquez is in her bed!! ...Can anyone figure out what's going on with her?

    Joan Pearson
    December 19, 2003 - 08:45 am
    SurelyS...it seems that Aureliano must be wondering the same thing about now...he has forgotten why he got involved in the war...tries to explain it to his old Conservative friend the night he refused to communte his execution...
    "Remember old friend, I'm not shooting you. It's the revolution that's shooting you. You know better than I...that you are really paying for the crimes of other people because we are going to win this war at any price."
    I think that the reason the people of Macondo are involved in this war is the same reason the rest of Latin America is involved - they once led happy uncomplicated lives - until they were discovered by the outside world, the Europeans and the Church. Ever since then they have been exploited and "saved"...and have been fighting to regain their freedoms ever since.

    Happy frantic Advent, everyone...what we do in the name of PEACE! Meg, I'm sorry the recipe links didn't work for you...they did for me. I'll copy one out here for you - if you see any others of interest in the link, let me know...
    SWEET AND SPICY PECANS

    Posted by Mary Ellen at recipegoldmine.com 11/24/2001 5:45 pm

    Makes about 3 cups

    1 cup granulated sugar 1/2 cup water 1 to 2 teaspoons ground chipotle chiles 1/4 teaspoon salt 2 1/2 cups pecan halves

    Combine sugar, water, ground chiles and salt in saucepan and cook over medium heat until syrup spins a thread (232 degrees F on a candy thermometer). Remove from heat. Add pecans, stirring until well coated. Pour onto well-greased baking sheet, using two forks to separate nuts as they cool. Store airtight.

    Scrawler
    December 19, 2003 - 01:36 pm
    "Thus Aureliano," General Moncada commented, "what a pity that he's a Conservative." He really admired him. One time when he was forced by strategic circumstances to abandon a stronghold to the forces of Colonel Aureliano Buendia, he left two letters for him. In one of them, quite long, he invited him to join in a campaign to make the war more humane. The other letter was for his wife, who lived in Liberal territory, and he left it with a plea to see that it reached its destination. From then on, even in the bloodiest periods of war, the two commanders would arrange truces to exchange prisoners. They were pauses with a certain festive atmosphere, which General Moncada took advantage to teach Colonel Aureliano Buendia how to play chess. They became great friends. They even came to think about the possiblity of coordinating the popular elements of both parties, doing away with the influence of the military men and professional politicians, and setting up a humanitarian regime that would take the best from each doctrine. When the war was over, while Colonel Aureliano Buendia was sneaking about through the narrow trails of permanent subversion, General Moncada was named magistrate of Mocondo."

    This comradeship may seem like "magical realism" but it's more believable than you think.

    During the American Civil War "no soldier seemed as anxious to fight as George Armstrong Custer. He was ranked 34th - last in the West Point class of June 1861. His commanding officer in the Union army reported that Custer "was the first to cross the stream, the first to open fire upon the enemy, and one of the last to leave the field. In a letter to a cousin Custer wrote, "I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life." Custer's other side, however, was that of a friend who enjoyed the company of others, such as those he had known at West Point, where he had a reputation as being personable, fun-loving, and loyal and seemed the most popular man in his class.

    Stephen Dodson Ramseur graduated fourteenth in the West Point class of 1860. He fought on the Confederate side. While trying to rally his troops near Miller's Mill, he was wounded critically, with both lungs punctured. The ambulance that was removing him from the area was captured by one of Custer's patrols. Seeing that his friend from West Point days was grievously injured, Custer had Ramseur taken to Belle Grove, Sheridan's headquarters.

    Throughout the night Custer and Henry DuPont, another graduate of the military academy, stayed by the bedside of their wounded West Point brother. As word spread, other acquaintances from the academy came to pay their respects. While he lay dying, Ramseur asked that Custer snip off a lock of his dark hair to send to his wife of less than one year. His last words to his colleague from Michigan were, "Armstrong, I knew if I fell into your hands, you would treat me kindly."

    Joan Pearson
    December 20, 2003 - 05:56 am
    Ah Scrawler, what has happened to our Aureliano? Something has caused him to change so dramatically and completely - did Moncada have every reason to expect that he would be treated as Custer did Ramseur..."I knew if I fell into your hands, you would treat me kindly."

    At one point they had even talked about "the possiblity of coordinating the popular elements of both parties, doing away with the influence of the military men and professional politicians, and setting up a humanitarian regime that would take the best from each doctrine." Do you think that Aureliano has become one of those "military men" he had talked about earlier? They came that close to signing these terms in the Treaty of Neerlandia, didn't they? Aureliano rejected it!

    I noticed too that Ramseur asked Custer to visit his wife and break the news. Moncada asked the same of Aureliano. And he does that! After sending him to his death! He believes so completely in the justice of the court.

    I've got an annual family gathering in NJ this weekend...will be back on Monday. In the meantime, treat your enemies kindly!

    Joan Pearson
    December 22, 2003 - 04:48 am
    Due to increased activity in the kitchens and on the highways outside of Macondo, let's leave the residents to enjoy their uneasy peace until we can give them full attention.

    When you return to the opening pages of Chapter IX, I'd really like to hear your reaction to Marquez' return to the period before the war's end. Are you becoming accustomed to GGM's back and forth movement in time or do you still find it disconcerting?

    Enjoy your families and the upcoming festivities. We look forward to your return!

    Traude S
    December 22, 2003 - 03:58 pm
    JOAN,

    There is still so much I'd like to say about chapter VIII, but I probably won't have the time to post in any depth until after the holidays.

    I have been trying to do everything at once and, as a result, finished nothing. Many things are left undone, and I am decidedly UNready.

    But I will get back to the Buendías as soon as I can, especially Amaranta, and also the 17 illegitimate sons of Colonel Aureliano, all of whom have the look of solitude, and at least one is as telepathic as the Colonel himself. As for Amaranta, I do not believe the sexual relationship with Aureliano, her nephew, was consummated. They came dangerously close (as in Les liaisons dangereuses , book and movie) but she backed off, and her fear of a real pig's tail on a baby born of an incestuous union had something to do with it.

    True, there are comic elements in the book, improbable phantasmagoric happenings, a dig or two against catholicism, but it becomes clearer as we read that this is ultimately a tragedy, for Colombia and for the fictional Buendías, whose decline is irreversible.

    What impresses me is the (stabilizing, IMHO) influence the women have in the novel, beginning with Úrsula who bears up under all kinds of adversities, builds the new house, tends to her lucrative candy business, 'rearranges the furniture' after every new calamity and just goes on.

    About solitude : Could we define it perhaps also as extreme introspection, a withdrawal from everyone and everything ? The many combinations in which GMM mentions solitude are worth noting, e.g. Aureliano José as a palliative for Amaranta's solitude .

    More soon.

    MegR
    December 22, 2003 - 07:55 pm
    Stopped to check emails & site tonight before I pack to head off to 'Grandma's house' tomorrow morning. Have printed your new Q's Joan. Will try to get back online after Christmas day. Happy Holidays to all. May they be filled with peace and joy for each of us. ~ Meg

    P.S. Will try to work on that character chart too between now & the new year. Merry, merry all!

    Scrawler
    December 24, 2003 - 12:50 pm
    "If there is to be peace in the world, there must be peace in the nations.

    If there is to be peace in the nations, there must be peace in the cities.

    If there is to be peace in the cities, there must be peace between neighbors.

    If there is to be peace between neighbors, there must be peace in the home.

    If there is to be peace in the home, there must be peace in the heart."

    - Thich Nhat Hahn

    Peace always

    Scrawler
    December 25, 2003 - 10:28 pm
    Colonel Gerneldo Marquez was the first to perceive the emptiness of the war. In this position as civil and military leader of Macondo he would have telegraphic conservations twice a week with Colonel Aureliano Buendia. At first these exchanges would determine the course of flesh-and-blood war, the perfectly defined outlines of which told them at any monet the exact spot where it was and the prediction of its future direction. Although he never let himself be pulled into the area of confidences, not even by his closest friends, Colonel Aureliano Buendia still had at that time the familiar tone that made it possible to identify him at the other end of the wire. Many times he would prolong the talks beyond the expected limit and let them drift into comments of a domestic nature. Little by little, however, and as the war became more intense and widespread, his image was fading away into a universe of unreality. The charcteristics of speech were more and more uncertain, and they came together and combined to form words that were gradually losing all meaning. Colonel Gerineldo Marquez limited himself then to just listening, burdened by the impression that he was in telegraphic contact with a stranger from another world.

    Unfortunately wars sell newspapers and make money for big business. Chances are the common soldier in a war thinks very little of the ideals such as freedom and justice. His one pulsating thought is to survive and go home to his love ones. In reality there is only the horror and "emptiness of war". War brings death and destruction to both sides - period. Here in the US we tend to glorify war in our Hollywood movies until it is acceptable pabulum for our young men and women.

    His only refuge was Amaranta's sewing room. He would visit her every afternoon. He liked to watch her hands as she curled frothy petticoat cloth in the machine that was kept in motion by Remedios the Beauty. They spent many hours without speaking, content with their reciprocal company but while Amaranta was inwardly pleased in keeping the fire of his devotion alive, he was unaware of the secret designs of that indecipherable heart. When the news of his return reached her, Amaranta had been smothered by anxiety. But when she saw him enter the house in the middle of Colonel Aureliano Buendia's noisy escort and she saw how he was mistreated by the reigors of exile, made old by age and oblivion, dirty with sweat and dust, smelling like a herd, ugly, with his left arm in a sling, she felt faint with disillusionment.

    Yes, I think the relationship between the Colonel and Armanta parallels the uneasy peace in Macondo. Amaranta sees him as she had known him in the past. Even after he comes back to her "shaved and clean, with this mustache perfumed with lavender water" he is not the same person. Macondo is also not the same as it was before the war. War tends to change not only the people who fight the war, but also those who are left behind, and war affects the places where war is fought, and to some degree those places where loved ones wait for word about their soldiers.

    Joan Pearson
    December 27, 2003 - 10:34 am
    Hello there, Anne, good to see you here today. Thank you for your Christmas message of "Peace" starting in our own hearts and hearths! Isn't it a coincidence that we are focusing now on the exact same desire for Peace in Macondo...everyone tired of division and war to the point that they forget the reasons for fighting in the first place - and try to forget it? Something that's going on "out there" beyond the solitude of Macondo. The Liberals and the Conservatives have allied to work for out peace terms. The residents of Macondo are happy under the easy peace under Marquez. It appears to me that everyone is ready to end war except the one with the great power....who admits that he is fighting only for POWER now.

    How did you understand the statement that Aureliano is "lost in the solitude of his immense power?" Even when it comes time to execute his old friend, the dear Buendia family friend...Aureliano cannot not "break the shell of his own solitude". Traude asks, "could we define it (solitude) as extreme introspection, a withdrawal from everyone and everything" - do you find it frightening to consider that a bloody war is in the hands and mind of one demented, power-hungry leader? It isn't the first OR the last time, is it?

    I thought it interesting that his own mother couldn't reach him...will she carry out her threat to "kill him with her own hands" if he does not heed the pleas for clemency. Why must he execute Marquez? I don't understand that.

    Hopefully you are all recovering from the merriment. I've been tossing out a week of Thanksgiving dinners, different seatings for different sets of in-laws who have all converged on Arlington this year. Two more to go. Grandson #3 will be baptized this evening. Son #2 will head back west tomorrow morning, son #4 will leave two days later. It seems as if they just got here. I look forward to having the time to get back to this depressing story with you, (hahaha) but first must make the most of the "boys" last days home.
    Later!

    Jo Meander
    December 28, 2003 - 12:39 am
    I hope everyone here is enjoying the holidays, goodies, relatives, cleaning up messes, cooking and making more messes, etc! It’s fun, sort of, but I’ll be glad to usher in the New Year and look it squarely in the eye, vision unclouded by overindulgence and fatigue. I’ve been reading all the posts and trying to get to the point where I can respond, but I must admit I just haven’t been able to focus well enough to do justice to the wonderful thoughts you all have been sharing (well, at least up until this week, when I sense a slow down not quite as bad as my own!)


    "Lost in the solitude of his immense power." Hmmm! More than one kind of solitude???


    I don’t remember being depressed by this story the first time I read it. I must have been (sure I was!) a more superficial reader at the time. I’ve been enjoying this book, but Aureliano has disappointed me severely with his inability to release the Colonel from this death sentence. The solitude we have been puzzling over in the discussion takes on a darker meaning for me now. For a long time, I must admit, I looked on it as a long incubation period when individuals and cultures grow, reach out to the wider world, and evolve into new communities and new awareness of the universe that previous insulation did not allow. Now I find that this character I admired for his ability (not unlike his father’s) to dedicate himself to a thoughtful, introspective existence and the ability to love patiently and passionately, is a monomaniacal military man, unable to show compassion to a friend, or to see the value in protecting the life of a good and decent leader-- able to sacrifice that life as casually as one would swat a fly. It’s painful and I am puzzled at this point.

    Surely Shirley
    December 28, 2003 - 05:32 am
    Although the idea of reading this at a slower pace for discussion made sense, I have problems reading two books at the same time and wanted to start another book for another discussion group. So I went ahead and finished the book. I had mixed feelings about the book. At first, I liked it. Then I got bogged down and, even with the helpful family tree, got confused. However, the last couple of chapters renewed my interest and turned the book around for me. I don't have the wonderful recollection you folks do on what I have read, but I plan to keep up with your postings to help enrich this book.

    Traude S
    December 28, 2003 - 08:18 am
    It is very difficult to find a key to this book, that's why some of us have tried before and given up. The "total immersion" method finally worked for me. Questions are answered at the end, after a fashion, but that brings no joy nor satisfaction to the reader, just sadness. SHIRLEY has expressed it very well and I agree.

    JOAN, the fact that Colonel Aureliano is deaf to the entreaties of his own mother and undeterred even by the mention of the feared pig's tail, shows how hardened and inhuman he has become over time. What ARE we to make of him when he returns to Macondo at one point accompanied by a large sycophantic retinue and three mistresses whom he installs in the house, ordering everyone to stay within 10 feet of him including his own mother(!!) ?

    After all, this was not a struggle against a foreign enemy, it was a civil war; brother against brother, so to speak. And it DID become a quest for power for the Colonel :

    Rebellion, inciting insurgencies, making clandestine journeys to other countries to drum up support for his cause, and incessant warfare become the Colonel's only raison d'être , the only way of life, where nothing else matters. General Moncada, a sympathetic figure, realizes that and dies with dignity. Rebeca realizes it too, saying she "always knew" he was "a renegade". Colonel Aureliano does fulfill his promise to General Moncada and returns the latter's effcts to Moncada's widow, who refuses to admit him to the home. The house is promptly razed by an aide. This cruel act speaks volumes about the Colonel.

    I believe that solitude ecompasses a great many things in addition to physical or metal isolation; I believe it is a general condition, a characteristic of all the Buendías that sets them apart.

    More later.

    Jo Meander
    December 28, 2003 - 11:17 pm
    In chapter 8, the author says that Aureliano "had acquired a metallic hardness. He was preserved against imminent old age by a vitality that had something to do with the coldness of his insides."
    Does the death of Remedios have something to do with his transformation? More than once in these two chapters he is described as cold, and in ch. 9 he finds things to wrap himself in: "The same night that his authority was recognized by all the rebel commands, he woke up in a fright, calling for a blanket. An inner coldness which shattered his bones and tortured him even in the heat ot the sun would not let him sleep ...." Do the three mistresses serve to keep him from freezing altogether?
    The Colonel tells him that he is "rotting alive," and later "he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away and he could not find it."
    In his person, he is an indictment of war, the cold, cruel butchery, the senseless, unproductive struggle that yields little or nothing to those who began by thinking of themselves as saviors of the people. Aureliano allows the execution of the one character who desired to negotiate a compromise with the objective of creating a government able to serve the needs of the people.

    Joan Pearson
    December 29, 2003 - 05:42 pm
    Traudee - I've been thinking about what you said about solitude yesterday -
    that it (solitude) "encompasses a great many things in addition to physical or mental isolation; I believe it is a general condition, a characteristic of all the Buendías that sets them apart." Something sets the Buedias apart? Some sort of "pig's tale?" What exactly is it that sets them apart, I keep asking myself. I'm fairly certain that whatever it is, it is the inherited characteristic, the result of JAB and Ursula's defiance of what was considered one of nature's laws.

    I think we need to spend more time on this Chapter before moving ahead 10 years into Chapter X where we move to the next generation, to Jose Arcadio's grandson, Aureliano Segundo. I don't want to move without the rest of our fellows - and don't feel we fully understand the JAB and Ursula's children. Maybe we won't succeed, as you intimate, Traudee, but each time one of you posts, more lights go on.

    Surely - good! It helps to know that the last chapters renewed your interest, and happy to hear that you plan to stay with us. Somehow I feel there are several "keys" to understanding here in Chapter IX. We've tentatively established that Aureliano is the central character and we learn a lot about him here.

    Joan Pearson
    December 29, 2003 - 05:46 pm
    Because I've been away from my desk for several days now, I reread the chapter again, and underlined a few things I missed the first time. Jo, you mention your disappointment with Aureliano and his failure to release Marquez from the death sentence. When I reread the passage in which they face one another, Aureliano tries to talk Marquez into escaping WITH HIM...and starting a new war. The reason Marquez is to be executed is also full of irony. He tells Aureliano who is poised to sign the armistice which denies EVERYTHING they had been fighting for from the onset..."this is a betrayal." For this, Aureliano orders his execution, but then trys to get Marquez to escape with him to restart the war!!! Marquez replies - he'd rather die than see Aureliano a bloody tyrant."You see Aureliano as a "monomaniacal military man" just as Marquez does. You had admired him
    " for his ability (not unlike his father’s) to dedicate himself to a thoughtful, introspective existence and the ability to love patiently and passionately."
    It is this inability to love that we need to focus on in this chapter, I believe. Aureliano seems more like a pig, than a human being, doesn't he? GGM writes that they thought he would return a human being with the signing of the Armistice, and the war over. It is Aramanta who first suspects that he's lost forever - he doesn't even recognize her!

    I thought it most interesting to read - "He never let himself be pulled into the area of confidence, not even by his closest friends." I think this was a man marked with "solitude" from his childhood - the same with Aramanata...and her "undecipherable heart". GGM writes that she was "upset by the persistance, loyalty and submissiveness" Marquez exhibited towards her. He was willing to put down his arms for her...but "she had not succeeded in loving him." She can't handle love, though she wants to be loved.

    Aureliano feels more solitary than ever now that the war is coming to an end - is convinced that everyone is lying to him. He comes back to the heat of Macondo as his last refuge...shivering under his wool blanket, covered with those sores - Jo calls this his "one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away and he could not find it."

    We talked before about Ursula and her love for her children. It was chilling and sad to read how one of her sons feels about her. This struck me hard as I returned from taking my youngest to the airport as he wings it back to his life on the other side of the continent. I don't know that Ursula deserves this cold, cold treatment from a son unable to love. What an intolerable, painful experience for any mother!

    Traude S
    December 29, 2003 - 06:34 pm
    JO,

    You said, "In his person, he (Colonel Aureliano) is an indictment of war ...", and I agree with the statement. Aureliano the man must have been deeply affected by the death of his pregnant wife, still almost a child herself (and I have a question about the death a little later). He may well have been transformed by it to a certain extent; he certainly became a changed man, I think, when he witnessed the voting fraud committed by his father-in-law, and eventually a cynic.

    Here is the question : Was Amarantha responsible for the death of Remedios ?

    JOAN, it seems the people in six generations of Buendías displayed little genuine affection; the frequently obsessive physical exertions were not based on love but carnal desire, easily satiated, easily spent, like a fire that burns brightly but does not warm.

    Aureliano must have had familial respect and affection for his mother early on, but by the time he returned home for good, he no longer had even a memory of earlier affection- for Úrsula or anyone else in the family.

    I see the saga of this mythical family in the form of an arc : the foundation of Macondo = the rise -> the growth -> the peak -> the gradual decline, and the inevitable fall. But what was the original sin ? Was it incest ?

    The narrative shifts in time, but there is one constant : the manuscript of Malquíades; its meaning is finally explained at the very end but remains, to me at least, somewhat incomprehensible.

    There is another 'matriarch' of sorts in the story, Pilar Ternera, and her role in the Buendía family in subsequent chapters bears watching.

    Jo Meander
    December 29, 2003 - 11:38 pm
    Joan, I created confusion -- for myself, at least -- when I said "Colonel" back in post #359. I intended to refer to the conservative general Jose Raquel Moncada, the one who became the mayor of Macondo and also became a friend to Ursula and Aureliano. He was the one who wanted to make the war more humane and eventually bring both parties together to create a humanitarian regime.

    When Aureliano tries to get the colonel (Marquez) to escape with him and fight to end the war, his resolution to continue as the unflappable, by-the-book military leader is crumbling. The treaty he signs negates everything he originally thought he was fighting for. He really doesn't believe in what he's doing any more. (Did you notice that for the last two chapters, at least, GGM always refers to him as "Colonel Aureliano Buendia"? Never just Aureliano? The old Aureliano seems to have been destroyed by war.)
    I think Colonel Marquez is still alive at this time. Unless I am confused (HA!), he goes on to fight to end the war with Aureliano.


    Traude, that's a good question about the death of Remedios. I'm going back to hunt a line I marked concerning Amaranta's possible involvement. I remember marking it after we had finished with that section. Also, in chapter seven, Aureliano visits Rebeca, his brother's widow, who moves "in an atmosphere of Saint Elmo's fire, in a stagnant air where one could still note a hidden smell of gunpowder." Created by what? Who shot Jose Arcadio? I know we decided to let that go, but lines like this make me wonder what GGM wants us to think! He's a tease!
    Also, Traude, that's a good line re the Buendias: "the frequently obsessive physical exertions were not based on love but carnal desire, easily satiated, easily spent,like a fire that burns brightly but does not warm."

    Jo Meander
    December 30, 2003 - 12:01 am
    So much happens so quickly in these chapters! Back in chapter 5, Remidios and Aureliano marry, Remedios takes charge of little Aureliano Jose, Amaranta decides she will poison Rebeca with laudanum on the Friday before R's planned wedding to Pietro Crespi, and poor little Remedios dies the week before: she wakes bathed in "a hot broth which had exploded in her insides with a kind of tearing belch" and dies three days later. Shortly after, Amaranta takes charge of Aureliano Jose, adopting him "as a son who would share her solitude and relieve her from the involuntary laudanum that her mad beseeching had thrown into Remedios'coffee."
    Did unseen forces punish her thoughts of murder with Remedios' death? More "magical realism," or what? Maybe Jose Arcadios' death was magical, too!

    Joan Pearson
    December 30, 2003 - 11:01 am
    Oh, yes, JO, GGM is quite the tease as you say. If he wasn't, we wouldn't have so many unanswered questions, would we? There are so many things in life for which we will never have answers. What were they thinking? Why would anyone do something like that? How many times have you asked such questions about the indecipherable actions of others? I think GGM's presentation of the mysteries of life is so very "realistic"...and that it is the poetic power of his writing that lends the "magic".

    Traude, I'll agree with you - Aureliano was stricken with grief at the death of his young wife...and that may have been the contributing factor that led him to the war. Did he realize that it was his sister who was responsible for the death of his wife? Did anyone (but Amaranta) know that Remedios died from the poison meant for Rebeca? GGM doesn't tell us that, only that Aureliano spends less time at home and more with his in-laws after that, and then goes off to war. After that he seems to have a hard time recognizing Amaranta - although he does always note the burnt mitt...

    While we are talking about Remedios, did you notice that one little mention of Remedios the Beauty (Arcadio's son's first-born)? After the war, when "Colonel Aureliano Buendia", (Jo, I hadn't noticed that "Aureliano" is now referred to as "Colonel Aureliano") had returned to the house, he "seemed so alien to everything that he did not even notice Remedios the Beauty as she passed by naked on her way to her bedroom." Did you pause at that? She is supposed to be so very beautiful, but thought to be mentally deficient. What are we to make of the fact that her "great uncle" did not take notice of her body? There seems to be frequent innuendo bordering on incest, but not outright.

    Jo, you bring up Jose Arcadio's death...another unanswered question...the smell of gunpowder. Was he murdered? Did he commit suicide? If he did kill himself, what was the reason? He'd been sound asleep. His Rebeca wakes him to tell him that Aureliano is about to be executed. She remarks to her husband how handsome his brother is. So JA puts on his trousers and goes out and frees his brother and comes in and does what? Does he shoot himself while taking his trousers back off? Why would Rebeca shoot him? Only Rebeca knows the answer. She's locked up in the house, maybe she'll provide an answer. I suspect not.

    Then there's Pilar...Traudee, yes, let's watch her too! Did any of you notice Aureliano's thought shortly before his suicide attempt?
    "He thought confusedly, finally captive in a trap of nostalgia, that perhaps if he married her he would have been a man without war and without glory, a nameless artisan, a happy animal."
    What does he mean? Is he talking about Pilar? If he had married her, he would not have married Remedios...and then would not have gone to war? Will you take a look at this passage? It is in the paragraph that begins..."The Tueday of the armistice dawned warm and rainy."

    "A happy animal"? None an unhappy animal contmeplating suicide?

    Joan Pearson
    December 30, 2003 - 11:34 am
    Let's look at the suicide attempt too...so ironic, it did not succeed. Could you see it coming as CAB (Colonel Aureliano Buendia) gave away all of his belongings, burned his papers...made his last preparations? Traudee, I was saddened to see that he felt nothing when he looked at his own mother...his dead wife Remedios was only a dim memory of someone who could have been his daughter. ("There was only one affection" that prevailed against time and war." Did you notice who it was that touched his cold heart?) He explains to his mother that "the war has done away with everything."

    Jo, I know what you mean about being confused with time element. Tell me, do you think that Col. Marquez survived and did join CAB to fight yet another war? It is my impression that immediately after signing the treaty, CAB attempted suicide - and that made him popular with the people, but also marked the end of his military life. I could be very wrong. When Marquez objected to the treaty which CAB signed, I thought he was executed.

    Why did CAB sign the armistice if he agreed with Col. Marquez that it was "a betrayal"? Why suicide, why not simply refuse to sign the treaty?

    Traude S
    December 30, 2003 - 08:32 pm
    Only a few thoughts now at the end of another very busy day, the last full day of my California daughter's holiday visit. She leaves tomorrow afternoon.

    JOAN, yes I think CAB was thinking of Pilar.

    The warring, rebellions and revolutions are confusing to the reader and CAB's motivations seem muddled, and yes JOAN, Colombia is still a very dangerous country where the weak government maintains an uneasy truce with the rebel faction, both benefiting from oil revenues, drug money and kidnapping for ransom.

    More tomorrow.

    Jo Meander
    December 31, 2003 - 12:01 am
    Joan, CAB sends Marquez off to jail when he criticizes his signing away the things he has fought for. Then on the very next page, he goes to the jail and tells Marquez to "Put on your shoes and help me get this shitty war over with." For a page or so after that, they are fighting for defeat, say GGM, as hard or harder than they ever fought for victory. CAB is spent; he no longer believes anything witll come from his struggles, so the best thing he can do is end the struggle itself. He is such a shell of what he was before the fighting that he doesn't even respond with what would have been characteristic interest to Remedios the Beauty's lovely youthful body. I think he does wish that he had married Pilar, the mother of his child, and become that "happy animal," living a life of simplicity, creating those little silver fishes.


    Traude, is there a Treaty of Neerlandia? A Neerlandia in Columbia?

    Scrawler
    December 31, 2003 - 04:25 pm
    "How strange men are," she said, because she could not think of anything else to say. "They spend their lives fighting against priests and then give prayer books as gifts."

    Does anyone else find this to be an unsettling observation? Why indeed do men fight against (you fill in the blank) and than turn around and give religious articles as gifts? Do they believe in religion while they are fighting or are the giving of religious gifts a way of purging themselves? Asking forgiveness for the many lives they have taken.

    "The best friend a person has," he would say at that time, "is one who has just died." He was weary of the uncertainty, of the vicious circle of that eternal war that always found him in the same place, but always older, wearier, even more in the position of not knowing why, or how, or even when. There was always someone outside the chalk circle. Someone who needed money, someone who had a son with whooping cough, or someone who wanted to go off and sleep forever because he could not stand the shit taste of war in his mouth and who, nevertheless, stood at attention to inform him: "Everything normal, colonel." And normality was precisely the most fearful part of that infinite war: nothing ever happened. Alone, abandoned by his premonitions, fleeing the chill that was to accompany him until death, he sought a last refuge in Macondo in the warmth of his oldest memories. His indolence was so serious that when they announced the arrival of commission from his party was authorized to discuss the stalement of war, he rolled over in his hammock without completely waking up."

    The opening line is very much to the point. "The best friend a person has is one who has just died." Just what is "normal" as the colonel referred to it? Is being normal a fearful thing? Going further in the paragraph, I wonder if the colonel was thinking that not only could you not trust your friends or your loyal soldiers, but also you could not trust yourself. This chill that he had until his death must be symbolic of something, but what? Earlier in the chapter, Colonel Gerineld Marquez said to him: "You're rotting alive." Could this have been the reason Aureliano must execute Marquez? Did Marquez know him so well that he posed a threat? The paragraph goes on to say "he sought a last refuge in Macondo in the warmth of his oldest memories." Does this mean than that he no longer lived in the here and now? Was he drifting back to the past? Did he feel safe in the past? What is wrong with living in the past?

    Traude S
    December 31, 2003 - 06:53 pm
    JO,

    I have searched high and low for historical information on the Treaty of Neerlandia - indeed an unlikely name for a Latin American country. I found only references to a 'hamlet' in the Netherlands named Neerlandia, to a community in Alberta, Canada, and a club (possibly a lodge) in western Australia.

    Where the Treaty of Neerlandia IS mentioned, it is put in quotation marks with the addition, "an event described in Gabriel García Márquwz novel One Hundred Years of Solitude ." Critical evaluation of the novel has been overwhelmingly laudatory, some reviewers compare its epic impact with the Odyssey, Moby Dick, The Song of Roland, and War and Peace. Neither of the two links I am about to post shed any light on the question but may be of interest regarding the novel itself, on linear narration, circular narration, on the men and women in the story, and more. You will see the macho aspect mentioned.

    I do hope the links work :


    http://www.motherearthtravel.com/history/colombia/history-5.htm

    http://www.mala.bc.ca/~johnstoi/introser/marquez.htm

    Edit -- Links repaired

    Traude S
    December 31, 2003 - 08:07 pm
    My apologies. I am dismayed to find the links not clickable and have asked one of our gifted techies for help.

    The articles show the complexity of Colombia's history after the protracted struggle for independence from the harsh rule of Colonial Spain.

    The original territories comprised modern-day Colombia, Venezuela, Ecuador ad Panama. Independence was finally achieved with the aid of the Venezuelan liberator Simón Bolívar and formalized in 1849. A ten-year uneasy confederation with Venezuela and Ecuador was undermined by regional differences. Panama seceded in 1902.

    But more significant, bitter debates over the political structure of independent Colombia divided the municipal counsels in the various provinces from the very beginning.

    More about that later.

    Joan Pearson
    December 31, 2003 - 09:00 pm
    Anne, so glad to have you back for New Year's Eve! You've been missed! Sorry I can't stay to party with you, but this is one night of the year my husband simply will not tolerate my tap-tap-tapping out "postings" as he calls them.

    Your post on the prayer books reminded me of my brother-in-law - a fighter pilot over VietNam who always flew on his bombing missions with the padre's rosary beads hanging over him...I always marvelled at the mental picture of that...

    Jo, okay, so Marquez DID not face the firing squad because CAB did not grant him clemency? Whew! Now he can go home again without fear that Ursula will wring his neck with her bare hands...no pig's tail? But I do believe he is home from the war for good now, don't you? He does want to fight about the Treaty breech...the pensions, but no one else is interested in taking up the "shitty war" right now. So he's home to stay...It will be interesting in later chapters to see if he ever returns to just plain "Aureliano" once he settles into civilian life again. Or will he remain within that chalk circle for the rest of his life? Anne - now there's a thought...CAB trusts no one, not even himself! Can he find himself again back in Macondo, or is he forever out of his mind, in his own solitary place, just as his father JAB was when his chalk circle became the courtyard?

    Traudee, thanks for taking the time to look up Neerlandria for us...when we were reading DaVinci Code , I felt it necessary to look up nearly every reference...Dan Brown drove me crazy with his sometimes "fiction/reality" games. With Marquez, I can accept his magical reality without question. Does it matter if there was ever such a Treaty? There may have been - under another name, just as "Macondo" is a fictional name for A-------, whatever the name of the town was called where GGM grew up.

    So CAB is home now, unable to find a soft spot in his heart for anyone...(Did you notice that there is only one person from his childhood who holds a place in his heart, Anne?) Life is no longer worth living...didn't Barbara talk about the danger of solitude - an emotional disorder, often resulting in suicide?

    Traudee, don't feel too badly about links...for me, the best part of these discussions is deciphering the author's intentions with you all...and ONLY after that do I turn to the critics to see what they think. Don't want to hear from them until I have read the material and thought about it - talked with you about it. To me that's the fun of the discussion - the moments of discovery. Don't know how the rest of you feel. Some of you have finished the book - will critics help you now...or do you want to wait until the end of the discussion before turning elsewhere?

    Thank you all for the wondrous things you do here...what a fantastic group of old acquaintance! HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!

    Scrawler
    January 1, 2004 - 01:16 pm
    "The important thing is that from now on we'll be fighting only for power." Still smiling, he took the documents the delegates gave him and made ready to sign them. "Since that's the way it is," he concluded, "we have no objection to accepting."

    "Excuse me, colonel," Colonel Gerneld Marquez said softly, "but this is a betrayal."

    Colonel Aureliano Buendia held the inked pen in the air and discharged the whole weight of his authority on him. "Surrender your weapons," he ordered.

    Colonel Gerineld Marquez stood up and put his sidearm on the table.

    "Report to the barracks," Colonel Aureliano Buendia ordered him. "Put yourself at the disposition of the revolutionary court." Then he signed the declaration and gave the sheets of paper to the emissaries, saying to them:

    "Here are your papers, gentlemen. I hope you can get some advantage out of them."

    Two days later, Colonel Gerineldo Marquez, accused of high treason, was condemned to death.

    At dawn, worn out by the tormented vigil, he appeared in the cell an hour before the execution. "The farce is over, old friend," he said to Colonel Gerineldo Marquez. "Let's get out of here before the mosquitoes in here execute you." Colonel Gerineldo Marquez could not repress the disdain that was inspired in him by that attitude.

    "No, Aureliano," he replied. "I'd rather be dead than see you changed into a bloody tyrant."

    "You won't see me," Colonel Aureliano Buendia said. "Put on your shoes and help me get this shitty war over with."

    Aureliano thinks of himself as an authority figure and Marquez dares to confront him. This is the reason Aureliano condemns him to death. But Marquez knows him better than he knows himself and he won't allow Aureliano to become a tyrant even though it might mean Marquez's own life. In the end I think friendship does win out, I believe the past has been brought into the present and Aureliano finds the only acceptable solution to the problem and that is to continue the fight. Even if that fight seems ridiculous or even down right a betrayal of everything they have been fighting for up to this time. Do the foot soldiers really ever know what they are fighting for? Isn't that up to the politicians to inform us of the neccessity of why we go to war?

    Happy New Year one and all!

    Deems
    January 2, 2004 - 11:20 am
    I am back from the Florida Keys where daughter and I spent a little longer than we had planned. Ah, to have the freedom not to be bound by absolute deadlines as I usually am. We stayed three additional nights on Grassy Key and then the next night in St. Augustine, the next (and final night on the road) in Florence, SC. Did some outlet shopping in St. Augustine and stopped by JR's in North Carolina which is an outlet beyond my powers of description. Suffice it to say that they have Fieldcrest towels for $5 and I stock up every year. This year I got some extras to send to my son.

    I've found the perfect place to read this novel. Everyone must pack up and get yourself to some place tropical. I read several chapters and found that everything in them made perfect sense! Sure, I have questions, but they are different now.

    Joan's concern with Amaranta and her endless self abnegation kept haunting me while I was on vacation. In the Keys, the answer, or rather the not-really-an answer, came to me. Amaranta is just like some of us, or parts of some of us. She has chosen to say NO to life. She disdains being second; she grieves over the past; she decides that she does not want acceptance or love (of a man). She wears that stupid black handkerchief on her hand always to remind her of her renunciation.

    Don't we all know someone like Amaranta? Isn't she just an exaggeration of a quality that we all have and most of us choose not to indulge?

    I too don't think that the love affair between Amaranta and her nephew was ever consumated. They got close--and Joan suggests that it might have been her fear of the children having a pig's tail--but it didn't happen. But I don't think it didn't happen because of pig's tails or any other kind of physical abnormality. I think it didn't happen because Amaranta cannot allow herself to experience intimacy. She has given that up and sealed herself off from the world of the living.

    I also came to the conclusion that this novel doesn't have a central character in the terms we usually use to describe such a figure. It has rather a central family, the Buendias, and a central place, Macondo. Time passes and things change in this town. But qualities of the two parents/grandparents, Jose Arcadio Buendia and Ursula, continue. Doesn't this occur in all families? Perhaps I resemble my great great grandmother or grandfather more than I know. They were both dead long before my birth, but if I had someone around (Melquiades?) who remembered them, would he not see similarities?

    I also don't think that there was an "original sin" that dooms this family. Instead, they all have the propensity to sin just as we do. They make mistakes. They are like us.

    I'll write more later after I do some more loads of wash. It is a sad thing to take shorts out of a dryer and put them away. Shorts I have been living in for nearly two weeks. Sigh.

    Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    January 3, 2004 - 09:01 am
    Well look who just blew in from the "Keys!" An extended stay! Delicious! Welcome home, Maryal! I also appreciate the insights you gained from the tropical setting.

    Anne, when we match up Aureliano's (still Colonel Aureliano Buendia?) war fatigue with Maryal's view of the central character - no central character, but rather a central family, things begin to make sense. IF CAB is the central character, what will be his role after the war is over and he returns home?

    Do you have any thoughts on the "one hundred years" of the title? There is some connection with Melquiades predicitions...any other? Will the cycle be complete after 100 years? I'm wondering about the hundred years, are you? Ursula lives to be 100, I just learned reading the next chapter.

    Amaranta says "no" to life. Is this her very nature? Inherited disposition? Or did life experience - beginning with the prideful episode with Pietro and Rebeca resulting in the death of Remedios affect her to produce this wariness? Come to think of it, JAB's pride caused the death of his old friend, Prudencio, didn't it? Anne asks an important question - it seems that GGM is writing about more than the Latin American political situation, doesn't it? Do you sense the PRIDE of the politicians a factor here?
    Even if that fight seems ridiculous or even down right a betrayal of everything they have been fighting for up to this time. Do the foot soldiers really ever know what they are fighting for? Isn't that up to the politicians to inform us of the neccessity of why we go to war?
    It has been decided...(by you all) to give laggards time to catch up with their reading and then we will all begin our discussion of Chapters X and XI on Monday, when another generation of Buendias take up the cycle of the first.

    Traude S
    January 3, 2004 - 02:08 pm
    AOL, my ISP provider, has been capricious and disconnects me at random. I hope this message will be uninterrupted.

    Welcome back, MARYAL ! I agree with you about Amaranta. I don't think GMM is focusing on one particular central character; I believe all the protagonists must be considered individually within the narrative, and that concerns ONE family during ONE century and includes all the trials and tribulations of any family then and now, including war, as incomprehensible as any war might be. Rightnow, in our own time, we do not have peace but unsolved conflicts, so what can an individual do, anywhere on the globe ? Isn't Everyman subject to the will of his superiors ?

    I am not sure what GMM intended to convey in this novel; I for one believe that he depicted (intentionally or not) the human condition at any time under any circumstances. And war, unfortunately, is a part in any age ad infinitum (we could start a separate discussion to explore just why that is, but I think we would get nowhere).

    In the book under discussion, GMM combines myth with reality, ghosts, superstitions, allusions to the bible and more. In any of this, there is a very fine line between reality and fantasy.

    This is the ominous beginning : José Arcadio Buendía and Úrsula Iguarán are cousins . Fearing the (actual) consequences of perceived incest, Úrsula creates the chastity contraption and thus does not immediately become pregnant. Her husband's cockfighting companion, Prudencio Aguilar, challenges JA's masculinity, and José Arcadio kills him. Prudencio's ghost is to haunt them until the death of JA and is the reason why JAB and U. pack up and leave with 21 or so intrepid souls. They eventually find "a sad place" where they found Macondo, as the reader knows already.

    The second generation consists of José Arcadio, the eldest son (could we call him Jr.?), Aureliano (later the Colonel) and Amaranta. There is no legitimate offspring. Both José Arcadio (Jr.) and Aureliano have an illegitimate son by Pilar Tenera; in addition, Colonel Aureliano fathered 17 sons during the war.

    Hence it is really Pilar Ternera who propagates the family, and her role is evident to the end.

    In the third generation we have Aureliano José, son of the (eventual) Colonel, and Arcadio, son of Arcadio (Jr.)

    The reader knows that Aureliano José, beloved of Amaranta, is killed.

    Arcadio , son of JA Jr., desires Pilar Ternera, not realizing she is his mother. But Pilar does and substitutes at the last minute a virgin with the improbable name of Santa Sofía de la Piedad. Pilar pays off both the girl and her parents.

    Santa Sofía de la Piedad gives birth to a girl, not immediately named because the parents are not married, and becomes pregnant again. The reader knows that JA is executed and, before his execution, names the girl 'Remedios' and also the unborn child - except that there are twins, subsequently named Aureliano Segundo and José Arcadio Segundo (despite Ursula's misgivings about the repetition of the names and the traits they seem to carry). This then is the fourth generation of the Buendías.

    I did not mean to anticipate things yet to happen in the novel, but simply to "nail down" the family tree. Of course there are lots of other intriguing issues and details to consider, and I look forward to that.

    ALF
    January 3, 2004 - 02:36 pm
    Joan- that is brilliant. Pride! Pride! Pride is evident everywhere and within each of these characters.

    Jose, the founder due to pride slew his friend.

    Ursula, the Matriarch's pride is for her family and their welfare. (Remember she found the path from Macondo after Jose failed.)

    Jose Arcadio, the eldest son's pride was in or for his "male" member.

    Colonel Aureliano B, the younger son, is also prideful, as well as prophetic, locking himself up with the alloys. His loss of Remedios cases him to run off and become a war hero, indulging in his own self-esteem.

    etc, etc. I could continue on through this cast as each of them project Pride! Pride was the fall of the angels. Will they each fall due to their self-admiration and pridefullness?

    Traude S
    January 3, 2004 - 05:16 pm
    But all this male pride is really machismo !! And in the case of Colonel Aureliano, we have a question of machismo versus, or togoether with, heroism.

    Where does one end the other begin ? Or are they 'contiguous' ?

    Deems
    January 3, 2004 - 09:31 pm
    Traude~~Seems that pride when it is pride of masculinity (as it is in Latin American culture) is indeed machismo. One is proud simply because one is male and one's masculinity is always on the line.

    A short story from my experience teaching in Puerto Rico. The second summer I was there, my daughter came to stay for a while. I was living in a small apartment on the campus of Universidad del Sagrado Corazon (Sacred Heart) and had been observing a lovely white dog who various campus people fed the remainder of their rice and beans.

    The white dog appeared often at night and moved gracefully under the bleachers near the apartment. Turned out that she had a litter of puppies. The humane society was called to remove them because there was fear of a threat to the children on campus if they discovered the puppies. The white dog was a street dog who had made the campus her home.

    Sooooo, one afternoon the humane society people came by and I was called out of the shower by my daughter--They were taking the puppies!

    We rushed out to watch the procedure. The puppies had to be retrieved one by one because of their position under the bleachers. The thinnest of the three young men who were there crawled under and passed out one after another.

    First couple out were examined and their sex called out as they were passed down the line. Girl. Girl. And then the third pup----BOY! said the young man loudly and with a big grin on his face.

    Now THAT is machismo in action. "Girl" is simply not the excitement that "BOY" is, even in puppies.

    My daughter who had made herself part of the line, the final hands to hold the pups, kept the first one she was handed and named her "Corazon", called her "Cory." She was a good dog, now in heaven (I am convinced that all dogs go to heaven).

    Machismo= extraordinary pride in the male, even when we are talking about a street dog's pups!

    Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    January 4, 2004 - 06:25 am
    Traude, thank you so much for recapping the Aureliano/Jose Arcadio characters for us as we prepare to move into the next generations of Buendias. It is interesting to note that there are no "legitimate" offspring to carry on the Buendia line. I'm wondering if this will prove to be significant. In this chapter, we do hear Colonel Aureliano Marquez questioning whether he ought to have married Pilar...what IS it about Pilar that attracts the Buendia men - even her own son lusts after her?

    Our Meg has planned to look into the characteristics associated with the names "Aureliano" and "Jose Arcadio" - as we move into the next generation the names become more significant and yet confounded, as you will see. Clearly GGM is using the names to convey a message.

    Traude, I think the "pride" that Andy talks about refers to the female members of the cast as well as the men - Amaranta's pride then, according to the definition Maryal provides, would not be referred to as "machismo" - Maryal, did Susan bring Corazon home with her? How difficult was it to get a dog back into the country? I tried once, but failed - pup would have had to spend 6 months (or was it weeks?) in quarantine...

    Here's hoping that you are catching up (or slowing down) and will be ready for good discussion tomorrow on the Buendia twins we meet in Chapter X. Bring your questions and observations. Anne writes - "The imagery alone sends shivers up and down my spine" - will you note ONE example of the imagery that catches your eye? There is so much, are we taking it for granted? Are you wondering as I am whether the imagery just flows easily out of GGM's imagination, or does he have to work at it?

    Enjoy a super Sunday, everyone!

    Traude S
    January 4, 2004 - 10:05 am
    For your information :


    http://www.zonalatina.com/Zldata77.htm

    Traude S
    January 4, 2004 - 10:33 am
    Joan, I quite agree, the women too had their pride and, boy, didn't they need it ? Úrsula was never afraid to speak up about her huband's harebrained schemes nor at a loss for words when she scolded the grandchildren and their excesses (even when it didn't do much good).

    In one of the assigned chapters we'll read more about Amaranta, who emerges IMHO as a thoroughly unpleasant person, self-centered and vengeful with no redeeming virtue I can see.

    Young Aureliano was not knowledgeable about politics, so his father-in-law gave him a schematic lesson on what the Liberals and the Conservatives stood for, respectively (pg. 107); it is tinged with irony. We might compare that definition with the (distorted) "credo" of the fellow in the war who told Aureliano José that it WAS ok to marry one's aunt - whereupon AJ promptly deserted.

    The attitude of male superiority is not restricted, of course, to Latin America, nor is it always defined as 'machismo'; after all there is also 'chauvinism', and it continues to exist in many places on the planet.

    Deems
    January 4, 2004 - 12:20 pm
    Traude~~Thanks for reminding us that male authority and control is certainly not limited to Latin America. Unfortunately. But things are getting better. It is so good to have you back with us. I hope that your strength is slowly returning. It certainly takes a while.

    Joan~~I thought there might be problems trying to "import" Cory, but there were none. Susan got a small container for her at a pet store and carried her on her lap on the plane. Pup still had to be fed with an eyedropper about every hour. I think all the restrictions have to do with trying to bring in fruit--or any kind of produce. You can take a puppy on a plane, a street pup no less, but don't try to take an orange or a coconut.

    georgehd
    January 4, 2004 - 03:20 pm
    Well, I am back after a three week period of solitude with regard to this book. Unfortunately I am still on chapter 9 (last few pages) but should catch up to the group this week. I am finding certain sentences absolutely marvelous but note that members of the group have already referred to them. This is an author who hates war. He is also an author who captures the inability of people to relate to one another, and therefore they live in solitude.

    Traude S
    January 4, 2004 - 06:35 pm
    Well said, GEORGED. Welcome back !

    Joan Pearson
    January 5, 2004 - 06:54 am
    Traude, a most interesting article on "machismo"...is there a message there concerning the Latin belief that "a woman's place is in the home" ...and the fact that none of the mothers of Jose Arcadio and Colonel Aureliano Buendia's children ever did occupy that position?

    George(welcome back, George!) - writes that GGM is an author who "captures the inability of people to relate to one another"... We see that inability in all three of Jose Arcadio Buendias' and Ursula's children, don't we? Is this a curse of sorts for their parents' refusal to recognize what was considered to be a law of nature by marrying a first cousin? Did JAB recognize that there might be some genetic problems (pigs' tails or otherwise) or did he regard it as superstition? He had an exuberant approach to life, which I associate with the Latin temperament. GGM seems to be anti-organized religion - everyone seems to do better, live happier lives without it. (Does the the sentiment against intermarriage within families come from Church teaching in this story, do you think?)

    At last in chapter XI, GGM addresses the characteristics associated with the names and seems to be having a bit of fun with Arcadio's twins' names while he's it. If you have the time, will you select an example of GGM's imagery from this chapter. Perhaps we get so involved in our attempt to follow the plot line (!) we overlook what it is that makes this work stand apart from all others. Let's regard the second half of the book as our "treat for 2004"- we've the background prep work in 2003. HAPPY 2004, everyone!

    georgehd
    January 5, 2004 - 07:44 am
    In chapter 10, the discussion of the twins would seem to indicate that human identity does not matter; and on the very next page, when describing the locked room, it would seem that time also does not matter. We are left with the realization that history repeats itself and that humans have made little progress in the last few thousand years.

    I also found it amusing that Jose assists at the church while at the same time takes up cock fighting. (Occupations repudiated by the Liberals!!!). Then Ursala comments that roosters "have already brought too much bitterness to this house". Is this a comment about cock fighting, males in general, or the church? GGM seems to be putting women on a higher plane while at the same time reducing the male human. Agressiveness seems to be a major male characteristic, which I believe GGM is also applying to the church.

    A wonderful phrase -"the inconceivable patience of disillusionment."

    Deems
    January 5, 2004 - 12:07 pm
    Welcome back, George. You stole the phrase that I was going to use, so I will simply repeat it. Col. Aureliano has returned to his workshop where he makes the little gold fishes. . . "[Aureliano Segundo] spent many hours in the hot room watching how the hard sheets of metal, worked by the colonel with the inconceivable patience of disillusionment were slowly becoming converted into golden scales." (207 in the pb)

    That phrase jumped off the page for me as well.

    Since we are beginning our adventure into chapter ten, I'd like to point out what I think is important about point of view in this novel.

    We have various points of view of the characters and then we have another point of view delivered by the narrator. For example, Ursula thinks that it has produced bad luck to repeat the names Jose Arcadio and Aureliano through generations. She thinks that these men have all been led to bad women, cockfighting, war and other bad undertakings.

    However, about three pages later, the narrator tells us that Aureliano Segundo has a joie de vivre and an "irresitible good humor" that his grandfathers did not have. Ursula finds his lifestyle abhorrent. He lives with his concubine, Petra Cotes, and his animals have an extraordinary fecundity. It is extremely unusual for a cow to have two calves and three is beyond all belief. All he has to do to get the animals to reproduce is to take Petra for a ride across the fields.

    Another example--It is apparent that Aureliano Segundo is crazy about Petra who has "a generous heart and a large capacity for love."

    But his twin brother, Jose Arcadio Segundo, who originally unknowingly shared Petra with his brother found Petra an ordinary woman "completely lacking in any resources for lovemaking."

    These two brothers are evaluating the same woman. Aureliano Segundo simply wants to live with Petra always and to die over her, under her, or in some other position with her. Jose Arcadio thinks of her as just another woman, nothing special at all.

    Isn't this how we all are? I think of all the couples I have known and wondered what she ever saw in him or what he ever saw in her.

    And then we have the narrator's point of view which seems to lean more toward Aureliano Segundo's opinion since he spends a good deal of time telling of the multiplication of animals and how it seems to be linked to Petra's sexuality.

    Isn't it interesting that Petra doesn't have any children?

    I also love the twins playing "confuse the outsiders" when they are children by changing clothes and identity bracelets at school. Identical twins do this kind of thing sometimes, and I always thought it would be so much fun, sort of like how kids change places from the seating chart when a substitute teacher comes. Ursula thinks that somehow the twins might have gotten confused themselves as to who was who, but I think that is unlikely.

    ~Maryal

    Jo Meander
    January 5, 2004 - 12:44 pm
    Lurking and "falling behind" in posts has its advantages: I get to learn from all of you!


    Traude, I appreciate the links (quite a few posts back!), which are working for me. It's easy to connect the agonizing, drawn-out conflicts in South America with GGM's story line. The historical reality certainly influenced his thinking and manner of presenting the tale.
    I also agree with Maryal about the family in one century being more important than individual characters. They are all protagonists, in a sense, but the real protagonist is the human race with all its frailties, pride included, maybe pride especially. When TRAUDE summarized events in reference to the generations, she reminded us of JAB’s pride when he killed Prudencio. It was after this event that the whole group went with JAB in search of a new home. I thought of Cain’s murder of Abel, caused by Cain’s envy of the way God accepted Abel’s offerings and rejected his own (pride!), and how the whole human race has been wandering and searching, if not literally, at least figuratively, for answers and for peace. The Buendias may well be all of us, still struggling to end the quest.
    But if we didn’t have the pride and imperfections represented in the Buenida family, we wouldn’t be who we are. I guess that there would be no war between groups, but would we have to be some other species in some other world?


    I've read 10 twice and most of 11, so hope to be more up to date in comments the next time I post!

    Deems
    January 5, 2004 - 02:05 pm
    The holidays must be wrapped up for another year (thank heavens), and now we have George back and here comes JO.

    Before we know it, Meg will roll in and maybe Andy too.

    There's a wonderful section about Remedios the Beauty in chap. 10. I think I would love to have been known as "Remedios the Beauty." Her name helps us to distinguish her from the original Remedios, wife of Aureliano, half-child who died young. When you think about it, Marquez does a remarkable job of distinguishing all these men who have the same names. He will either give a last name (as in all those 17 Aurelianos) or some kind of epilet to distinguish them. He plays fair by not deliberately confusing the reader.

    There are also different points of view expressed on Remedios the Beauty. Did you notice how the other characters thought of her? They don't agree at all.

    ~Maryal

    Traude S
    January 5, 2004 - 06:21 pm
    JO, yes indeed. There are biblical allusions and allusions to the Jewish Diaspora. I believe the novel is a saga for Everyman (which reminds me of the medieval drama Jedermann , famously reworked by the Austrian poet Hugo von Hofmannsthal 1874-1929. To this day there is an annual open air reenactment in the town of Salzburg.)

    JOAN, it does seem that the Aurelianos and the José Arcadios differ in temperament (pg. 197) : "the Aurelianos were withdrawn, but with lucid minds, the José Arcadios were impulsive and enterprising ..."

    As for the twins, the A. & A. J. Segundos, they decided to switch identities one fine day, confounding even their own mother. They alone knew who was really who. On the basis of what GMM tells us about their respective lives and proclivities, I have to wonder ...



    I can't see any similarity between the warm-hearted, practical, always keen-to-understand, eager-to-seek-harmony Úrsula on the one hand and Fernanda on the other. Fernanda is so rigid as to be inflexible and has several obsessions (with property, class, her repressed self, and most of all religion).

    No one understands Remedios the Beauty because she has no interest in the physical, practical side of life, no knowledge of physical urges and how they are satisfied (let alone if satisfaction is obtained by means other than human intercourse). "The boy (José Arcadio Segundo) became so taken with those nocturnal raids that it was a long time before he was seen at Catarino's." (pg.203) We knew all along, of co urse, what sort of a 'store' Catarino's is.

    While the twins are simultaneously linked with Petra Cotes (she is the third strong female character in the Buendía clan) , they both come down with a STD from which they cure themselves with permanganate. In his new autobiographical book GMM confides that he himself was "a veteran of two bouts of gonorrhea".

    Úrsula's fear of a baby born with a pig's tail may be superstition, but she had a cousin from an incestuous marriage who was in fact born with a pig's tail and wore wide pants to hide it, until a friendly butcher, trying to do him favor, cut it off with a machete, whereupon the cousin promptly bled to death.

    Jo Meander
    January 5, 2004 - 10:58 pm
    See, you can't mess with Mother Nature! He should have kept the tail!



    Didn't Petra Cotes complain that Jose Arcadio Segundo gave the STD to her, and then Aureliano got it from her? That's a weird kind of incest!



    The Aurelianos seem to tbe the quiet and meditative ones, the Jose Acardios more outgoing and expansive, although I see an overlap and a trading off of these characteristics at times. GGM says the twins were hard to classify in childhood, because both were "so much alike and so mischievous...that not even Santa Sofia de la Piedad could tell them apart."
    In chapter 11, he says that Petra Cotes lured Aurliano our of his out of his solitary meditation and cteated an"an opposite character in him, one that was vital, expansive, open, and she had injected him with a joy for living and a pleasure in spending and celebrating...."
    The Colonel was certainly more expansive and aggressive after Remedios died and he went to war, but he returns to his meditative, solitary pursuits of making the delicate gold fish in his old age. GGM says it wasn't the business that intrigued him; it was the work itself. It seems to me that individuals who are able to lose themselves in some solitary activity are inclined toward solitude and dreamy reflection.

    Joan Pearson
    January 6, 2004 - 06:50 am
    So many good observations posted yesterday...I think we are getting a good idea of the characteristics associated with those two popular Buendia names.
    Aureliano - Quiet, meditative (Jo,) withdrawn, lucid mind (Traudee,) Liberal - (George)
    Jose Arcadio - outgoing, expansive (Jo,) impulsive, enterprising (Traudee,) Conservative (George)

    Did you pause at all at the opening lines of Chapter X? It changed my whole outlook on the seemingly predetermined characteristics associated with these two names.
    "Years later on his deathbed Aureliano Segundo would remember the rainy afternoon in June when he went into the bedroom to meet his first son. Even though the child was languid and weepy, with no mark of a Buendia, he did not have to think twice about naming him. 'We'll call him Jose Arcadio.'"
    When I read those lines, I got to thinking about how the names were chosen at birth? Which name was affixed to which twin? Was it physical appearance? "The twin with the name Aureliano Segundo grew to monumental size like his grandfather (Arcadio) and the one who kept the name of Jose Arcadio grew to be bony like the colonel (Aureliano). We know, or think we know that the twins switched identities in their childhood - "Ursula still wondered if they themselves might not have made a mistake in some moment of their intricate game of confusion and had become changed forever." It appears that the larger baby had been named "Jose Arcadio" and the bony one, "Aureliano", before they switched identities. So what was it that caused Aureliano Segundo to look at his languid, weepy first-born and name him Jose Arcadio?

    Maryal, that is a most helpful observation on the various points of view...from the narrator (GGM) and from his characters - not always the same, are they? With the superstitions connected with the names, GGM seems to be smiling as he points out they are unfounded, while his characters really believe them. Ursula was scared to death that her offspring would suffer a defect because she had violated some law by marrying her first cousin. She also believes that the names are bad luck too. Wants the practice stopped. When Aureliano Segundo goes ahead and names his first born Jose Arcadio anyway, Ursula announces that she will raise the child herself.

    When I read that, a light went on! Ursula believed that the names represented defects in character..."When Ursula realized that Jose Segundo was a cockfight man and Aureliano Segundo played accordion at his concubine's noisy parties, it was as if the defects of the family and none of the virtues had been concentrated in each." In spite of her belief that the names were bad omens, she believed that her nurturing could overcome nature. Natural tendencies can be redirected. Did you get that impression? And look at young Aureliano Segundo - he is drawn to Melquiade's old lab (miraculously clean after so many years, embers still glowing where he had burned mercury...) There is a reason for this episode, his meeting with Melquiades. What is it? But wait! Aureliano Segundo abruptly leaves the lab to follow after Petra Cotes, never to return to contemplate the message. It will have to wait for another Buendia to decipher.

    Here comes my moment of realization. We are each born with different sides to our personalities - as each of the twins. It is our environment that determines our outlook on life, our response to others. Oh I wish I had more time to explain what was so clear to me earlier. It was the first line of the chapter, when Aureliano Segundo looked down at his flaccid, weepy son and determined that regardless of his appearance, he'd give him the name associated with the robust Jose Arcadio. Now that the sun is coming up, I'm remembering that GGM has also associated that name with tragedy...

    I do think that we each harbor within the tendancy to withdraw, but also the strength to reach out. We have free will and are not bound by inherited traits, no matter how predominant they may have been in preceding generations...Jo, I believe that Mother Nature has a soft heart - her children know this and can change her mind at will.

    It's in this chapter that we come to everyone's favorite quote - "...the secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude." I'd be willing to bet that we each have our own translation of this statement. Can't wait to hear yours. To me, it's saying that we have a say in the matter.

    georgehd
    January 6, 2004 - 08:35 am
    Joan, I found your last post most interesting and will have to dwell on the thoughts that it contains. I am pushing along into chapter 12; I am finding it better for me to keep reading this book so that I get into a flow with the author. I may not understand all that he is saying but I believe that I am getting a better sense of the overall novel. The coming of modernity to the city opens up all kinds of pushes and pulls on this family who remain isolated in their solitude. I do not really care what name is used for what character as I do not think it makes any difference. After writing that last sentence, I change my mind. I think that the women's names are distinctive; the men's names mean nothing. The exact reverse of history.

    Deems
    January 6, 2004 - 09:08 am
    George~I hadn't noticed that since the men's names keep reappearing and in a sense are interchangable (just like the Seugundo twins), it is only the women's names that are individual. And this is certainly the reverse of how it has been in history.

    It seems to me that Joan has a really good point about the ability to overcome a predisposition. We know that Aureliano Segundo started out as another contemplative, withdrawn, solitary man, but along comes Petra Cotes who transforms him into an outgoing, happy, and extrememly successful man. So names are not the determinate that Ursula believes they are. I love her decision to raise Jose Arcadio to be POPE! What an undertaking. She is already an old woman, but she thinks she can keep him away from impossible pursuits, bad women, cockfighting and accordion playing.

    Don't you all love that Petra's almost magical influence over the ability of animals to breed started with RABBITS? When Aureliano Segundo awakes one morning to find the courtyard full of rabbits and Petra laughing announces that those are only the ones born last night, he suggests that she try cows. She does, and presto, they are in the cattle business with cows bearing triplets.

    ~Maryal

    Scrawler
    January 6, 2004 - 02:21 pm
    "Ursula, on the other hand, could not conceal a vague feeling of doubt. Throughout the long history of the family the insistent repetition of names had made her draw some conclusions that seemed to be certain. While the Aurelianos were withdrawn, but with lucid minds, the Jose Arcadios were impulsive and enterprising, but they were marked with a tragic sign. The only cases that were immpossible to classify were those of Jose Arcadio Segundo and Aureliano Secundo. They were so much alike and so mischievous during childhood that not even Santa Sofia de la Piedad could tell them apart."

    "The one who came out of the game of confusion with the name of Aureliano Segundo grew to monumental size like his grandfathers, and the one who kept the name of Jose Aracadio Segundo grew to be bony like the colonel, and the only thing they had in common was the family's solitary air."

    "Perhaps it was that crossing of stature, names and character that made Ursula suspect that they had been shuffled like a deck of cards since childhood."

    I love the phrase "shuffled like a deck of cards". Isn't that true of most children. When we look closely at our children, don't we see ourselves in them as well as our ancestors? Can't we see it in their physical stature, the way they behave and their disposition? Therefore, it certainly didn't surprise me to see the same characteristics in the "twins".

    "The letters looked like clothes hung out to dry on a line and they looked more like musical than writing." - What wonderful imagery!

    Oh, I suspect that a new cycle is beginning to repeat itself with Aureliano Segundo's marriage to Fernanda? I'm not sure that she is like Ursula. To me Ursula seems more down to earth and I feel she is living in the present, while Fernanda is living in her past. She is trying to make her home with Aureliano Segundo similar to the one she left. I suppose that in a sense when we marry we do bring knowledge that we learned from our parents' home into our husband's house.

    Traude S
    January 6, 2004 - 05:57 pm
  • But can we be SURE the one called Aureliano José Segundo isn't really José Arcadio Segundo ? Is GMM ambiguous, or deliberately teasing the reader ?

  • Úrsula "decided that no one again would be called Aureliano or José Arcadio . Yet when Aureliano Segundo had his first son she did not dare go against his will. (pg. 205)

    "All right," Úrsula said, "but on one condition : I will bring him up."

    "Although she was already a hundred years old and on the point of going blind from cataracts, she still had her physical dynamism ..." (pg 205).

    Yes SCRAWLER, that manuscript by Melchíades is written in Sanskrit and has not been deciphered as yet. There are hints that it is the story of the Buendía family; so we'll have to wait.

    GEORGED, I can understand - I too took the plunge and read the book straight through. GMM is surprising to the very end.

    We are beginning to see the passage of time and the dramatic changes in the town of Macondo "swamped in a miraculous prosperity". (pg 209) And how about José Arcadio Segundo's "mad dream" of establishing a "boat line" ? (pg. 210)

    Have you wondered about the sudden end of the carnival celebration when the delicate balance was broken and rifle shots rang out ? (pg. 217) The instigators apparently arrived as the retenue of Fernanda, the rival Carnival queen, the dazzling creature with a crown of emeralds and an ermine cape. A hint is given in chapter XI on pg. 223.
  • Deems
    January 6, 2004 - 09:12 pm
    Traude--I'm glad you brought up the manuscripts because there appears to be an error in translation here. Apparently the sentence that reads that no one will be able to translate the papers until he is a hundred years old should be that the manuscripts cannot be translated until they are one hundred years old. I have an article that explains what went wrong and I will find it and provide the author's name and some quotes tomorrow.

    It seems to me to be an important sentence to get right since it will figure later in the novel. Plus it is the sentence from which Marquez takes his title, so it is doubly important.

    ~Maryal

    georgehd
    January 7, 2004 - 07:16 am
    Post 201 -Maryal, could you give a page reference for the manuscript quote. I missed it. Thanks.

    Do you think that GMM did not number his chapters purposely? Does the order of events make too much difference? I realize that the war starts, the war stops, the banana farm starts, the train comes. These happenings do occur in a certain order. But for the most part, does it matter where we delve into this book?

    Joan Pearson
    January 7, 2004 - 07:48 am
    George - I understand your decision to read on to maintain the flow - but sincerely hope that you will stay in touch with us as you move ahead - and share with us some of the things you didn't understand. It really does help all of us when you focus on certain aspects. You make a good point..."The coming of modernity to the city opens up all kinds of pushes and pulls on this family who remain isolated in their solitude." Macondo seems to go through periods of isolation, unburdened by the chaos and influence of the outside world (are the residents happier in this state?)...and then the excitement when new inventions and practices come to town...followed by disillusionment and then another retreat into solitude. They seem to have no memory of the past from one generation to the next, do they? Isn't this really a story about the town, about civilization? Do we ever learn from the past? The Buendia family is important because in each case they seem to be responsible for ushering in the outside influences.

    Maryal...you noted that the women's names are "individual"...there aren't too many females born into this family, are there? Amaranta is not reproducing - the two little girls are both named "Remedios"...there's a repetion. They were almost named "Amaranta" - and "Ursula"...who knows, by the time we move into future generations, we may see another little Ursula or two! I'm still thinking about your observation that Petra, the goddess of fertility, is NOT reproducing either! Why she is not and Fernanda, in spite of her restrictive calendar days drawn up by her spiritual director, was it? - is bearing Aureliano Segundo's heirs. This is a departure from the second generation - Pilar bears the children, while JA's wife, Rebeca and Aureliano's Remedios do not. History is NOT repeating itself EXACTLY in this cycle - Anne's point - that Fernanda is not like Ursula in that she is living in her past, Ursula is more down to earth, living in the present underlines this. The generations are not repeating the same mistakes of the past, but the cycles are the same. I see Ursula as representing naturalism...more Liberal, while Fernanda represents the Conservatives...and the high church, organized religion and reverance for the past (monarchy). Anne also noted that the Jose Arcadios are "marked by tragedy"...so what will the future hold for Fernanda's young Jose Arcadio, the would-be-pope?

    I find myself wondering about the Buendia household during this period. Traude notes the delicate political balance in Macondo ...and the disruptive gunfire ushering Fernada into town for the Carnival. Fernanda seems to have ursurped control of the Buendia family with her marriage to Aureliano Segundo and I wonder why. Was it because he is the productive man of the house, the breadwinner? And he is willing to bow to his wife's wishes at home so that he is free for Petra's parties? As far as I can tell, the present occupants are...the aging Ursula, Amaranta, Santa Sofia, Colonel Aureliano Buendia, Sofia's son Aureliano Segundo and his family. Where is his twin - Jose Arcadio Segundo? Oh, and not to forget the nubile Remedios the Beauty! Two queens under the same roof!

    Coffee break - right back...want to comment further on your posts regarding Melquiades' papers...

    Traude S
    January 7, 2004 - 08:10 am
    JOAN, could that be sanscrit in # 404 ?

    Traude S
    January 7, 2004 - 08:16 am
    Here is a short overview of the phenomenon of cock fighting :


    http://www.bcspca.com/Factsheets/factsheet_cockfighting.htm

    Joan Pearson
    January 7, 2004 - 10:00 am

    Yes, that IS Sanskrit, Traudee. I wanted to see what it looked like after reading GGM's description that Anne brought to our attention..."The letters looked like clothes hung out to dry on a line and they looked more like musical than writing."

    A. Segundo finds his way into the "lab" just as his granfather did long ago, but like his grandfather, his attention wanes. The spirit of Melquiades joins him daily for inspiriation. (magical realism) Was it the message that he would be unable to decipher the meaning until 100 years had passed? Is that why he was ready to go out and live it up - live life with Petra Cotes? Life is too short to spend in solitude?

    Maryal, that IS a big difference in the message, lost in the translation. Am looking forward to your information. So, the correct translation indicates that the meaning in Melquiades' writing will not be understood until 100 years AFTER he wrote it? How long ago was that? Can anyone do the math? Isn't Ursula pushing 100 now? How old was she when Melquiades lived with them? Correct me, but didn't his writing deal with the predictions of Nostradamusm, who predicted when the world was to end, didn't he? Will the cycle we have been witnessing be finally broken is Macondo about to self destruct? I think this chapter...ten is an important one for several reasons. The "100 years" of the title, as Maryal has noted, and also the meaning of solitude and Col. Aureliano's conclusions about the secret of a good old age being a "pact with solitude." I really WANT to know what that statement means to YOU!

    George, an interesting question regarding the lack of chapter numbers...is that something GGM decided to do to emphasize the fact that the order doesn't matter, - or does he leave them off in other works? Does anyone have a copy of Love in the Time of Cholera handy? Will you check for chapter numbers?

    ps. Traudee, I deleted my post #404 when I got back here, just in case you are wondering what happened to it. I was interested in reading what you found about cockfighting - still still popular today in parts of Asia and Latin America. I have have been wondering why gambling and the gore of the bloody "sport" is associated in this story with the approved of the Church. I notice that the Church is not one of the organizations opposed to the "bloodsport." You don't suppose it's something like Bingo, do you?

    Traude S
    January 7, 2004 - 03:14 pm
    JOAN, thank you for providing the visual sample of Sanskrit, so vividly described by GMM. His power of observation and his expressiveness are simply magnificent.

    Re Love in Time of Cholera : There are no chapter numbers in the Spanish original titled El amor en los tiempos del cólera either. _________



    Unlike Bingo, cockfighting is not an innocuous game, nor is it, I believe, officially sanctioned by the Catholic Church, and unlike Bingo it certainly is not played in church halls.

    But the church seems even now to close its eyes to this gruesome "sport", which is still widely practiced in the Philippines. One of the blue links on the left within the link in # 405 offers a series of pictures and captions, which are very telling (as well as disgusting, to me, especially the grinning face of "A Winner" at the end).

    Another blue link on the left within the link in # 405 shows the history of cockfighting in Britain (!). _____



    Úrsula was 100 years old when Aureliano Segundo's son was born; I gave the page number in an earlier post.

    JOAN, it is difficult, if not impossible, to pin down GMM regarding specific decades or years, even known periods of time. We get the casual mention of Sir Francis Drake and the Duke of Marlborough. GMM is (clearly) all-inclusive and perhaps purposely vague.

    There are circumstances in chapters X and XI we might scrutinize further. For example, who was the well-dressed military officer who came to see Fernanda's father and closeted himself with him, resulting in Fernanda's sudden journey to another region in the country ? Who paid for the luxurious clothes, the emeralds and the ermine cape ? For what purpose?

    The appearance of Fernanda in Macondo as rival carnival queen with a costumed retinue was a provocation in itself (after all, Remedios the Beauty was the carnival queen and Aureliano Segundo a major organizer), but was it not also a politically motivated, deliberately-engineered challenge to Macondo and ultimately the Buendías ? I tend to believe that it was a conspiracy pure and simple, even if Fernanda herself had most likely no idea.

    Joan Pearson
    January 8, 2004 - 07:09 am
    Well, Traudee, I'm all for looking more closely at Fernanda's entrance into Macondo. We're told that a scarred military officer approached her father about bringing her to Madagascar as part of the Carnival celebration - a counter-queen to the Buendia family's own Remedios the Beauty. What has been puzzling me...the Madagascar connection. Why "queen of Madagascar" here in Macondo? Madagascar is 6000 miles away!

    I think I found the answer while searching for the whereabouts of the other twin - for some reason I'm finding Jose Arcadio Segundo even more difficult to understand than his brother. I found him...living with his grandmother, Pilar, not with his mother in the Buendia household. A loner, so much like an Aureliano, isn't he? Except for his "affair" with Petra Cotes, we are told he has never known a woman. Makes his living with the cockfighting enterprise...until the idea of bringing a boat to Macondo consumes his imagination. He works at it, doggedly moving rock and river until he succeeds - ONCE. But once is enough to bring monumental change to Macondo! He makes this one triumphant entry with a boatload of splendid French maidens, "gold serpents on their arms, diamonds in their teeth." We are also told that Jose Segundo brings with him "the promoters of the bloody Carnival." Do the ladies sound more like Africans with the diamonds in their teeth?...from the French colony of Madagascar perhaps? Ursula is beside herself - "It's as if time had turned around and we are back at the beginning!"

    Perhaps it is not Fernanda's influence that begins the cycle after all, but rather the introduction of these different outside influences into Macondo. Two notes regarding Carnival in Madagascar - it IS Church-related, celebrated the eve of Ash Wednesday. It is also a favorite time for insurrection and revolt as so many people are in costume, in disguise in the streets at one time. What better time for a coup in Macondo! Is Fernanda a wooden horse? (I agree with you, Traudee, I don't believe that Fernanda knows she is being used in this way either. I think she really believes that she is about to be named "queen" - the role she has been preparing for her whole life.) Who rules in Macondo at this time, the Liberals or the Conservatives? Why would the army be looking for a coup? Or is this a Conservative attempt to bring down the Buendia family. Is CAB still a worrisome factor to them even if he has confined himself in an attempt to keep his pact with solitude?

    ps. Ash Wednesday...the day the 17 Aurelianos are marked with the indelible cross for life. Is there a connection between these marks and the Carnival coup?

    Deems
    January 8, 2004 - 01:10 pm
    George--In Chapter 10, the quote is on the bottom of 200 and the top of 201.

    From then on, they saw each other almost every afternoon. melquiades talked to him about the world, tried to infuse him with his old wisdom, but he refused to/ translate the manuscripts. "no one must know their meaning until he has reached one hundred years of age," he explained. Aureliano (Segundo) kept those meetings secret forever.

    I'm going to look for the article again. It is on the 'other' laptop, the one I have from work. Keyboard on that computer broke yesterday. AAArrrrrgh! The semester started today.

    Jo Meander
    January 8, 2004 - 01:39 pm
    A couple of chapters back GGM says that Col. Aureliano's only deep sense of connection is with his brother, the late Jose Arcadio, and that is because of their complicity in childhood. Is this fraternal closeness echoed in Aureliano's desire to name his child Jose Arcadio, his twin brother's, his uncle's, his great -grandfather’s name? Is this brotherly connection a characteristic of the men in the family? No matter what happened in the past to fathers and uncle, Aureliano believes his son should carry the same name.

    It’s worth noting that the agent who introduces the “wooden Horse” to Macondo is a military officer, scarred in some past battle. Every change brings conflict. I agree that the most important thing about the various events is that they introduce the outside world, and inevitable conflict that comes with that introduction to what was once such a simple, isolated environment. Also worth mentioning, maybe: The conspiracy is not one-sided. Macondo really didn’t want to remain isolated. All the events and personalities have an element of reaching out, searching for some new understandings and connections. Whether the local change agent is a day-dreaming reclusive or a fearless, aggressive extrovert, the tradition of change and development began long before the arrival of Fernanda and the military officer and the bedizened women who come to the Ash Wednesday carnival. They continue the tradition, for good or evil, or both.
    I’ve lost track, at this point, of who’s in charge, Liberals or Conservatives! The history link that Traude provided suggests that it was an ongoing struggle. I’ll bet that many South Americans frequently lost track themselves!
    Joan do you think that with the indelible crosses on the Aurelianos GGM may be implying the ongoing influence of Christianity, even in the midst of horrible conflict and behaviors that the Church would call SIN? I'm always fascinated by the coexistence of Catholicism and voodoo in Brazil, and,I suspect,other SA countries.

    Deems
    January 8, 2004 - 02:24 pm
    Two paragraphs on translation of the important phrase "One hundred years of solitude" that occur in Chester A. Halka's brief article, "One Hundred Years of Solitude: Two Additional Translation Corrections" which appears in the Journal of Modern Literature for Fall 2001.

    After praising Rabassa's translation, Halka mentions a list of translation corrections published in 1984. It is this list he is adding to.

    The more significant of the two involves a reference to the title phrase of the novel, and it is an error that has been carried over into at least two articles that deal with the theme of translation in the work. When Aureliano Segundo, at age twelve, becomes interested in the literature in Melquíades' room, he tries to decipher the manuscripts left by the gypsy. We are told that "Melquíades talked to him about the world, tried to infuse him with his old wisdom, but he refused to translate the manuscripts. 'No one must know their meaning until he has reached one hundred years of age,' he explained." In the Spanish, however, it is clear that it is the manuscripts, and not the translator, that must reach one hundred years of age before they can be deciphered. The same quotation in the Spanish original reads: "Melquíades le hablaba del mundo, trataba de infundirle su vieja sabiduría, pero se negó a traducir los manuscritos. 'Nadie debe conocer su sentido mientras no hayan cumplido cien años,' explicó." The plural verb "hayan" can refer only to manuscritos, which is plural, and not to nadie, which is singular (and is, therefore, in proper agreement with its third person, singular verb, "debe").

    This difference is significant, for it shows that García Márquez was being neither inconsistent nor willfully non-literal in this reference to the title phrase of the novel. Readers realize that Aureliano Babilonia, the character who eventually deciphers Melquíades' manuscripts in the celebrated ending of the novel, is a young man. As he is clearly not one hundred years old, readers of the English version of the text are left to resolve what appears to be a contradiction in the narrative, at least at the literal level. The fact that Aureliano Babilonia is physically identical to Colonel Aureliano Buendía before he went to war, coupled with the fact that there is so much repetition among characters in the novel, could lead to an interpretation that the young Aureliano Babilonia is, indeed, as old as the family; other logical, non-literal interpretations could also be offered. Such interpretative efforts--however pleasurable and rewarding they might be--are not necessary, though. As the original Spanish makes clear, it is not the successful decipherer, Aureliano Babilonia, but rather the manuscripts that he deciphers that must "reach one hundred years of age." And while establishing an exact chronology in the narrative may be difficult, it is plausible to say that the manuscripts have reached one hundred years of age when they are deciphered, while it is patently contradictory to suggest, as the English translation does, that Aureliano Babilonia is a centenarian.
    [My emphasis].

    I don't speak Spanish, but I understand the argument about verb and subject agreeing. The error in translation seems to occur because the Rabassa missed this.

    ~Maryal

    Lou2
    January 8, 2004 - 04:28 pm
    "...a [book] discussion...is like a pot luck dinner. Bring whatever you have to the table. Don’t come empty-handed and expect to eat for free. Together, we make a feast!" -- Author Wally Lamb in Couldn't Keep it to Myself


    When I read this in the Wally Lamb discussion I immediately applied it to myself with reguards to this discussion!!! Thanks you all for the wonderful feast you have provided for me!!! I have been reading and enjoying all along... and at the same time, feeling so in awe of you all and your work on this book and so completely ignorant about this book!! With Joan's email today, I re-read chapter 10, once again I could only shake my head.

    BUT, I can share a little with you all. My dad loved fighting cocks... raised them, fought them... it's not illegal to raise them, but in most states it is illegal to fight them. He loved the sight of these birds, and they are beautiful. We bought one here in NC for him and transported it to Oklahoma in our car, in a cage... When we stopped for the night, we took the cage into the motel with us... and each time one of the kids got up in the night and turned on the light, here was this buddy crowing!!! We beat it out of there at first light!! Daddy died a few years ago, but we still have his fence and "houses" in the back yard... Each cock had to be seperated by enough room so that they couldn't reach each other, or they would fight to the death in the back yard. Daddy made "spurs" to go on their own spurs. I never went to a fight with him, but my sister did so she could write about it... she says it was quite an adventure. There are several breeds of chickens that are used for fighting, to include the only one I can name... aceheel. Not sure that's the correct spelling, but the name is correct. There are magazines/journals today that cover this "hobby" or whatever it is!! We have quite a collection...

    Lou

    Traude S
    January 8, 2004 - 07:39 pm
    LOU, thank you for sharing your family experience with us. That's what makes our discussions personal.

    JOAN, regarding question # 4 : I think that phrase (the secret of a good old age being a pact with solitude) is brilliantly put.

    Faithr
    January 8, 2004 - 08:12 pm
    Regarding your latest missive Joan, I didnt refrain from posting because I hate the book but I went to buy a copy and leafing through it I discovered I did not want to read it so left it on the shelf. I have come in now and then to this discussion and read some posts. This confirmed my feeling that I would be bored by this particular book. I have no reason I can give other than I did not find it enticing enough to buy it or to read more than the few lines I didI read .I have little time to spend reading right now and I really have to like something, or really have to have the information the matter contains, to read it. Faith

    Surely Shirley
    January 9, 2004 - 04:06 am
    I didn't quit the book or the board, but have been mainly lurking as I seldom have much to add.

    The book was not one that I enjoyed. I had problems keeping track of all of the characters even with the helpful family tree that I kept notes on. The mix of fantasy with the supposed family history was confusing. My memory is not the best and I often forget what I had read.

    I finished the book and am now enjoying the posts more than the book. The end of the book, however, made the decision to complete it worthwhile and helped bring things together for the book. The discussions enhance my reading of it and help enlighten parts of the book for me.

    I didn't have many notes on chapter 10, but remember well the Ash Wednesday "the day the 17 Aurelianos are marked with the indelible cross for life". In addition to reminding me of a tradition in several churches to mark members with the sign of the cross on Ash Wednesday, but also of God's marking of Cain after he killed Abel.

    ALF
    January 9, 2004 - 05:22 am
    I'm also lurking. I'm into Chapter XII and ahead of the game. I had to skip the repast for the pot luck dinner on Chapters X-XI to reorganize and recuperate. I promise to resume my readings and postings when we move on to the next "dinner".

    Joan Pearson
    January 9, 2004 - 07:32 am
    It snowed overnight...not much, but enough to spread a white carpet over winter gray. This is such a bleak season, as folks take down the holiday decorations and lights and leave nothing in their place. This year, the holidays barrelled through at such a pace, I never got the lights out on the azaleas. Two days ago, I decided to put them out anyway. A schoolboy dragging his backpack (on wheels!) home from school gave me a thumbs-up. That alone made me feel it was worth my eccentricity. Today the lights sparkle happily in the snow-covered bushes. Glad I put them out!

    Your posts twinkle merrily this morning too! Need to take the red dog out for her walk - she loves the snow - but cannot wait to get back here to consider all of your provoking comments.

    Faith, it's always good to hear from you! You add a sense of fun and adventure! I can understand what you are saying about time being precious. At the half way mark, I can't say that the book bores me...but as Surely says, the mix of fantasy and history requires a suspension of reality and surrender to the writing. Glad to read that you felt it was rewarding to finish, Surely.

    I'm wondering how you feel about the suggestion to read James Joyce's Ulysses in the spring...it is the 100th anniversary since it was publshed. Like Marquez's solitude, it is considered to be one of the most outstanding, if not THE BOOK of the 20th century. Don't you wonder who reads these books if the average reader finds them so challenging? Yet they continue to appear at the top of every list of favorites through the years. They withstand the test of time. Have you read Marquez' Love in the Time of Cholera? I loved it! It had the magical writing AND it was accessible too. Yet it is Solitude that gets the distinction! By the way, Traudee - thank you for checking to see if Marquez numbered the chapters in Cholera (he didn't) - Traudee, did you say you read it in Spanish???

    Back soon...right now winter wonderland beckons!

    georgehd
    January 9, 2004 - 08:30 am
    Joan has commented on the possibility that some of our members may drop out of the discussion because they do not like the book. I can fully understand their feelings. I was sorely tempted to drop out myself a few weeks ago. This morning I had some thoughts that I want to share and I hope that you will bear with me as this post could be pretty long.

    What is the author trying to do? Well let me describe an experience of mine. It was my youngest daughter's wedding party (please stay with me). I had forgotten to order any wine and both of my wives were quite angry at me. I went to the wine cellar which was totally empty. I created a stir because all of the wedding guests were dressed beautifully but I was wearing a torn T shirt and drawers. In an attempt to get dressed I had to climb a rather tall ladder to an apartment on the roof of the building where I found toothpaste and brushed my teeth. But that was nothing to compare with our first view of the mother and five babies. She was brown with curly hair and sad brown eyes. Her puppies were all black which seemed strange. We petted the mother who really was very sweet and kept licking us and licking her brood which were trying to nurse. We looked at them in rapture but alas they could not see us as their eyes were shut. Next to them was a very large fish tank containing some of the largest fish I had ever seen in an aquarium. There was also a lot of weed growing and the fish, all of which were black, were quite old.

    Now what does the reader make of what I have written? Crazy? Well no. The above description is accurate in all respects and discusses a real event and a dream which I had.

    The point is that all of us live around 100 years and have this dual kind of personality, one seems to be real to us and to others, the other is in our minds alone; yet these dreams are just as much a part of us as is 'reality'. When viewed together they make up our totality which is unique and exists in solitude. Think about it.

    Our dreams are very personal and hence not of great interest to those around us. The better we know the person the more we can expect to understand his/her dream world. GGM is South American and is writing a story about South America that represents his reality which includes his dream world as well as his real world. The amazing thing about the book is that is does strike responsive chords in people around the world because many of the issues that GGM brings up are issues that face all of us. We interpret his book in ways that are meaningful to us as individuals.

    And this creates a difficulty in discussing this book. My thoughts about it are not your thoughts and vice versa. The challenge is to do ones own thinking about the book and allow one's thoughts to wander where they will. I think that we can 'over analyze' this book which has IMO multiple meanings. That is why GGM won the Noble Prize.

    Joan Pearson
    January 9, 2004 - 11:00 am
    Just in...put on a great big crock pot of Venison chili - you are all invited - Dinner's at seven!

    George! Now that was some dream/nightmare. As if a wedding with two wives present is not enough pressure - showing up in your underwear is the worst! All went well, I hope? You made your point - our response to reading is personal. Yes, there are mulitiple meanings here...we will all respond on different levels. I really don't think we are over-analysing the book as a group at this point, do you? I could be wrong.

    One of our participants giving up on the book is doing so because she can not relate to even one of Marquez' characters. I thought about that for a while. I thought of the Bible - which this book is often compared to... Is there one Biblical character with whom I identify completely? Not really. But I DO look for AND identify with the human nature of ancient people that does not change over time. (I admit, this is a personal response, George) - Job, sometimes, Mary as a mother, Martha of the Mary and Martha sisters, Mary Magdalene, doubting Thomas... Marquez is using the human nature of his characters to convey a message - It's the message, I believe that makes this book stand out - and the message we can identify with, if not the individual characters...but sometimes the message is not clear all at once.

    It is this discussion, all of you, who enable me to clarify my thoughts and understanding. I think it was Surely who said recently that her memory is not what it was. Join the club! But what a help it is to come in here and say "what happened to Jose Segundo? Where is he now?" And to get an answer? What a help to have Maryal come in and share the article on the mis-translation of Marquez' lines which tell just when Melquiades' documents will be revealed! Or Lou coming in to share actual experience with cockfighting (more on this to come)...There is just so much one can take in and figure out alone - I think that IF we do Ulysses, someday the same principles apply. Reading it alone will yield only so much understanding of the work - but the group dynamic can make the lights go on!

    Lou, I like the Wally Lamb concept. Think of a potluck supper where the only thing on the table is salad. We NEED the variety - we need dessert too! That's what makes it fun. Andy, we'll wait for your dish, but hope that when you get here, you will comment on the quote on solitude that we find in Chapter Ten. YOU are one person that I expect would disagree with the "pact with solitude," Aurelilano has made.

    Back in a few minutes to comment on the many ideas in yesterday/last night's posts...

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 9, 2004 - 11:09 am
    Haven't been here in quite awhile - the holidays and my driving to my daughters took two weeks and this week it has been getting back on track - I did by a small paper back called "Gabriel García Márquez for Beginners" that I have been inhaling - learned he had a sister that ate dirt - and like the article on Bill Clinton mentions Don Quixote, according to this book it is "THE" author that Gabo thinks is the best and any book should be written with this - wait let me quote -
    "When you sit down to write, you've got to be better than Cervantes,you won't be, but it will be the right spur." He also says, "What's essential in fiction is not what's true, but what seems to be true, that's what's wonderful!"


    Another author he is anamoured with is Kafka - the war is the "Thousand Day's War" in which, according to this little book, to this day the people imagine there were far more deaths than the actual number of deaths. Reminds me of our accounts of the Old West -

    With both Cervantes and Kafka as his idols the book is much easier to read since I am not taking any particular or any character as a reference of reality but getting the overview of what he is saying much like a piece of art on canvas. Kafka's "Castle" to me is a great piece of literature that paints a picture based in fantasy.

    Ok without chapter numbers I am not sure where I am - I think I may need to do some catching up - I've got the naming of the twins going on.

    I thought the description of the trail of blood to be wonderful - again it was like a piece of modern art linking all the people and places of importance in the story as if these places have a personality and morality of their own...

    Scrawler
    January 9, 2004 - 12:37 pm
    Georgehd thanks for your comments they really made me stop and think. I agree with you. Our lives have to have a balance of our dreams and reality.

    "...for several years, they (Melquiandes and Aureliano Segundo) saw each other almost every afternoon. Meluiades talked to him about the world, tried to infuse him with his old wisdom, but he refused to translate the manuscripts. "No one must know their meaning until he has (manuscripts have) reached one hundred years of age," he explained. Aureliano kept those meetings secret forever."

    Perhaps Aureliano Segundo was interested in knowledge for the sake of knowledge.

    "While he was shut up in Melquiades' room he was drawn into himself, the way Colonel Aureliano Buendia had been in his youth. But a short time after the Treaty of Neerlandia, a piece of chance took him out of his withdrawn self and made him face the reality of the world. A young woman who was selling numbers for the raffle of an accordion greeted him with a great deal of familiarity. Aureliano Segundo was not surprised, for he was frequently confused with his brother. But he did not clear up the mistake, not even when the girl tried to soften his heart with sobs, and ended taking him to her room."

    This is what happens when an idealist is forced to become a realist.

    "If anyone had become harmless at that time it was the aging and disllusioned Colonel Aureliano Buendia, who was slowly losing all contact with the reality of the nation. Enclosed in his workshop, his only relationship with the rest of the world was his business in little gold fishes. Actually what interested him was not the busienss but the work. So absorbing was the attention required by the delicacy of his artistry that in a short time he had aged more than during all the years of the war, and his position had twisted his spine and the close work had used up his eyesight, but the implacable concentration awarded him a peace of the spirit. Colonel Aureliano Buendia could understand only that the secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude. "Someone dared to disturb his solitude once. "How are you, Colonel?" he asked in passing. "Right here," he answered. "Waiting for my funeral procession to pass."

    The colonel is probably waiting to die. I think for some old age is a pact with solitude. But I think it is how one defines "solitude". I agree with the colonel in that I think it is not the business but the work tht interests him.

    Joan Pearson
    January 9, 2004 - 12:44 pm
    Barbara! Welcome back! We're finishing chapter 10 and moving on to chapter 11 right now. Why don't you number the chapters in your book so you know where we are in the discussion?

    I love that ..."When you sit down to write, you've got to be better than Cervantes,you won't be, but it will be the right spur." "Spur" is an interesting coincidence - (we've been talking about cockfighting) I think that Don Quixote concentrates very much on individual characters - as representatives of our human nature. I think Marquez does the same

    - In chapter 10, the twins have been named, have switched names, and are leading lives contrary to the meaning of the names they now bear. To me, Jose Segundo is a difficult character to understand. As a child, he wanted to see an execution and the experience was so traumatic, he turns to religion - decides he's going to be a Conservative. He makes his first communion (no mention that his twin did the same) and spends his youthful days at cockfighting under the supervision of the village priest. What is the connection between the Church, Conservates and Cockfighting??? Am I missing the obvious?

    Lou, will you explain a few things about cockfighting since you have firsthand experience? Is the sole purpose of raising these cocks to fight them? Is that why your dad raised them? Does "beauty" count for much in a fighter? Is the sole reason for fighting them to gamble? Are more bets made on the beauties? Were the spurs your father made for the cocks made for fighting? I was interested that your sister thought the cockfight she attended was an adventure. Weren't you surprised that she didn't come back whitefaced with a description of the gorey bloodletting? I looked up "aceheel," but can't find it. It sounds as if an "aceheel" has a special talent! It does seem to me a strange sport for Father Isabel to be engaged in...does it to you? I'd be interested to know how YOU feel about cockfighting? Does it sound like a bloodsport would be something a man o'the cloth would go in for?

    Jose Segundo moved in with his grandmother, Pilar and it seems his life profession will be the cockfighting - until CAB tells him about the Spanish galleon and he gets it into his head to bring boats into Macondo.

    Jo, you're right...the residents of Macondo do embrace change...reach out for anything new and different. Can't blame the "French maidens" for bringing them anything they didn't wholeheartedly embrace.

    I think the Conservatives have been in control since the signing of the treaty, Jo...guess they just fear that CAB is a threat that might ignite and start a new war at any time. CAB does say something in this chapter about his "boys" taking on the local authorities...so the Ash Wednesday masacre must have been a response to his threat. Oh, that's good..."the indelible crosses on the Aurelianos represent"the ongoing influence of Christianity." And Surely...thanks for the reference to the marking of Cain after he killed his brother, Abel. Tell me, does the Church represent a threat to the Conservative regime too?

    Oh good, Anne is here with comments on the pact of solitude. Just what I had hoped to talk about next!!! I'm beginning to feel as if Marquez does not believe what he is praised for saying so well...that "the secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude." I see CAB making the decision, the pact, to withdraw from the world around him and concentrate on the pointless act of creating fishes, selling them for gold, melting the gold and making more fishes. In other words, killing time until his funeral procession goes by. On the other hand, I see Ursula, doggedly determined not to repeat mistakes of the past...to use her last bit of strength to raise her grandson - she's pushing 100! No pact with solitude for her. I see the pact as giving up, as saying I'm too old and tired to make a difference, see the same mistakes made in the raising of her great grandson. As old as she is, she will raise him herself.

    georgehd
    January 9, 2004 - 12:57 pm
    I think that it may be the view of GGM that the Church is a threat to all.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 9, 2004 - 12:57 pm
    My youngest grandson's best friends Dad raises cocks for fighting and they live in NC -

    Ok I am behind but will catch up in the next day -

    I think the difference that the liberals still gave out religious texts is that there is a difference between the politics or governing aspect of the church and the spirituality the church offers. I think it is hard for us to truely grasp a nation whose government is entwined with church politics. I do know I have several friends who after serving in South America for over 20 years they left the priesthood and in one case left the nunnery over their liberal views (dividing land and caring for the poor) that does not coincide with the church politics ingrained within the conservative movement that is all about preserving the church at all costs and honoring those who donate large sums to maintain and promote the church in South America. The church interprets all liberal views as Communisim invading South America and since most liberals are OK with Castro, to the church, that fits. For that matter, the offical line from the US is pro-conservative.

    Lou2
    January 9, 2004 - 01:54 pm
    Lou, will you explain a few things about cockfighting since you have firsthand experience? Is the sole purpose of raising these cocks to fight them? Is that why your dad raised them? Does "beauty" count for much in a fighter? Is the sole reason for fighting them to gamble? Are more bets made on the beauties? Were the spurs your father made for the cocks made for fighting? I was interested that your sister thought the cockfight she attended was an adventure. Weren't you surprised that she didn't come back whitefaced with a description of the gorey bloodletting? I looked up "aceheel," but can't find it. It sounds as if an "aceheel" has a special talent! It does seem to me a strange sport for Father Isabel to be engaged in...does it to you? I'd be interested to know how YOU feel about cockfighting? Does it sound like a bloodsport would be something a man o'the cloth would go in for


    Hopefully I can at least shed a little light here... yes, fighting to death, that's the purpose of these cocks... beauty is for those of us who don't go to the fights! LOL and they do gamble on fights. Daddy made spurs that fit over the cocks own spurs... these things where awful, IMHO... some had 3-4 inch points and some had the same length but were like a knife blade. bloody gorey awful things these fights... and I've never been, just imagined... but, Daddy loved the whole thing. He was a gentle man, how did this happen??? Maybe it was just like Father Isabel, just "the thing to do"??? No, I'd say not a hobby for a priest, or a dad, granddad, great-granddad!!! I almost spelled aceheel, asheel... it's pronounced aceheel, but can't for the life of me remember how to spell it correctly, and also can't remember the other breeds...

    Lou

    Lou2
    January 9, 2004 - 03:22 pm
    I'm wondering how you feel about the suggestion to read James Joyce's Ulysses in the spring...it is the 100th anniversary since it was publshed.


    I bought this one last year... and put it on the shelf. I don't know if I can be of much help, especially if it's like 100 years, but I for one would love to see it discussed here.

    I pledge to "bring my dish to the table" if you'll please, pretty please tackle Ulysses!!!

    Lou

    Deems
    January 9, 2004 - 03:51 pm
    Lou~ Thank you for the information on cock fighting. I don't like any sport that involves animals getting hurt including bullfighting. But I think that a certain amount is cultural. If I had grown up in a family that raised fighting cocks, I most likely wouldn't mind at all. The fighting to the death would bother me though, I think. Still, if I think about it, it wouldn't be good to declare one cock a winner when the other was badly wounded. Better a quick kill, I guess. I'm going to try to find you "aceheel." I've never heard of the breed, but I know next to nothing about game cocks.

    George~ interesting dream--the two wives part made me laugh. The way that one incident slid into another made the perfect sense that dreams do when we have them. It's only when we relate them that we begin to see the lack of transitions.

    Barbara~Welcome back. Sounds like you had a good time on your trip. We're just a little ahead of where you are now, as Joan said. I think the reference to Cervantes gives us some prospective since his imagination also seems to be tipped toward the magical and the legendary. Kafka's characters certainly aren't the kind that we identify with!

    I think that many of us are saying that Marquez has created characters that seem unlike those in many of the novels we read. Joan's idea about comparing the characters in the Bible with those in this book is also terrific. There are very few well-rounded characters in the Bible. There are stories at various points in some of their lives--and then huge gaps--and then, sometimes other stories. Some of the Bible people seem to have developed a life outside their stories in the Bible. Mary and Martha, her sister, for example, don't have really much said about them. What, with the exception of Peter, John, Judas, and Thomas, know about any of the disciples? I think you are on to WHY some people have made comparisons between the Bible and 100 years, Joan.

    Did anyone notice that, in addition to fighting game cocks, Father Isabel was engaged in another--er, more forbidden, pasttime? I had to reread chapter ten to pick up on his activities in the pasture.

    Maryal

    Traude S
    January 9, 2004 - 07:47 pm
    Welcome back, BARBARA !

    MARYAL, thank you very much for taking the time to search for and quote the original Spanish text to show that and where the English rendition by Gregory Rabassais incorrect in one crucial aspect.

    This bears out what I've said before: Not all texts that are translated into English from another language are always done well, nor even accurately. GMM's subsequent work has been translated into English by Edith Grossman.

    The "secret vice" is mentioned on pages 202-203. That it was listed in the "dictionary of sins" would indicate that is was a common sin. We are not told specifically whether Father Isabel himself indulged in that secret vice.

    José Arcadio was NOT surprised to be asked "if he had done bad things with women, and honestly answered no" but he WAS upset with the question as to whether he had done them with animals. "Tortured by curiosity" he turned to Petronio, the sickly sexton, who lived in the belfry and was said to feed on bats. See the end of page 202 and note the sentences on pg. 203 "The boy became so taken with these nocturnal raids that it was a long time before he was seen at Catarinos. He became a cockfight man."

    I don't think there is a connection between the Catholic Church and cockfighting. Rather, I believe that the Catholic Church in South America "blinked" both at cockfighting and at the (ab)use of female donkeys by pre-adolescent boys, in other words tacitly accepted both.

    This book is about a Latin American country whose culture, history, customs and mentality are alien to us. Still, as has been said before, last by GEORGE I believe: this is a universal story for all time because it shows that all of us, wherever we live on this planet, face the same essential issues, trials, tribulations, hard work, disappointments, sickness between birth and death. The beauty of the text is unmatched in contemporary literature, IMHO.

    It is true that the people in the book are not likable; I've said so myself. But I'd like to make a small correction : I believe that both General Maconda and Col. Gerineldo Márquez were admirable men.

    On the other hand I ask : Is it really necessary that we LIKE a character ? Yes, I do admit it helps. But I also believe, and it has been my experience, that it IS in fact possible to have a productive discussion about a book EVEN if we do not like any of the characters. This particular book is more demanding than others we've read, but for me personally this my second attempt has been very rewarding.

    JOAN, Úrsula did the best she could for her children and the rest of the family, that's what we all try to do. If she made mistakes, so do we all, that's human.

    JOAN, I bought Love in the Time of Cholera in Spanish because Sarah Thomas had planned a Spanish discussion on it before she left. And yes, I have read almost all of it. BTW, GMM based the book on the life of his parents.

    As for cockfighting : the link I posted recently makes abundantly clear what it is all about, not only in words but in vivid pictures from the contemporary Philippines.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 9, 2004 - 11:07 pm
    Hmmm didn't know that Surrealism and Marxism were linked at the hip - I found this article interesting explaining writing in the 20s, 30s and 40s with magical realism part of the Surrealistic movement.

    http://eserver.org/clogic/2-1/larsen.html

    And this article does a great job of explaining Machismo as the positive "Code of Honor" that we can see how it is being lived out in this family with boys being raised within the family but not necessarily by the traditional one mother and one father system we think of as normal. This article explains how confusing Machismo is to the latin when he liven in the US.

    http://www.libertadlatina.org/Latin_America_Machismo_p2.htm

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 9, 2004 - 11:37 pm
    "One Hundred Years is the entire region of Santa Marta, Cienaga, the banana-growing region, and then the Sierra Nevada all the way to Riohacha. Aracataca lies at the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. It's hot but at the same time it's cool at night due to the mountains and the streams that flow down from the Sierra. It has a deep, crystal-clear river that flows over a bed of huge rocks that resemble prehistoric eggs, like Gabo writes in One Hundred Years. There's a dry season and a rainy season. The downpours are tremendous.

    Gbo had a friend whose grandfather came from Italy and set up a general store in Aracataca, which became a kind of meeting place. He brought a phonograph and a gramophone, and set up movies in the patio of the house. They would send him the films by train from Santa Marta. García Márquez's grandfather would visit often — he would drink his cup of coffee and the two grandfathers would exchange ideas.

    The people of Aracataca used candles and kerosene lamps. We used to gather in the dark and there was always someone who would tell mystery stories, scary ones, tales of terror. I would be scared to death going back home in that awful darkness to sleep in my bed.

    Gabo remembers those stories they used to tell—things that many people have forgotten. He has an elephant's memory. When he was a small boy they would tell him that at the bottom of the clay water jars in Aracataca there lived some duendes [sprites]. So, he'd go and try to get them out—fill our glasses trying to get the midgets. Delicious cool water."

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 10, 2004 - 12:03 am
    http://www.trinstitute.org/ojpcr/2_1columbia.htm
    A few of the guerrilla leaders were acquainted with the "Codigo de Maceo", a code that covered all the aspect of the guerrilla warfare. The "Codigo de Maceo" was one of the products of the Cuban independence war at the end of the XIX century. The cruelty of the guerrilla incursions could only be matched by the heavy measures taken by the government forces against the civil population. This situation created a painful stalemate. Only after the capitulation in 1903 of Rafael Uribe, the political leader of the liberals with the signing of the treaty of Neerlandia did the war end.

    The civil war lasted two and a half years; thus historians named it the "1,000 days war". The government forces were victorious but their political position was weak both internally and abroad.
    Spanish-American-LiteratureSpring2003/EA839B1A-8168-43F7-ACD7-6BA8493D61BC/0/garcia_marquez_time_line2.pdf

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 10, 2004 - 12:38 am
    shoot the URL did not completly copy - good article on a brief outline of the history of Columbia that focuses on the wars between the conservatives and the liberals - let's see if this works --

    http://ocw.mit.edu/NR/rdonlyres/Foreign-Languages-and-Literatures/21F-730Twentieth-and-Twentyfirst-Century-Spanish-American-LiteratureSpring2003/EA839B1A-8168-43F7-ACD7-6BA8493D61BC/0/garcia_marquez_time_line2.pdf

    I am wondering now if Mocondo is a fantasy of the mind where all the characters are formed and mirror the dreams and fears of Columbians. That the concept of Solitude is a Mocondo, a hidden nation or world that Columbian's can mentally retreat as we in the US can retreat to a fantasized vision of Early America where we imagine it was simple to figure out the good and the bad and where we have created a national myth that says during the early years of this nation life was noble.

    Joan Pearson
    January 10, 2004 - 01:29 pm
    Barbara is back! Your posts underscore what George said yesterday...the story of the Buendias of Macondo elicits different responses from each reader. The number of approaches can make it difficult for discussion, but I really believe we can make it work for us to better understand the story. Your interest in the historic backdrop of the story in time and place. In reading the links Barbara provided, I was especially interested in the periods of war in Columbia - the peaceful time BEFORE all the fighting began. When was that? I noted that Independence from Spain came in 1824. It wasn't too long after that the Civil Wars began. Haven't we seen this happen in so many countries of the world, former colonies just unprepared for self-rule?

    Where did Fernanda come from? 600 miles from Macondo - A place of colonial mansions and viceroys? I took a string and measured 4.5 inches in my World Atlas in all directions from Macondo and have no idea still where this place might be. Which direction? It's probably not important. But Why she was brought to the Carnival might be? Was it to provoke the Buendias with an alternative queen to the one designated by the family - Remedios the Beauty? Why would the army want to do that? The Conservatives are in control, and the Colonel is under house arrest, more or less. Why disturb the family now? OR could it have been a plan to attract a Buendia into marriage...a marriage between the ruling aristocracy and the Buendias might seal the peace. But doesn't this seem far-fetched? Why do YOU think the army officers brought the attractive decoy into town?

    Joan Pearson
    January 10, 2004 - 01:40 pm
    Jose Arcadio Segundo continues to fascinate me. The boy has witnessed a bloody execution. He vows never to go to war - turns to the Church and religion. There he comes interested in Father Isabel's cockfighting. Lou, I think of your gentle father and his interst in this sport. It's the same thing, isn't it? Obviously neither JA Segundo nor your daddy feel that it is morally reprehensible. Was it you, Maryal, who reminded us of the boy's experience with animals in the field. Was this another area that he did not consider immoral because it did not include acts with the ladies?

    Do you see a connection between the senseless, endless, bloody wars and the daily cockfights - Why is Jose Segundo able to tolerate this cockfighting and not war? The fighting gamecocks are much like the Liberals and Conservatives, fighting for reasons that make no sense. My husband was saying that on his grandfather's farm, there could only be one rooster- two would fight one another to the death. Sure sounds like the Conservative/Liberal ongoing war to me. Can they coexist peacefully in Macondo?

    In Chapter 11, we do see Col. Aureliano Buendia stirred out of his solitude, breaking his pact. I can't understand why the attempt to honor him brought forth such a negative response from him!

    Joan Pearson
    January 10, 2004 - 02:05 pm
    One last thought...It was kathleen, who said she found it difficult to relate to the characters in this story, Traudee...she didn't say she didn't like them. There's a difference. I can empathize with Fernanda, a foreigner, living in a house full of uncouth Buendias. I am coming to understand Amaranta and her poor wasted life. She never had a chance...she is still nurturing her grievances against Rebeca for luring Pietro from her. And what mother doesn't understand Ursula's regrets...wouldn't you do things differently if you had another chance to raise your kids? I would. I feel sorry for JA Segundo too. These people all seem to have lost their lives before they began to live them!

    Deems
    January 10, 2004 - 06:07 pm
    I think Fernanda, she who comes from six hundred miles away, has arrived straight out of a Dickens novel. The town she lives in has bells that play dirges every night at six and the family business is weaving funeral wreaths. Her ailing mother dies of "five-o'clock fever" whatever that is, and the house gets NO sunlight at all. Talk about living in the old dead past. The days when she might have been an aristocrat are long over, the great-grandmother who was a queen may simply be an illusion of the ill mother.

    At any rate, Fernanda reminds me of Miss Haversham in Great Expectations. Remember her--she lived with the huge old wedding cake from years before when her intended jilted her and raised little Estella to be scornful so that she could pay back all men by rejecting them. Fernanda has learned extremely unuseful things at school, how to play the clavicord, how to talk with gentlemen about falconry, to talk of apologetics with archbishops, and "discuss affairs of state with foreign rulers and affairs of God with the Pope." She has been brought up to fill a certain place in society, but that place ceased to exist some hundred years ago.

    It's not hard for me to understand why Aureliano Segundo prefers his earthy mistress, Petra Cotes, who brings him pleasure as well as fertility to his beasts.

    I laughed when I read Amaranta's mocking sentence of the way Fernanda talks, never using direct words, but escaping through euphemisms.

    The sentence on p. 227 (pb) translates to, "This is one of those who can't stand the smell of their own shit." When she translates it for Fernanda, Amaranta tames it a little, "I was saying," she told her, "that you're one of those people who mix up their ass and their ashes."

    ~Maryal

    Lou2
    January 10, 2004 - 06:42 pm
    Ass and ashes, indeed, Maryal!!! LOL

    Lou

    Joan Pearson
    January 10, 2004 - 07:23 pm
    ...but why did Aureliano Segundo marry her? Such a beauty? You forget how beautiful she is, don't you? Is that all there was to it? Why didn't Segundo marry Petra? We haven't figured out yet why Petra has such powers of reproduction over the animals, but bears no children herself, have we?

    Lou, I almost forgot...if you are really interested in reading/discussing Ulysses, will you indicate that in the Great Books Upcoming Discussion so we don't forget to invite you to that potluck supper?

    Jo Meander
    January 10, 2004 - 10:01 pm
    Barbara, thanks for the links. The historical outline is revealing. The details about the Colonel, Rafael Uribe Uribe, who, like Colonel Aureliano Buendia, fought against the conservatives and signed the Treaty of Neerlandia before the turn of the century, making way for the rule of the conservatives that lasted for 35+ years helps in following the plot. Then afterward, the violence, the constant conflict, the power shifting for years from one party to another—it all fits with the hurley-burley GGM delivers in his story. I begin to look upon the ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE as an ironic title, because there is no solitude for the residents of Macondo during those years. As Barbara suggests, the solitude they remember with nostalgia probably never existed; the peaceful, noble life in this country before the Civil War never existed either. Human nature is designed to forge ahead, trying to create a better life, and in the process complicating existence beyond our capacity to control the advancements we make. It seems we are still adolescents, or we would have found the way to stop using our marvelous discoveries and creations to hurt each other.
    Joan, you have asked about the Colonel’s pact with old age and solitude, and how he breaks that pact. I though his resentment of the festivities in his honor was his way of trying to continue the solitude he has cultivated for himself, as well as a reminder that he is unhappy with the results of his previous active life. He originally thought he was fighting for the people, then he decided that it was only for pride, and, in the end, when he signs the treaty, it seems that he thought all of his “causes” were futile efforts.
    I thought he came closest to flying his old liberal flag when he commented bitterly on the changes that Fernanda brought to their household:
    “The circle of rigidity begun by Fernanda . . . finally closed completely and no one but she determined the destiny of the family. The business in pastries and small candy animals that Santa Sofia de la Piedad ad kept up because of Ursula’s wishes was considered an unworthy activity by Fernanda and she lost no time in putting a stop to it. The doors of the house, wide open from dawn until bedtime, were closed during siesta time under the pretext that the sun heated up the bedrooms and in the end they were closed for good. The aloe branch and loaf of bread that had been hanging over the door since the days of the founding were replaced by a niche with the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Colonel Aureliano Buendia became aware somehow of those changes and foresaw their consequences. ‘We’re becoming people of quality,’ he protested. ‘At this rate we’ll end up fighting against the Conservative regime again, but this time to install a king in its place’.”
    (Note the link of Conservatism with religion, lest we forget.)
    Fernanda represents a much more secluded and static environment (Maryal, loved the Miss Haversham connection!), coming from a household like the one she tries to create for the Buendias. The most telling assault arrives in the final big box from her father. It’s blatantly fitting that his last gift to his grandchildren is a literal death. He represents a failed past, and so does the jugbilee the Buendias do not attend, according to the wishes of the Colonel.


    I think they are rescued from the death pall Fernanda tries to impose by the arrival of Aureliano Triste, who in his person brings life, vigor, and the future to Macondo.

    Joan Pearson
    January 11, 2004 - 10:25 am
    Good morning, Jo - now that's an idea..."the ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE an ironic title, because there is no solitude for the residents of Macondo during those years." Well, there is so much irony, why not the title? But maybe we need to look again at the meaning of the word, solitude as GGM uses it - in Macondo. Not a period of serenity, but rather a time of withdrawal from the reality of what is going on in the rest of the world. Do you suspect that GGM regards the residents in denial - for the hundred year period - in time of WAR and of Peace? Even when disaster strikes, the collective memory is short - often the residents forget what has happened - much like the insomnia plague in the early chapters.

    Maryal's correction of the translation seems to indicate that the "100 years" of the title begins with Melquiades' documentation of the outside marvels the gypsies brought to Macondo...- I'm thinking of how JAB thought they would change the quality of life for the better and Melquiades tried to warn him then that he was expecting too much.

    If we do the math, Aureliano was a boy of five or six back then. We now see his mother, Ursula as 100 years old. Melquiades tells Aureliano Segundo the meaning of his writing will not be revealed for 100 years from the time he wrote them. No wonder A Segundo can't make sense of the Sanskrit and gives up trying. It seems that we have another generation or two of Buendias to go before the meaning is revealed. Jose Arcadio Segundo seems so solitary, that he will not produce a child nor is Amaranta. That leaves Remedios the Beauty, her brother Aureliano Segundo's son, Jose Arcadio, (the future Pope), and his daughter, Renato Remedios to carry on the line. Oh! Not to forget the 17 sons of Col. Aureliano Buendia, who "carry the seed"...They all come to town again to honor their father at his Jubilee.

    Joan Pearson
    January 11, 2004 - 10:53 am
    I've got to remember the connection between the Conservatives and the Church. Jose Arcadio Segundo is a good representative of the connection. So is Fernanda. What attracts the Buendias to the Conservatives, do you think? Is it the longing for a peaceful past? Why did Aureliano Segundo choose to marry Fernanda? Was it the proper, church-sanctioned thing to do? Or was it her pretty face that caused him to hunt her down to the town where the bells tolled a dirge? Do you think it was better for her that he rescued her from the Haversham home in the long run? What was her future there before A. Segundo "rescued" her?

    Jo, WHY do you think the Conservative government wish to confer the Order of Merit on Col. Aureliano Segundo? One reason might have been to emphasize that he had signed the Treaty which CAB is trying so hard to forget. That would send him into the rage that brings him out of his seclusion. (What do those gold fish represent, anyway?) His Liberal Flag is still flying, yes! He doesn't see the apparent peace in town an improvement over the fighting. In fact he goes to visit paralyzed friend and fellow veteran of war, Col. Marquez (he lives, wasn't executed!) and tries to get him to begin the war again!!! No wonder the present regime is keeping an eye on him!

    Jo, any fears that Col. Aureliano Arcadio had about the Buendias becoming a "people of quality" were immediately dispelled with the arrival of the 17 sons. They trashed the house! This must have amused CAB, don't you think? I agree, Aureliano Triste is the one to watch! Does he live up to the superstition attached to the Aureliano name or the Jose Arcadio name?

    Scrawler
    January 11, 2004 - 12:33 pm
    "He need a little time to convince her about such a strange expedient, but when he finally did so by means of proofs that seemed irrefutable, the only promise that Fernanda demanded from him was that he should not be surprised by death in his concubine's bed. In that way the three of them continued living without bothering each other. Aureliano Segundo, punctual and loving with both of them, Petra Cotes, strutting because of reconciliation, and Fernanda, pretending she did not know the truth."

    I thought this ws an interesting passage. I can't help but wonder just whose "death" Fernanda was referring to. What did you think of Aureliano Segundo being "punctual and loving with both of them"? Do you think that helped defuse the stituation. Why is it always the wife who has to pretend to not know the truth? Although, I think in this household, I'm sure everyone was aware of the truth.

    I'm not sure the meeting between Fernanda and Aureliano was contrived and I don't think the government gained anything in bringing her to Macondo. Fernanda lived in the past, thinking herself a qaueen, so no she didn't fully assimilate into the Buendia household, but she did bring some refinement to the household. I think the family and others did not appreciate her efforts in the town.

    "A short time after the birth of their daughter, the unexpected jubilee for Colonel Aureliano Buendia, ordered by the government to celebrate another anniversary of the Treaty of Neerlandia, was announced. It was a decision so out of line with official policy that the colonel spoke out violently against it and rejected the homage. "It's the first time I've ever heard of the word "jubilee," he said. "But whatever it means, it has to be a trick."

    I had to laugh at this passage. It reminds me of some of the things our own government has announced to us. We don't really understand what they say, but whatever it says it's got to be a trick. I suspect the colonel has about the same mistrust that I do sometimes do when I listen to the rhetoric of what our government is clamoring. The fact that the jubilee coincided with carnival week reminds me of Caesar giving the people "games" to attend while he moved toward his dictatorship. Perhaps the colonel is right to mistrust the government.

    Traude S
    January 11, 2004 - 03:11 pm
    SCRAWLER, it seems that Fernanda wanted to be sure Aureliano Segundo would not die in Petra Cotes bed, the bed of the concubine, because that would further dishonor Fernanda the wife. Of course everybody knew of the relationship, and Aureliano Segundo moved his belongings back and forth between his house and that of his mistress more than once, in broad daylight.

    CAB saw the conservative government that came into power with the Treaty of Neerlandia as having betrayed his ideals, and those of all who had fought in the wars and uprisings; the government ignored him and his entreaties that the veterans be paid a pension, and later turned around to belatedly honor him, which he considered a farce and which made him so angry as to think of making war all over again. The aging paralytic Col. Gerineldo Márquez wouldn't have any of it.

    I agree, SCRAWLER, that people can be, and have been, hoodwinked by their governments. But at war's end Macondo embraced prosperity with glee, just like the Romans 2000 years ago : They were happy no matter what as long as they had " panem et circenses = bread and the endless circus games, where the gladiators fought to the death, and early Christians were thrown to the lions, all for fun and amusement. The gorier, the better. Well fed and well entertained - the people did not complain.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 11, 2004 - 05:00 pm
    Whew - I have so much in my head I cannot answer anyone's post - my head is still spinning trying to figure out how to say it in words - if you could all take a picture of my thoughts and understanding it would be like looking at a three dimensional schematic of several subway systems hovering on top of each other with various commuter train lines from different cities sharing the same color because they share direction.

    First I must say if I read this book without looking up references or without the little book "Garcia Marquez For Beginners" it would for me like lifting off on a kite and someone cuts the line - lovely words and fun scenes but nothing to hold me to the ground. Without guidence it is hard for me to tell what is fantasy and what is real. Only having a westerner's knowledge of this area of the world has been a real hinderence to understand what is going on.

    Example: in an earlier post I linked information that explained the Civil War of 1900 was called the "Gentleman's War" and the 1000 day war of 1904 "The liberal and conservative leaders called their form of rule 'coexistence', the politics of civility.

    Which explained better to me the friendship between enemies Gerineldo Marquez and Aureliano Buendia...

    In my little book, Marquez explains that he sees much of Faulkner in his writing by having a family that in idigenous of an area - in Marquez's mind, the area he describes that he calls the Caribbean, he explains is a state of mind like we, in the US, consider the South a state of mind - to draw a line where the South begins or ends isn't relevant - the South can split the boundries of States -

    I can understand that. Here in Texas, East Texas is very much the South as compared to West, North or South Texas. Up till about 20 years ago most shop keepers and sales people in the better down town department stores of Houston spoke French more easily than English, identifying the area as more Lousinana south then Judge Roy Bean west.

    Gabo explains, when he attended the University in Bogota - the city, high in the mountains, the city we identify when we think Columbia, was so alian to him that it was the saddest time in his life. The city had a nick name "city of the cops" and there are spots in the book that describe this. Castro was a fellow student and when he and Gabo were students they were organizing the "Congress of Latin American students." The police were hot on his trail wanting to make him a scapegoat. Gabo sought refuge in the Cuban embassy. His and Castro's relationship today is built on Literature, they never talk politics. Seems Castro made some excellant observations when he read one of Gabo's stories before it was published and so Gabo values Castro's opinion of his work.

    Understanding his view of the Caribbean being a state of mind as we think of the South, he furthers that by labeling a group of Latin Literary friends in Paris "the cock-breeders" much as we know a "Red-neck" - there are no 'red-necks' in the Northeast of in the West - Foxworthy has a money making commedy routine explaining the "Red-neck" few of whom actually till the soil behind a mule drawn plow for a living so that their necks turn red in the sun, which is the original explanation for the description. But we all know today what a "Red-neck" represents and from what part of the country he lives.

    After reading about the the poverty Gabo faced while living in Paris it is easy to see how he wrote of folks waiting for money to arrive and how Aureliano existed isolated with what appears to be no money useable money - Gabo had a room in a Hotel where his friend Plinio Mendoza stayed - his success as a journalist allowed him to travel and he was receiving monthly checks for his book of the real story of the shipwrecked sailor that ended up being an expose on government using destroyers overloaded with contraband. The checks stopped coming - he kept waiting and had no clue why the stopped - Madame Lacroix allowed him to live in the attic - he survived on small miracles all the while avoiding the police who would beat him since he had a turkish looking face they mistook him for an Algerian.

    OK to the meat of how I see this story - I need to put it together - I am seeing these characters represent the racial structure of Latin America politics. Give me a bit to create another post since I have a few references to include - it takes me a bit of fancy footwork getting the links included in a post...

    It will be a bit later this evening before I can post - dinner time - I am excited about learning so much - I would never have seen the difference in Latin America versus the US if I hadn't have read this book and started to ask questions as I read...this is wonderful...

    Kathleen Zobel
    January 11, 2004 - 06:31 pm
    After reading ten chapters I realized I was not enjoying this book. I found it tiresome, a dreary tale of one country's historical climb to civilization using the generations of one family to describe the way.

    I also realized I did not really know even one character. Their emotions, and thinking did not come directly from them but in the narrative before or after the happening. There is little or no dialogue between two people that would enhance it.

    So I am dropping out, but looking forward to the next selection.

    Joan Pearson
    January 11, 2004 - 11:10 pm
    kathleen, we were just speaking of your difficulty relating to the characters in this story. We will just have to continue without you - and hope to meet up with you again in the near future. I hope you finish the book - those who have done so say it was rewarding.

    Anne, thanks for the reminder...the jubilee is scheduled for the same day as the Carnival. Hmmm...who did the scheduling? I'm not so sure that there is not a plot of sorts going on. Who designated Fernanda "queen"? I suspect the same people who did the scheduling. Poor Fernanda. I can sympathize with her. She isn't prepared for this life with her in-laws - but I think it is a whole lot better than she would have had back at the mansion making funeral wreaths, don't you? That's a real interesting point...whose death are we talking about in the promise Fernanda got out of Aureliano. I never for a minute thought it might be Petra's until you mentioned it! She seems like a goddess - she won't ever die! Why doesn't the goddess of fertility have babies with Aureliano Segundo though? That question continues to bother me?

    Barbara, the Buendias NEVER seem to experience poverty, do they? There is gold all over the place, buried in the garden, inside the statue, and the gold in CAB's lab! Gold and rubies too! CAB had been making his fishies, selling them, taking the gold he got for them, melting it down and making more fishies. No profit...but now he is simply spending his time making the fish, and as soon as he has twenty five of them finished, he melts them down and starts again. What does this mean? Why the fish? Do they represent anything at all?

    Traudee...you wrote, "Macondo embraced prosperity with glee, just like the Romans 2000 years ago : They were happy no matter what as long as they had " panem et circenses = bread and the endless circus games, where the gladiators fought to the death" ...like the gamecocks!
    Was it you, Jo who observed that the residents of Macondo were not victims of outside influences, but eagerly accepted them. In the last scene of Chapter 11 - Aureliano Triste makes his triumphant entry into Macondo in that "innocent yellow train" - bringing change, calamity, disappointment...But also bringing in the modern conveniences from the outside world. (Does yellow signify innocence? Remember the snowfall of yellow flowers at JAB's death?)

    In Chapter XII we see how they make use of modern contraptions. Was it worth it? What of the new residents who followed the train into town? Would Maconda have been better off without the connection to the outside? Is the cycle of disappointment and disillusionment beginning all over again? The people who came back with Ursula - they weren't like these new residents were they? The cycle seems to be repeating, but each time the results are more destructive.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 12, 2004 - 02:59 am
    Kathleen - yes, terrific, you said it, it is as if the characters are part of the landscape, as if the story were a two dimensional painting with depth addressed as one generation of characters flat across the surface, placed on the canvas on top of the preceeding generation, almost like index cards laying on top of each other with just the tops showing.

    Upon reading this site - http://www.dickshovel.com/500.html - I realize the people of Latin America look at a very different history than those of us in the U.S. - they see Columbus as the cause of their distruction. Spain, the Pope, the Church represent power and exploitation.

    excerpt -- "Throughout Colombo's log of this first voyage...is the obsession with gold...despite the fact that Colombo found very little gold....In a final reference to Colombo's log, one can also find the dual mission Colombo undertook,

    "...Your Highnesses must resolve to make them (the Taino - Oh-Toh-Kin ed.) Christians. I believe that if this effort commences, in a short time a multitude of peoples will be converted to our Holy Faith, and Spain will acquire great domains and riches and all of their villages. Beyond doubt there is a very great amount of gold in this country... Also, there are precious stones and pearls, and an infinite quantity of spices" (Colombo's log, November 11, 1492).

    The duality of Colombo's mission, and the subsequent European invasion that followed, was the Christianization of non-Europeans and the expropriation of their lands. The two goals are not unconnected; "Christianization" was not merely a program for European religious indoctrination, it was an attack on non-European culture (one barrier to colonization) and a legally and morally sanctioned form of war for conquest. "Even his name was prophetic to the world he encountered -- Christopher Columbus translates to `Christ-bearer Colonizer'."

    Colombo would make four voyages in all, the remaining two in 1498 and 1502. His voyages around the Caribbean... -- capturing Native peoples for slavery and extorting gold through a quota of a hawks bell of gold dust to be supplied by every Native over the age of 14 every 3 months. Failure to fill the quota often entailed cutting the `violators' hands off and leaving them to bleed to death. Hundreds of Carib and Arawak were shipped to Spain as slaves under Colombo's governorship, 500 alone following his second voyage. Indeed, the absence of a "great amount of gold" in the Caribbean had Colombo devising another method of financing the colonization: "The savage and cannibalistic Carib should be exchanged as slaves against livestock to be provided by merchants in Spain."

    Colombo died in 1506, but following his initial voyage to the Americas, wave upon wave of first Spanish, then Portuguese, Dutch, French and British expeditions followed, carrying with them conquistadors, mercenaries, merchants, and Christian missionaries.

    ...one year after Colombo's first voyage, Pope Alexander VI in his inter cetera divina papal bull granted Spain all the world not already possessed by Christian states, excepting the region of Brazil, which went to Portugal.

    Meanwhile, Amerigo Vespucci...and Alonso de Ojedo, on separate missions for Spain...actively carrying out slave raids...

    From the papal bull of 1493 and a subsequent Treaty of Tordesillas (1494), Portugal had been given possession of Brazil.

    From 1517 to 1521, the Spanish conquistador Hernando Cortes laid waste to the Aztec empire in Mexico, capturing the capital city of Tenochtitlan and killing millions in a ruthless campaign for gold.

    1524, Pedro de Alvarado invaded the region of El Salvador...In Guatemala Alvarado conducted eight major campaigns against the Mayans, and while he and his men were burning people alive, the Catholic priests accompanying him were busy destroying Mayan historical records (that is, while they weren't busy directing massacres themselves). Alvarado's soldiers were rewarded by being allowed to enslave the survivors.

    1531, the Spaniard Francisco Pizarro invaded the region of the Incas (now Peru).

    1541, Pedro de Valdivia claimed Chile for the Spanish crown...

    EXPANSION, EXPLOITATION, AND EXTERMINATION

    The colonization process were directed towards exploiting the lands and peoples to the fullest.

    The primary activity was the accumulation of gold and silver...This accumulation was first accomplished through the crudest forms of theft and plunder (ie. Colombo's and Cortes' methods). Eventually, more systematic forms were developed, including the encomiendas -- a form of taxation imposed on Indigenous communities that had been subjugated, and the use of Indigenous slaves to pan the rivers and streams.

    By the mid-1500s, the expropriation of gold and silver involved intensive mining. Entire cities and towns developed around the mines. Millions of Indigenous peoples died working as slaves in the mines...By the end of the 1500s, Potosi was one of the largest cities in the world at 350,000 inhabitants...

    From the time of the arrival of the first European colonizers until 1650, 180-200 tons of gold -- from the Americas -- was added to the European treasury. In today's terms, that gold would be worth $2.8 billion. During the same period, eight million slaves died in the Potosi mines alone.

    Slavery...Not only for work in the mines, but also for export to Europe. In Nicaragua alone, the first ten years of intensive slaving, beginning in 1525, saw an estimated 450,000 Miskitu and Sumu peoples shipped to Europe. Tens of thousands perished in the ships that transported them.

    In the highlands...the Spanish were able to grow crops such as wheat, cauliflower, cabbage, lettuce, radish, sugar cane, and later grapes, bananas, and coffee. By the mid-1500s, using slave labour, many of these crops -- particularly wheat and sugar cane -- were large-scale exports for the European markets...sprawling herds of cattle...which rarely exceeded 800 or 1,000 in Spain reached as many as 8,000 in Mexico. By 1579, some ranches in northern Mexico had up to 150,000 head of cattle...

    Despite the genocidal policies of the conquistadors, Native resistance continued...between 1532 and 1625, the population of the Andean peoples is estimated to have declined from 9 million to 700,000.

    In 1742...an Indigenous resistance movement in Peru...fought off Spanish colonization for more than a century.

    the 1780 Indian rebellion...laid siege to La Paz from March to October 1781 during which one fourth of the city's population died..."

    The leaders, perceived or real, were captured and executed; they were quartered, decapitated, or burned alive.

    While Indigenous resistance continued -- the colonies themselves began to experience movements for independence -- like in the US -- found in the oppressive taxation and monopolistic trade laws imposed by the colonial centers...Creoles were generally by-passed for colonial positions which went to agents born in Spain."


    Marquez repeats one of his Grandfathers anecdotes about a women forced to have sex during the day while her husband is sent to the mines - at the end of the day the man is pulled out and led to sleep under the bed where his wife continues to be raped.

    The Indian men may have unleashed their collective anger through war but the women had no outlet - untreated rape victims loose respect for their sexuality - this attitude is passed on to the next generation - and so we have a huge landmass with a history of subjegation through rape. Now what makes this history difficult - there are the births of mixed blood or creole children. Children who some mothers must have had mixed feelings about loving them because of the manner they were impregnated.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 12, 2004 - 03:10 am
    The creole children of Spanish and Indian mixed blood are called mestizo or mixed bloods, or Latinos, meaning Latinized and therefore wise to the ways of the world.

    In Latin America, the prejudice against mestizo is the prejudice against Indians. If the mestizo offspring gained wealth and standing, he could obtain a legal document that declared him to be "white." Quickly the white group became a 'social' rather than a 'racial' group - an Indian was a member of an Indian community - mestizo were neither 'white" nor "Indian," socially they could not join either of the other two groups. The colonial society feared a large mass of unattached, disinherited, rootless people, which they saw as a threat to the future of their social order and therefore, frequently the man claimed no responsibility for the mixed offspring he fathered, leaving the child to be raised by a usually destitute mothers.

    Gabo's own grandfather, fathered 17 children. This same grandfather in 1908 was obliged to kill his old friends in a duel. Out walking one day he met Lisandro Pacheco, the grandson of the man his grandfather had killed. Together they travelled to Riohacha where Pacheco introduced him to a number of his grandfather's illegitimate grandchildren.

    I see in "One Hundred Years of Solitude" a battle between members of each generation over being socially correct, or more 'white' versus, being more indigenous to their Indian roots.

    The Indian had little to contribute to the new ways of city, stock ranch, mine, or factory, beyond his inventory of household arts, his techniques for curing illness, his folk beliefs about the supernatural.

    In Latin America those who show more Spanish blood or who have obtained the documentation saying they are white are easily accepted for the more influential jobs and positions.

    Fernanda is all about showing how 'white' she is - her parents sacrificed everything to achieve this designation for her.

    The Indian is rooted in a community, where as the mestizo is rootless. The Indian clings to the norms of his group, where as the mestizo learns to change his behavior with each changing situation. Where the Indian remains closed, unaffected by arguments to change, the mestizo must make himself at home in the exchange of goods, ideas, and people. The Indian could turn his face to the outside world as does Jose Arcadio Buendia, Jose Arcadio, Amaranta, and Jose Arcadio Segundo but the 'White' operates with logic, counted among "men of reason" (gente de razón), as non-Indians are called in Middle America. The Indian values access to land, land to work as does Jose Arcadio where as, the mestizo would value the manipulation of people and situations as Aureliano Jose and Aureliano Segundo.

    When I looked at all the instances of incest in the story, it takes place among those who have more Indian traits, as if they are trying to in-bread and remove the scourge of Spanish conquest, rescind their 'whiteness', stop the change in their closed predictable community.

    Royal regulation controlled the trade flowing in and out of the colonies; but along the edges of the law were smugglers, cattle-rustlers, bandits, the buyers and sellers of local produce. To blind the eyes of the law, many scribes, lawyers, go-betweens, influence peddlers, and undercover agents, became "the coyotes" of everyday transactions within the colony that were seen as illegal. The disinherited, rootless mestizo survival was dependent in the ability to change, adapt, improvise on this erratic rhythm of colonial life.

    We have the sale of homemade funeral wreathes, sweets that Fernanda wants discontinued, the sale of furnishings, silver candlesticks, money kept under the bed, all these transactions and more are engaged while blind to the eyes of the law.

    Above all, the mestizo value power, the way to make people listen in a society that granted him no voice and where obeying the law provided him no authority.

    The use of power by the Spanish may be rooted in a similar voiceless society according to Carlos Fuentes in "The Buried Mirror." Many of the conquistadors were running from the Inquisition or they were older soldiers more recently reduced to being beggars.

    In my little book, Gabo admits to enormous research for each book he writes. Writing about Power, Patriarchs, Dictators he reflected upon the mystery of power, its solitude, this highest expression of ambition and will as an overriding vocation he noted a passion that becomes a substitute for love. Those seeking power live life under the whip of sexual frenzy. Whoever seeks and finds power is incapable of loving which leads them to seek the solace of power. He noted the dominant figure in the lives of history's most infamous despots is that of the mother. Their fathers do not appear to be significant. So that when the Patriarch's mother dies, he uses all the resources of his authority to have her canonized.

    For the mestizo, power is not "The Group" that backs the individual nor does the individual exist for the group. The individual is paramount. The measure of success is the how ready others are to serve him, to underwrite with their services his observable consumption of time and goods. Defeat is bondage or death. There is no middle ground. If a man will not be a victor, he must be a loser. Ultimately, "all means" are legit in this battle for personal control over people and things, even violence and death.

    This struggle for power not only validates himself but became an end in itself. To the mestizo, the capacity to exercise power is ultimately sexual: a man succeeds because he is truly male (macho), possessed of sexual potency. While the Indian strives neither to control nor to exploit other men and women, the mestizo reaches for power over women as over men. The mestizo male requires absolute dominance over women. Therefore, even familial and personal relationships become a battleground, subject to emotional defeat or victory. In our story this easily explains why sex is not writen as the gentle exchange of lovemaking.

    Men expect aggression from each others. They advance and are ready to defend themselves, willing to take advantage of any chink in their opponent's armor. Personal encounters is a daily drama in which the ultimate gesture is not to stand as the victor but to pose as the defiant victim who can turn defeat and death into triumph by a calm and derisive acceptance of your fate.

    The Indian is bound in reality. Hard work and its fruits are his primary values; he knows that wishing does not cut it. The mestizo enjoys the play of fantasy. Standing on the edge of society, he can stand on the edge of reality.

    Uncertain, thrown back on his own resources; propertyless and alienated, he often feels estranged from society. Abandoned, he lives in solitude. Wishing to escape reality, he has learned to "drown the pain of living" in alcohol or gambling, creating for himself an unreal world. He may rise suddenly into a dream world of personal dominance, only to fall back into self-denigration, filled with feelings of misfortune and insufficiency.

    He is suspicious of both reality and of dreams. Dreams do not come true, and in a sudden reversal of moods he takes to the demands of life with a cynical joke, not committing himself to either a dream or to reality. The dream may give him wings, therefore he retains a gift for improvisation, an ability to shift both ends and means that enables a score to a personal triumph where his critics could predict only the failure of a cause.

    Deems
    January 12, 2004 - 10:47 am
    Whoa, Daddy~~Lookit all the posts this morning. I'd like to concentrate on the end of chapter 11 and the rapid progression of chapter 12.

    That little yellow train connects Macondo with the outside world, and it does it quickly. Before they know it, the Macondians are becoming, ready or not, up-to-date, just like Kansas City!

    Years ago, Leo Marz wrote a book about American Literature which he called The Machine in the Garden. Many people saw the New World, what later became the United States, as a second chance, a new beginning. The Garden of Eden once again. However, before too very long, the railroad opened up new prospects. It also intruded upon the garden, turning pastoral splendor into something metalic and mechanical. The machine of Marz's title is the engine of the train.

    There are also a number of landscape paintings that show broad sweeps of countryside with a small, and distant, train making its way through the landscape. Two worlds are juxtaposed, the bucolic world of farms and the "modern" world of machinery.

    I'm pretty sure this intrusion is what Marcel has in mind when that innocent looking little yellow train puffs its way into Macondo.

    Now change will come quickly.

    I had one of those moments of enlightenment in my class on the Bible this morning. One of the students was pointing out that several times Abraham tells a ruler that Sarah is his sister and not his wife--because she is so beautiful and the ruler might kill him to get her--and that it seemed to be the same story. Then it hit me--here's where we see a little of why this novel has been compared to the Bible. The Bible follows a group of people from generation to generation, and within those generations, very similar incidents occur. 100 Years is like that--cyclical, Biblical. I think I'm beginning to understand the parallels.

    There's also a matter of the language, the actual phrasing, that often occurs in the novel that reminds me of the Bible. But that has to wait for a future post because I am at work and the book is at home. I want to point to some specific examples.

    ~Maryal

    Scrawler
    January 12, 2004 - 11:51 am
    "Then Colonel Aureliano Buendia took the bar and saw at the door seventeen men of the most varied appearance, of all types and colors, but all with a solitary air that would have been enough to identify them anywhere on earth. They were his sons. Without very previous agreement, without knowing each other, they had arrived from the most distant corners of the coast, captivated by the talk of the jubilee. They all bore with pride the name of Aureliano and the last name of their mothers. The three days that they stayed in the house, to the satisfaction of Ursula and the scandal of Fernanda, were like a state of war."

    "That list could will have served as a recapitulation of twenty years of war. From it the nocturnal itinerary of the colonel from the dawn he left Macondo at the head of twenty-one men on his way to a fanciful rebellion until he returned for the last time wrapped in a blanket stiff with blood could have been reconstructed."

    "The Ash Wednesday before they went back to scatter out along the coast, Amaranta got them to put on Sunday clothes and accompany her to church. More amused than devout, they let themselves be led to the altar rail where Father Antonio Isabel made the sign of the cross in ashes on them. Back at the house, when the youngest tried to clean his forehead, he discovered that the mark was indelible and so were those of his brothers. They tried soap and water, earth and scrubbing brush, and lastly a pumice stone and lye, but they could not remove the crosses."

    This is interesting. I can' help feel that the "crosses of ash" were like the "sign that God put on Cain" aftr he killed his brother Able. Can we assume that the church would not have approved the seventeen sons of Colonel Aureliano Buendia. But their births were not their fault. Why do you think they are being punished?

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 12, 2004 - 12:08 pm
    Yep Maryal, me thinks this little yellow kitchen with a village behind is more like Mary Shelley's monster than Leo Marx's garden that is extolling America's desire for the halfway between pastoral and progressive.

    It appears Mr. Hurbet and his all American garden values is doing the defining for Macondo between scientific and technological advances, not caring how their society and culture shape both those changes. Just more of that "Power" and explotation in action...

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 12, 2004 - 12:12 pm
    Hmm Scrawler I did not see them as being punished - more like being branded - branded by a system (the Church) as rancher brands what is his - in this case the church is branding ownership saying, 'you were born in my name and therefore not Indian, nor Liberal - by your mixed birth you are conservative' - the one child was even described as having blond hair and another breaks everything regardless owned by Fernanda or Ursula. In other words he disrupts both views of who he is.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 12, 2004 - 01:13 pm
    aha - took a hot shower to warm up and while in the shower I thought of something - the ashes - wasn't there something said in the book earlier about using ashes to cover sh--

    Looked up my old prayer book however I found a terrific web site as well --

    My prayer books says: we receive the ashes following the example of the Ninevites; who did penance in "sackcloth and ashes"; we sign our foreheads with ashes to humble our hearts and reminds us of our mortality on Earth, and that the only Redemption is with Our Lord. Ashes are, therefore, a symbol of penance made sacramental by the blessing of the Church to help us develop a spirit of humility and sacrifice.

    "Remember, Man is dust, and unto dust you shall return".

    The custom is from an old ceremony. Christians who had committed grave faults were obliged to do public penance. On Ash Wednesday the Bishop blessed the hairshirts which they were to wear during the forty days, and sprinkled over them ashes made from the palms from the previous year. Then, while the faithful recited the Seven Penitential Psalms, the penitents were turned out of the holy place because of their sins, as Adam, the first man was turned out of paradise on account of his disobedience. They did not enter the Church again until Maundy Thursday after having won reconciliation by the toil of forty days' penance and sacramental absolution. Later on, all Christians, either public or secret penitents, came out of devotion to receive ashes.

    The Ashes: The ashes are made from the previous years blessed palms from Palm Sunday.

    God is gracious and merciful, patient and rich in mercy to those who call on Him with repentant hearts and lives. Divine mercy is of utmost importance, the Church calls on us to implore it during the entire Lenten season with reflection, prayer and penance.

    Here is the web site

    http://www.cin.org/users/james/questions/q018.htm

    Joan Pearson
    January 12, 2004 - 08:53 pm
    Oh my...things aren't looking good in Macondo, despite the fact that business is booming and the train brings in more and more people every day! So much irony here! Modern technology at its finest. High tech comes to Macondo. I loved the way they reacted to each new contraption. The telephone! Can't you see the excitement on their faces when they heard the voice of a loved one coming from the phone, and then their disappointment when they realized the friend was not anywhere around? I remember when my Andrew was a little boy - he used to answer the phone with "who's in there?" Got especially upset when Daddy called from another city when away on business - he could hear his voice, but where was Daddy? It was funny to see each of the new inventions being taken apart and played with.

    Was there anything that really benefited the townspeople? CAB refers to the town as "a mess brought about by the inivitation to some gringo to come out to the house and eat some bananas."

    I take it that these newcomers are Americans? Barbara told of the first "invaders"...these seem worse, bent on taking over the land - with the help of Macondo's own army! It was interesting to read of the mixed blood...the metizo, Barbara. I'm thinking of the physical characteristics of the Buendias in a new light. Some were big, hairy and dark, others, CAB and his son AJ were said to be thin and "blond"...were JAB and Ursula mestizo? Something to think about! It would explain how the names Aureliano and Jose Arcadio were applied so quickly to new babies...they looked either Indian or "white".

    The 17 Aurelianos come back to town again with their foreheads still marked, identifying them as sons of CAB...they came back because EVERYONE was coming to Macondo. Anne, why do you think these boys were "punished"? Because they were marked and then executed? Maybe they were innocents. Martyrs. Here's a question...would they have been executed had they NOT been marked? Was it because they were baptized then that they were executed?

    Maryal - I'm thinking of another biblical parallel...the biblical characters are so often allegorical. aren't they? Remedios the Beauty - what does she represent? Surely she wasn't depicted as a real person. Maybe one of the best examples of magical realism...her ascent into heaven with the bedsheets? What did you all think of that?

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 12, 2004 - 09:37 pm
    Joan I think they were all of mixed blood but some where more into their Indian heritage while others were trying to prove how 'white' or Spanish they were and still others seeem to have all the characteristics of the Mestizo...That was information that for me explains so much about what is going on in this book -

    I am now also reading "The Labyrinth of Solitude" by the Noble Prize winning poet Octavio Paz - these Latin authors sure have a thing for Solitude don't they - in a letter midway in the book he says,


    "I was and am intrigued not so much by the "national character" as by what that character conceals: by what is behind the mask.

    According to the classics of nineteenth-century revolutionary thought, revolution would be the consequence of development: the urban proletariat would put an end to the inequality between technological and economic development (the way of industrial production) and little or no social progress (the way of capitalist ownership).

    On the other hand, the models of development that the West and East offer us today are compendiums of horrors.

    As people on the fringes, inhabitants of the suburbs of history, we Latin Americans are uninvited guests who have sneaked in through the West's back door, intruders who have arrived at the feast of modernity as the lights are about to be put out.

    Can we plan a society that is not based on the domination of others and that will not end up like the chilling police paradises of the East or with the explosions of disgust and hatred that disrupt the banquet of the West?"
    Powerful stuff in my estimation...

    I came in here tonight to share how I had my first outloud laugh that went on and on - can you just imagine being a young Jose Arcadio sitting there one morning - trusting the care and love of his grandmother - and rather than having rose water poured on his head - the contents of the inkwell dribble down his face as his loving grandmother pours the ink on his head - covering his shirt or shoulders - on to his pants and then splatted on his feet where they are placed on either side of a pool ink that had not soaked into his clothes - the shock...hahahaha oh my...

    I love this whole bit describing Ursula as an old women - how wonderful and beautiful this is written - this author truely honors an aging women...

    The poignancy - when Ursula is asked by Amaranta if it was a bug that bit her when she shouted "Shit!" and
    "Ursula put a finger on her heart.
    'Here,' she said


    Looks like those ashes in the form of a cross became a bulls eye for 16 out of the 17 - However the oldest escapes - where does he escape - into the mountains among the Indians whom he has befriended.

    I still have not figured out the significance of Remedios the Beauty -her character in life or in her death that is described as if she was the Virgin Mary, who Catholics believe ascended into heaven - Evidently, although a beauty, she was mentally deprived - "But when she saw her eating with her hands, incapable of giving an answer that was not a miracle of simplemindedness, the only thing that she lamented was the fact that the idiots in the family lived so long."

    Surely Shirley
    January 13, 2004 - 04:27 am
    I thought it was strange that Rebeca was completely forgotten about until found by Aureliano Triste in her worm infested house. How could someone just be forgotten?

    Scrawler
    January 13, 2004 - 11:06 am
    "It's coming," she finally explained. "Something frightful, like a kitchen dragging a village behind it." Isn't this a wonderful example of imagery?

    At the moment the town was shaken by a whistle with a fearful echo and aloud, panting respiration. During the previous weeks they had seen the gangs who were laying ties and tracks and no one paid attention to them because they thought it was some new trick of the gypsies, coming back with whistles and tambourines and their age-old and discredited song and dance about the qaualities of some concoction put together by journeymen geniuses of Jerusalem.

    Now this is interesting - "journeymen geniuses of Jerusalem" what do you suppose GGM meant by this?

    But when they recovered from the noise of the whistles and the snorting, all the inhabitants ran out into the street and saw Aureliano Triste waving from the locomotive, and in a trance they saw the flower-bedecked train which was arriving for the first time eight months late. The innocent yellow train that was to bring so many ambiguities and certainties, so many pleasant and unplesant moments, so many changes, calamities, and feelings of nostalgia to Macondo.

    I can't help but think how the locomotive did exactly what is described in the above paragraph in the United States in the 1800s.

    "Construction of a transcontinental railroad would tap the wealth of the West, bind the country together (after the Civil War), provide employment and increase the prosperity of all regions." - "Battle Cry of Freedom"

    Unfortuntely, this was not true of everyone in the country. There were many such as the American Indians, Blacks, Irish, and Chinese who would not be able to tap into the Wealth of the West.

    ALF
    January 13, 2004 - 01:46 pm
    "Time, wars, the countless everyday disasters had made her (Ursula) forget about Rebeca. The only one who had not lost for a single minute the awareness that she was alive and rotting in her wormhole was the implacable and agin Amaranta."

    It's kind of like being out of sight - out of mind and unfortunately it happens daily. History is repeating itself in 100 Years also. Let us not forget Jose, our founder who remained forgotten under a tre babbling in Latin, for years.

    Traude S
    January 13, 2004 - 04:24 pm
    SHIRLEY,

    yes, Amaranta would remember Rebeca, who was her fierce rival for the affection of Pietro Crespi. Still, what about the rest of the family ? Úrsula, of course, had disapproved of the marriage to her eldest son, which she held to be an incestuous union - despite the fact that Rebeca was adopted and the couple had no children.

    more later

    Joan Pearson
    January 13, 2004 - 10:02 pm
    Surely...I see Rebeca as the Miss Haversham of Great Expectations here. Living out her life in solitude, mourning her lost love. I can't help but wonder - all over again, what happened to Jose Arcadio? Did she shoot him? (Why?) Did he kill himself? (Why?) Why would anyone choose to live like this unless it was some sort of atonement? Andy, it was Ursula who banished Rebeca and her son when he chose to marry her. But how could she forget about her? Her son has died, so I guess she figures Rebeca will pick up and move on...fend for herself. Ursula would have done so. Don't forget, Rebeca has the ability to survive on that strange diet of earth and worms and snails... Traudee, I had forgotten that Ursula considered Rebeca as her daughter and the union did seem incestuous to her. You know, for Ursula to forget all about this girl she raised is quite telling, I think. Ursula is not a loving person herself. To hear her tell it, her son, Aureliano has no heart, no feelings for his family and her daughter has a heart of flint. Do they both take after their mother?

    Traudee, do you think it was the incident over Pietro Crespi that changed the direction of Amaranta's life? If Pietro had not returned to fix the pianola, would her life have been different? She seemed a normal enough young girl...liked to dance and sing and laugh - not withdrawn at all. But her adolescent heart is broken when Pietro choses the beautiful Rebeca. In fact, she is so distraught, that she inadvertantly killed Remedios with the poison meant for Rebeca. What I don't understand is her hatred for Rebeca. She never forgets that Rebeca is lost to the world...every time she walks by the house, she knows she is in there. She even tries to tell her niece, Remedios the Beauty hateful stories about Rebeca...but "Remedios was immune to any kind of passionate feelings, and much less to those of others."

    Joan Pearson
    January 13, 2004 - 10:13 pm
    The banana plague. Is that like the insomnia plague? What is the point of the story of Remedios the Beauty? She is young, child-like and innocent as CAB's wife, Remedios, was. Heartbreakingly beautiful. She is also lethal. When men lust after her, they are marked for certain death. Hmmm...Ursula worried that Aureliano's 17 sons who were related by blood might take up with her. They were quite interested in their nubile cousin who wore next to nothing and drove them all mad. (Was she somehow the reason for their deaths?) With her strange ascent into the heavens, she is even more of a mystery. If she is an allegory...what does she represent? The beauty and naiveté of Macondo? Are those who attempt to take advantage of Macondo marked for destruction? I don't know...just thinking out loud.
    "In spite of the fact that Colonel Aureliano Buendia kept on believing and repeating that Remedios the Beauty was in reality the most lucid being that he had ever known and that she showed it at every moment with her startling ability to put things over on everyone, they let her go her own way...wandering through the desert of solitude bearing no cross on her back."
    I just looked at Meg's name list in the heading - (where is Meg, anyway?!) - "Remedios ~ [from L. remedium (a cure, remedy, medicine)" A cure???

    Joan Pearson
    January 13, 2004 - 10:18 pm
    Anne - I'm thinking about your question...the residents of Macondo had been watching the train gangs laying ties but lost interest in them - thinking it was another gypsy trick - to pass off "some concoction put together by journeymen geniuses of Jerusalem." Could that be Jewish merchants? "Journeymen geniuses of Jerusalem" ...poetic in English, I wonder if so in Spanish? Yes, yes, the train, the revolutionizing new marvel that promised benefits for all, only served a very small percentage of the people. To many, it meant the end of the world as they knew it.

    "revolution would be the consequence of development" Barbara, when reading Octavio Paz' observation, I see GGM's irony - it is the Buendia family that has introduced, welcomed and embraced the very development against which they end up rebelling!

    Is there any connection between the coming of the banana company and the death of CAB's 17 boys? (Or do we blame it all on Remedios the Beauty?) At the end of chapter XII the Colonel foresees his sons' death? Does he do anything to avert it?

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 14, 2004 - 12:34 am
    I haven't completed chapter XIII - maybe it explains who and why the boys are killed -

    Thinking further on Remedios the Beauty - after you asked - "If she is an allegory...what does she represent? The beauty and naiveté of Macondo?" - Ok if she is mentally challenged and a beauty I can see how at risk she is - there are so many stories of young women in her situation who are sexually taken advantage of - and yet, within her naiveté or, I am thinking it is beyond just being naive - actually I think she is probably very slow mentally therefore, she has no clue that she is at risk but somehow, she has this protective shield and then, the levitating and disappearing - just like the virgin Mary ascending into heaven --

    I am wondering if she is a statement that innocence, being unworldly, (not a Latino which means to be worldly) going back to the roots of a people which in Latin America is their Indian heritage - if she is an allegory that says; magically, "The cure" - by going back to your roots, you can avoid being "raped" so to speak, taken by outsiders, like the Banana Company, who are about taking - therefore, if modern industry lusts after the innocence of a place, which provides the most opportunity for money since the people can be easily exploited, as the conquistadors took by exploiting those who 'welcomed' them in 1492, the lust of the outsider assures they will fall to their death, just as the man on the roof and others who lusted after Remedios the Beauty.




    For me this book has opened up so much curiosity - I'm on a learning quest - as I said, I've been reading the Paz book and today, came in the mail the VHS series, "The Buried Mirror" aired on PBS in 1992, written and presented by Carlos Fuentes, along with the book that furthers the series - I had ordered it all used from Amazon.com - have only watched one of the five tapes and it is a wonder of understanding -

    He starts with Spain that is Christian but who fought 700 years to rid the country of the Arabs and for the sake of purity in 1492 they also kick out the Jews - but these groups had a great impact and so they are a diverse culture when they come to America, where they create another tri-culture of Spanish, Indian and Blacks, recreating the same struggle - should they embrace the three cultures (he uses the word mestizo) or, root out two of the cultures while preserving the one as they tried in Spain.

    Fuentes says that 1492 was a 'watershed' year for Spain - they were flush with victory, ridding the country of the Arabs and kicking out the Jews when they listened to and funded Columbus' concept that the world was round.

    He says, two driving mythical forces from ancient Spain and the dark caves of Altamira, are the driving forces in all Spanish culture - the Virgin and the Bull. -- the Virgin, Remedios the Beauty!?!

    A by-the-way - He gives the most remarkable explanation of the Bull and the Bull fight I have ever heard - it isn't a sport at all but a ceremony, almost like a religious ceremony but, much older than the influence of religion as we know it.

    Deems
    January 14, 2004 - 05:13 am
    Remedios is one interesting character. Some think her simple-minded; we are told that Ursula need not have worried about protecting her (her great beauty posed the problem of attracting virtually every man who saw her) because she was protected (set apart) from the time she was in her mother's womb.

    Some of the stories about her are funny. The fellow who falls through the roof of the bathroom because he just wants to see her bathing. (Reminds me of the story of Susannah and the Elders in the Apocrypha or David seeing Bathsheba bathing on a nearby roof.)

    I don't know what to make about the bedsheets but clearly as she appears to others in the family to be diminishing, she says that she never felt better and then she ascends. Ascension is reserved for just a few people in the Bible--perhaps Enoch, Elijah and the fiery carriage, Jesus--and later, by tradition, his mother, Mary.

    I'll have to go with Remedios representing a kind of unworldly beauty, a spiritual beauty. She doesn't belong in this world, so she leaves it.

    And Amaranta wants her bedsheets back! That part is really funny. She has been in the neighborhood of a miracle and she things about household goods.

    ~Maryal

    ALF
    January 14, 2004 - 07:21 am
    I loved the part of this story about the marvelous invention that the railroad brought into Macondo- "living images" projected on the screen. They were annoyed that a character who had died in one film magically reappears in the next one. I wonder if Remedios the beauty will follow that lead. Perhaps she will return as Tarzan at the Saturday matinee.

    The residents feel as if the gypsies have returned and are "tricking" them and shun the phonograph and telephones. "It was as if God had decided to put to the test every capacity for surprise and was keeping the inhabitants of Macondo in a permanent alternation between excitement and disappointment, doubt and revelation, to such an extreme that no one knew for certain where the limits of reality lay." Now that is funny.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 14, 2004 - 10:44 am
    hehehe Tarzan swinging on bedsheets -

    Yes that is a fun part and the way Gabo uses his words makes it all the funnier - for me it was a aha moment -

    Back in the 60s when I was very involved with Girl Scouting in Lexington Ky. - the senior scouts (high school girls) were part of a project in cooperation with Berea collage Students where they spent two weeks in one of these communities back in the mountains, the only road in were miles of creek beds - they were winterizing one room school houses and bringing an innoculation program that mushroomed into an opportunity to teach history and help with a reading program while learning how to play a mean game of baseball, everyone's evening passtime in most of these communities.

    Well long story short these folks had their history all mixed up since they too saw all this stuff on a black and white TV that a few families owned and they related to it by the repeat performances of various actors - They had no idea there were still Indians left since the TV always depicted them being killed off - also, when we sometimes took one or two of the children back with us to pick something up at one of the two collages that were spear heading this effort the kids were overwhelmed -

    There was one 10 year old boy who spent a half an hour opening and closing a door - he had never seen a door handle and another trip I was told there was a young 9 or 10 year old girl who kept turning the lights on and off for the same reason, she never saw an electric switch in use - come to think of it there was a lot of stories about what you did or not because of ghosts or queer happenings in a particular spot and stories about certain folks coming back with messages - no ascensions though...

    Scrawler
    January 14, 2004 - 12:02 pm
    "They became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears of affliction had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the uring of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many felt that they had been the victims of some new and showy gypsy business and they decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."

    Oh I would have to agree with the audience - why waste my time becoming involved with the misforunes of "the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings". Is this the beginning of the modern world where we spend more time in the imaginary world of the movies, TV etc. and not enough time in reality. Of course in our day and age we have what is called "reality shows".

    "Something similar happened with the cylinder phonographs that the merry matrons from France brought with them as a substitute for the antiquated hand organs and that for a time had serious effects on the livelihood of the band of musicians. At first curiosity increased the clientele on the forbidden street and there was even word of respectable ladies who disguised themselves as workers in order to observe the novelty of the phonograph from first hand, but from so much and such close observation they soon reached the conclusion that it was not an enchanted mill as everyone had thought and as the matrons had said, but a mechanical trick that could not be compared with something so moving, so human, and so full of everyday truth as a band of musicians."

    You have to admit that the people of Macondo have come to interesting conclusions. In our day and age of CDs, DVDs, radios, TVs, etc. seeing a live performance has taken a backseat for most. To begin with live performances today are so expensive, that the average family of four would have to take out a small loan before they could attend one. But I must say that in my lifetime I have attended some great live performances and wouldn't trade the memories for anything - like when I saw the Beatles in 1964 in San Francisco.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 14, 2004 - 12:09 pm
    "Beatles in 1964 in San Francisco." WOW - was it a crush of people - what an incredable remembrance to carry in your head...

    Joan Pearson
    January 14, 2004 - 10:00 pm
    Anne, was there ANYTHING from the outside world that the people of Macondo valued, once the original excitement wore off and disillusionment set in? GGM is in his best humor when describing the native response to the wonders of modern civilization! But he's making a point with each example, I think.

    Andy: "they thought God was keeping them in a permanent alternation between excitement and disappointment, doubt and revelation...that no one knew for certain where the limits of reality lay." That one sentence explains this book to me. It is funny, but doesn't it help understand and accept Remedios - her strange powers and ascension? No more unbelievable than the guy in the movie coming back live ten minutes after he was shot dead. Marquez tells us the story of Remedios with a straight face...and we must accept his story. This is what happened to her. She didn't pack her bags, catch a train and leave town - she had nothing to pack, did she? hahaha... No, she floated skyward, waving bye bye with Fernanda's bedsheets serving as sails and we don't see her again. (I don't think) But we want to know what she symbolizes, don't we?

    - More funny stories here about the unfortunate young men who lusted after Remedios. Maryal, the poor guy who just wanted to scrub her back. What did you think of the one who "clawed her stomach?" What was that about? He died that very night. Ursula was worried about the 17 Aurelianos who came to the house to party. "She was at the point of bringing on a tragedy among her 17 cousins" - Ursula told her that any children she would bear with any of them would be born with that cursed pig's tail! We have to remember this girl is not entirely blameless here. She either walked around starkers or she wore the diaphanous nightie which revealed to all that she was wearing nothing underneath. She was p-r-o-v-o-c-a-t-i-v-e ...but she didn't know it. She operates on another level. She's not like others in her eating and sleeping habits either - follows her own natural rhythms. She is other worldly - or "unworldly", as Maryal describes her.

    Barbara - her protective shield is key, I think. Not only does it protect her, but it is lethal to those who attempt to defile her. GGM writes, "Remedios is the only one immune to the banana plague." The only one. Hmmm...does this mean she is also lethal to the banana trade? What of the rest of the Buendia family? Didn't they share the excitement of the arrival of the new residents with the rest of the Macondans? I think the banana company is key to our understanding of what Remedios symbolizes. Still not sure. Barbara, did you learn more of the Virgin and the Bull? Was there a virgin depicted in the cave of Altamira? A sacrificial virgin? We'll get to the bottom of this yet!

    Here's a link describing the United Fruit Company, sent by Marvelle, which explains the brute power of the company over its workers and the town. I don't think I'll ever look at a bunch of Dole bananas again without thinking of this story. No, Dole didn't commit the atrocities - they purchased the company in the 1980's...
    "As is always the case, opinions can be found on both sides of the question of whether United Fruit was a benefit or a scourge to Central America."

    Joan Pearson
    January 14, 2004 - 10:25 pm
    Today, I hope you get a chance to read Chapter XIII - Ursula is still a force to be reckoned with...but there is something so wrenching about the ways she tries to hide her blindness - and her general feeling of uselessness. She had been so sure she could raise her great, great grandson, at her age! Now she questions her methods, her effectiveness. She seems so remorseful and full of regrets. The one thing she hasn't lost though is her "luciïty" - not only can she see things in the future, she can see things as they are. As a mother, I really reacted to her realization about the way she raised her own children. Or is GGM saying that Col. Aureliano and Amaranta were predestined to become the people they are today?

    Surely Shirley
    January 15, 2004 - 04:35 am
    "The audience, who paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the uring of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many felt that they had been the victims of some new and showy gypsy business and they decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."

    Oh I would have to agree with the audience - why waste my time becoming involved with the misforunes of "the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings". Is this the beginning of the modern world where we spend more time in the imaginary world of the movies, TV etc. and not enough time in reality. Of course in our day and age we have what is called "reality shows".

    Response is to the comments above. I also enjoyed the book's description of the town's reaction to the new inventions and was particularly stricken with their refusal to become involved with the "acted out misfortunes of imaginary beings". Although it is true that we can criticize movies and television for doing this, isn't this also what books do? We invest our time and imaginations in the misfortunes of fictional characters. Is this any better than doing so through film versions?

    I remember the first time someone referred to reading as being a form of escapism. I, being an avid reader, was offended. Then I realized that it probably is true. After that sunk in, I became less critical of people (mental criticism only as I fortunately never verbalized my superiority feelings) whose form of escapism is film rather than printed media.

    ALF
    January 15, 2004 - 05:45 am
    Surely shirley- and don't call me Shirley. (One of my favorite movies)

    I think that we each choose our own poison when it comes to "escape." I, like you, have circumvented pain, disorder and chaos for years by sticking my nose in a book and living vicariously whereever I chose to go. It has made for grand elusions and flight. I think that most men tend to delve into TV and Sports for their "out."

    I is certainly understandable, Joan why the residents of Macondo lacked excitement when introduced to all of these new contraptions. Even poor old JAB "rolled over " in his grave."

    It was an intricate stew of truths and mirages that convulsed the ghost of Jose Arcadio Buendia uner the chestnut tree with impatience and made him wander all through the house even in broad daylight." I love that image.

    Marvelle
    January 15, 2004 - 09:25 am
    Although I'm not a participant in this discussion due to to time constraints and other interests, I wanted to comment, once only, on the symbolism of Remedios the Beauty.

    Remedios the Beauty (the beautiful remedy) symbolizes, I believe, the purity of simple politics. Certainly GGM uses the bible and religious allusions throughout the novel. There's a corollary with the Virgin Mary, Mother of God, who suffered as her son was killed, sacrificed for the people (banana plague; the actual historical massacres of workers). Mary lived out her normal span of life finishing her tasks on earth and then ascending to Heaven (hanging out the cleansed sheets/souls). Catholics pray to Mary, who was born and lived in a state of grace, as the intermediary for salvation (pray=Political Conventions/Rallies as Carnivale, carne vale, to the Ideal State/Remedios the Beauty).

    The mother of Remedios the Beauty (RB) worked for the B. family household and she was tireless. When she realized, however, that the family had begun to fall into decadence/decay she abandoned the family and disappeared forever, leaving RB, the Pure Ideal, behind. The servant-mother symbolically could be politics when it had developed well enough to work for the people but not progressed into being out of reach of the average person. When society/B. family changed and became more corrupted by outside influences, the working state/mother ceased.

    In place of the mother is Remedios the Beauty, who is an ideal of beauty (politics in grace but not a workable proposition anymore). She is simple and unadorned (pure politics not overly-burdened by fancy laws and regulations or taxes). She is lethal to those who lust after her (the ideal being lethal to those who try to change the country).

    There is a further crisis, an inner decay of society/B. family through outside influences, when the train comes to town and brings with it the banana plague (United Fruit Company which controlled the country for about 30 years; choosing the titular rulers to favor the UFC) and RB/Ideal State begins to pale as the ideal becomes ever more unreachable.

    There is the workers' massacre/sacrifice. RB finishes her task on earth, symbolically hanging out the cleansed sheets/souls, and ascends to Heaven.

    Now the Ideal State/RB is realistically impossible on earth but one can still pray to it/her for salvation or as a yardstick. This type of prayer is particularly used during Political Conventions. The U.S. does the same with its Conventions and Lady Liberty.

    A reader might disagree with GGM's views of politics or history; GGM uses religion symbolism while not necessarily believing - understatement!. I believe the novel is a story of people, a history of GGM's country as well as a cyclic history of the world.

    Marvelle

    Scrawler
    January 15, 2004 - 10:26 am
    "It was as if God had decided to put to the test every capacity for surprise and was keeping the inhabitants of Macondo in a permanent alternation, to excitement and disappointment, doubt and revelation, to such an extreme that no one knew for certain where the limits of reality lay. It was an intricate stew of truths and mirages that convulsed the ghost of Jose Arcadio Buendia under the chestnut tree with impatience and made him wande all through the house even in broad daylight."

    "Among those theatrical creatures, wearing riding breeches and leggings, a pith helmet and steel-rimmed glasses, with topaz eyes and the skin of a thin rooster, there arrived in Macondo on one of so many Wednesdays the cubby and smiling Mr. Herbert, who ate the house. No one noticed him at the table until the first bunch of bananas that they were accustomed to hang in the dining room during lunch, he picked the first piece of fruit without great enthuiasm. But he kept on eating as he spoke, tasting, chewing, more with the distraction of a wise man than with the delight of a good eater, and when he finished the first bunch he asked them to bring him another. Then he took a small case with optical instruments out of the toolbox that he always carried with him. With the suspicious attention of a diamond merchant he examined the banana meticulously, dissecting it with a special scalpel, weighing the pieces on a pharmacist's scale, and calculating its breadth with a gunsmith's calipers."

    This symbolizes the arrival of the "modern age" into Macondo. From now on there is an influx of foreigners to Macondo.

    Joan Pearson
    January 15, 2004 - 11:12 am
    Surely, Andy, I'm curious - would you both prefer to "escape" into a book or a movie? There's something else that occurs to me when we talk of reading and movies. We know how the people of Maconda reacted to the movies - but do you see them reading? There are letters written...so they do know how to read and write, but do they read books? What do they do for enjoyment? How do they "escape"?

    Barbara's posts on the different racial groups in Maconda makes me think now of the language differences. Does it seem that GGM makes more of the language differences than he does the racial? Do you know what I mean? There was the language, (Indian - Guajiro?) which Amaranta and Arcadio learned as children from their nurse, Visitacion. before they learned Spanish. There was the Latin JAB spoke in the courtyard...the Sanskrit in which Melquiades wrote his texts. And remember how important language was during the insomnia plague...the post-its with the names of items and their functions? Language was key to continued existence...

    Marvelle! What a pleasant surprise to see you here this morning. Thank you for your insight on Remedios the Beauty! I'm going to have to think about this some more. She represented "the purity of simple politics"? Your post reminded me of the just-washed (purified sheets) she was hanging when she began to rise. I just reread that section again. Remedios the B. became extremely white. She was hanging Fernanda's "brabant" sheets - looked that up - they were from the Netherlands. Part of Fernanda's dowry. Valuable. What I find amusing about the episode...the reaction of "some outsiders" when they heard of it - they suspected the "levitation" was just a cover story created by her family to explain Remedios' loss of honor and disappearance from town. But "most people believed in the miracle"...including Fernanda, as she prayed for the return of her sheets. It is easier for these people to believe in such supernatural events than to hunt for the truth? What is GGM's message here?

    Anne, Mr. Herbert sounds like a scientist as he examines the bananas, doesn't he? More irony. The Macondans are not impressed, their lives are not improved with the scientific technology that come in to them from the outside...but Mr. Herbert and the outsiders find something very "natural" that they will take away - their lives will improve dramatically. The modern age exploits the natural world. Remedios the natureal Beauty was the only one who was immune to the banana plague. She's gone, but is she forgotten?

    Deems
    January 15, 2004 - 01:10 pm
    Marvelle's political analysis is very interesting.

    I do have one problem with it which is seeing Remedios the Beauty as some sort of representative of ideal politics. My problem is that I cannot imagine such a politics in action. How would any political system work with NO rules? Remedios, who runs around the house "starkers" as Joan in her British mode has indicated. She has no shame about her body nor is she interested in eating with utensils. She certainly does act "lawlessly" if you think about ordinary social behavior.

    But a political system operating in such a manner sound a lot like anarchy to me.

    Nothing I say about politics should be given more than a cursory glance though since I am one of the more apolitical people I know. Yes, I vote. No, I don't get involved in either party because I have become disillusioned. Actually the disillusionment has been there a looonnnnng time.

    I do like the section that several of you have pointed to about the Macondians becoming disillusioned with the movies that come to town because they think the actors are real. When an actor dies in one movie, and then appears in another, they are upset. I understand the reaction and I do think it is part of the fun Marquez has in this chapter. How absurd it is that we--or most of us--take such pleasure in the fictional world, be it books or movies. Maybe fictional people are easier to understand than real people. I think we do learn a lot about human behavior by reading and that we read about more different types of people than we could ever meet in the "real" world.

    I also really enjoy Marquez description of the Macondians disappointment with hot air balloons. After all, they have already had such fun rides on flying carpets. He introduces the comparison so gently that it takes a minute for the mind to catch up and say--hold on a minute, flying carpets are "not real" and hot air balloons are "real."

    I've decided that I don't care whether something is "real" or not. Marquez shows me parts of human behavior that I know are real and that's enough.

    I don't have any more difficulty accepting Remedios the Beauty's ascent on the fine sheets than I do accepting that periodically Melquiades returns from the dead.

    Joan--good point. The Macondians don't seem to be readers of books. Of course, we do have the manuscripts that can't be read yet.

    ~Maryal

    Surely Shirley
    January 16, 2004 - 04:04 am
    I prefer books over movies for my entertainment. Books are easier to fit into one's schedule. You can carry them with you and read for the length of time that you have available. Movies do have an advantage of letting you see and hear the characters. Sometimes though I have a problem when watching movies at home of tending to doze! My youngest son and I recently finished watching the top 100 movies of all time (per the American Film Institute; we did, however, not watch Pulp Fiction)and are now watching the Academy Award winners that were not on the prior list. We only watch them when it works out for both of us so our project will probably take a couple of years to complete. Sometimes I wonder about the wisdom of those who made the selections, but this project has enabled us to see the movies we often hear references of. We have been able to check most of the movies out from the library so the project is inexpensive to boot.

    ALF
    January 16, 2004 - 06:07 am
    Pulp Fiction is the only movie that I have ever walked out on.

    Movies were my passion as a young child but as Shirley says, books adapt easier to "your" lifestyle and can go anywhere you wish to take them. Every time I go to the doctor she asks me what I am reading now because I always have a book to "disappear" into.

    I wonder what the Maconado(ites) did for diversion besides look up Pilar in the middle of the night, strategize wars and eat dirt. Hahah- They were the pioneers so other than the books that CAB, JAB and Melquaides recorded the results of their alchemy studies, what books would they have had? AND-- had they the books their awe and consternation would have been less when the outside world began to move in on them.

    Marvelle
    January 16, 2004 - 08:25 am
    Maryal, I agree about the anarchy. We see men who try to 'attain the ideal' and are led to grief. The ideal isn't practical or possible and is only a unrealized dream. Another way of viewing Remedios the Beauty, whose mother worked tirelessly for the B. family/society until she saw they were going down the path of decay & so she left them, is that RB is the soul of the country, or the soul in a state of grace (same political-social consequences).

    Marvelle

    Jo Meander
    January 16, 2004 - 11:10 am
    I’m somewhat distracted by my recent studies in mythology, so this allusion probably won’t make sense. If I don’t mention it, however, I’m going to have trouble focusing on the rest of the discussion! (Ever have a thought like that, one that haunts you like an old song?)
    Remedios the Beauty is an ironic Aphrodite / Venus figure. Aphrodite is the goddess of love, beauty and fertility, and one source I came across interprets her as the mythological character that could think only of love and caused everybody else, gods and human, to dwell on that condition when under her spell. When I was reading about her, I thought of the effect Remedios had on all the men in Macondo, moving them to tears and total fixation upon her when she walked into a room or down a street. She “gave off a breath of perturbation, a tormenting breeze that was still perceptible several hours after she had passed by. “. . . The men who were working along the rows felt possessed by a strange fascination, menaced by some invisible danger, and many succumbed to a terrible desire to weep.” Then when she ascends with the bed sheets, my brain substitutes the image of Botticelli’s Birth of Venus, emerging from the shell against a beautiful pastel sky, the wind blowing her hair and the streaming garments held by her attendants.


    This is from a site called LOGGIA, an art info source:“The work demonstrates Botticelli's mastery of sinuous line and supple form. . . . As the title suggests, the Birth of Venus represents the moment when the goddess was born. According to Classical mythology, Venus emerged, fully-grown, from the sea. . . . Venus appears on an enormous shell that serves as a platform. She stands demurely in the center of the painting, modestly covering her nude body with elegant hands and masses of golden hair. A gentle breeze, which is personified as a wind god, lifts the hair of Venus. The wind also causes draperies to flutter attractively, and a myriad of pink rose blossoms also float on the soft current of air. This wind-blown effect simultaneously activates the painting and captures the moment of birth beautifully.”


    I see Remedios the Beauty, she who drove men wild (Aphrodite drove men and gods wild), ascending against the beautiful sky with Fernanda’s bed sheets, disappearing into whatever heaven is available to the beautiful, passionless and otherwise.
    Another goddess, Artemis/Diana, turned Acheron into a stag and let his hounds tear him apart because he had accidentally witnessed her bathing. One of Remedios’ “conquests” fell to his death while peeking through the broken tiles at her while she was bathing. Could GMM have been thinking about the ladies of Mythology?

    What’s the point? Maybe GGM was just enjoying his gift for creating hyperbolic characters, or he may have thought it necessary to include one who elicits powerful emotion, as distracting and dangerous at times as the struggle for survival and the thirst for power. He says that “She was becalmed in a magnificent adolescence,” perhaps, like Macondos, not ready for her destiny? At times Macondos seems to benefit, but inevitably it suffers from the encroachment of the modern world. GGM rescues Remedios from all intruders; Macondos cannot escape.

    Jo Meander
    January 16, 2004 - 11:19 am
    http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/botticelli/venus/venus.jpg

    Scrawler
    January 16, 2004 - 11:31 am
    "The supposition that Remedios the Beauty possessed powers of death was then borne out by four irrefutable events."

    "In spite of the fact that Colonel Aureliano Buendia kept on believing and repeating that Remedios the Beauty was in reality the most lucid being he had ever known and that she showed it as every moment with her startling ability to put things over on everyone, they let her go her own way."

    "She had just finished saying it when Fernanda felt a delicate wind of light pull sheets out of her hands and open them up wide. Amaranta felt a mysterious trembling in the lace on her petticoats and she tried to grasp the sheet so that she would not fall down at the instant in which Remedios the Beauty began to rise. Ursula, almost blind at the time, was the only person who was sufficiently calm to identify the nature of that determined wind and she left the sheets to the mercy of the light as she watched Remedios the Beauty waving good-bye in the midst of the flapping sheets that rose up with her, abandoning with her the environment of beetles and dahlias and passing through the air with her as four o'clock in the afternoon came to an end, and they were lost forever with her in the upper atmosphere where not even the highest-flying birds of memory could reach her."

    I think this represents Mary, the mother of God ascending into heaven. In this case Remedios was too beautiful to remain on earth and so she ascended into the "upper atmosphere".

    "Perhaps there might have been talk of nothing else of Remedios for a long time if not the barbarous extermination of the Aurelianos had not replaced amazement with horror. Although he had never thought of it as an omen, Colonel Aureliano Buendia had foreseen the tragic end of his sons in a certain way."

    "During the course of that week, at different places along the coast, his seventeen sons were hunted down like rabbits by invisible criminals who aimed at the center of their crosses of ash."

    "She would not let him out until the fourth day, when the telegrams received from different places along the coast made it clear that the fury of the invisible enemy directed only at the brothers marked with crosses of ash."

    "The night of the extermination two men had gone to get him at his house and shot at him with their revolvers but they missed the cross of ash."

    I think the deaths of Bendia's 17 sons had more to do with the objection of the church than anything that Buendia may have done or didn't do. In the fact that Remedios ascended into heaven, I'm sure the organized religion wanted to "nip any more miracles in the bud".

    Deems
    January 16, 2004 - 02:35 pm
    She is an interesting character, isn't she? Whether we look at Marvelle's political material or Jo's connecting Remedios to the ancient Greek/ Roman gods, not to mention Botticelli's wonderful painting, or we agree with Scrawler that in some ways Remedios the Beauty represents Mary, we all have a take on her.

    Today, I actually had some time at work to reread Chap. 12 and I noticed a narrative comment about Remedios the Beauty that I hadn't picked up on before.

    On p. 253 (pb), we find:

    The supposition that Remedios the Beauty possessed powers of death was then borne out by four irrefutable events. Although some men who were easy with their words said that it was worth sacrificing one's life for a night of love with such an arousing woman, the truth was that no one made any effort to do so. Perhaps, not only to attain her but also to conjure away her dangers, all that was needed was a feeling as primitive and as simple as that of love, but that was the only thing that did not occur to anyone.

    Really like the distinction that Marquez makes here between sexually passionate love and the other deeper love (not without sexual passion but encompassing and exceeding it). Apparently none of the men who were so deeply aroused by her actually loved her, nor did anyone think that his love might have made her not dangerous. Cool idea. Real love would have made Remedios accessible to the lover.

    We toss the word LOVE around so casually sometimes, but we all know that there is a deep and abiding love that exists, sometimes in combination with other kinds of love, or the acting out of love.

    Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    January 16, 2004 - 10:07 pm
    Surely, I'm with you - I'll take a good book any day. Especially over the movies based on books. Movies dictate how the characters look and act - how the casting director or scriptwriter sees them. I prefer to let the author's characters speak to me and let my imagination fill in the rest.

    Maryal, I agree - we all look at Remedios a bit differently. Perhaps she's a composite?
    * <PURITY OF SIMPLE POLITICS - (Maryal, your mention that you find yourself apolitical resonates - "Remedios was the only one immune to the banana plague." That sets her apart from everyone on the very political issue of the banana company, including her family, doesn't it? She's apolitical just like you!

  • SOUL of the COUNTRY - Andy observes that if the people of Maconda were book readers, the outside world would have been less likely to move in on them. They do seem so naive - and vulnerable, don't they? Easily impressed by novelty, and then disillusioned - when it is too late. But what of Remedios? She's not vulnerable, is she? She's "immune" No one takes advantage of her as they did her country.

  • AN APHRODITE/VENUS figure - But Jo, your source that identifies Remedios as the mythological character that could think of nothing but love - do you see Remedios in this role - or the reverse? Oh, I just noticed that you said "ironic" figure. I looked Botticelli's Venus - at the "wind guys" trying to blow away her strategically placed curls. They look positively lascivious to me...like the men who follow lust after Remedios.

  • Soul in the STATE of GRACE - this would be the resemblance to Mary's ascension in the purity of the just-washed sheets. She has power over death. Anne, her ascension is miraculous...but I'm interested in what you said about the 17 Aurelianos. Do you think the Church is behind the the hunt, rather than the government's fear they would start trouble with CAB? "Organized religion wanted to nip any more miracles in the bud."

  • AN UNLOVED/UNLOVEABLE WOMAN...Maryal...love, or lack of love seems to be a major theme here, doesn't it? I think we need to talk about this one some more!
  • Joan Pearson
    January 16, 2004 - 10:33 pm
    A few more thoughts on Remedios and then on the lack of love within the Buendia family...

    Do you remember her beginnings and how she came by the name, "Remedios?" Her father, Arcadio, Jose Arcadio's son by Pilar, lusted after Pilar, (not knowing that she was his mother.) Her father was not born from a loving union, nor did he "love" Pilar when he lusted after her and was tricked into sleeping with Santa Sofia instead. That one night of "love" resulted in the birth of the little girl that no one cared enough about to name for years after her birth. When he faced the firing squad, Arcadio left instructions to name the girl, "Ursula"...but he meant to say "Remedios"...I wonder why? What was his relationship with CAB's young wife, Remedios? There's been a lot written about the significance of the names in this book. Well, Santa Sofia decided that the name Ursula conjured up suffering and sadness, so she chose the name Remedios on her own. From the start the girl was unloved. Nor does she love. As Maryal, pointed out, things might have been different if someone loved her. But maybe she didn't love anyone either. Immune to love?

    Have you read Chapter XIII yet? I feel so bad for Ursula as she attempts to handle her decline...Reminds me of the way the people of Maconda tried to handle the insomnia plague. Remember those little post-its they hung on everything, describing the function of everything, anticipating the day they won't remember?

    Actually, I don't pity Ursula for trying to cope with her decrepitude, but rather the realization that she has raised children who are incapable of love. Can there be any worse realization for a mother? CAB has never loved anyone, not even his wife. She knew this about him before he was born...when she heard him cry in her womb. I was stunned at the words, "she begged God to let him die in her womb." What kind of a mother is this? She realizes that Amaranta is incapable of love too...has lost the struggle between love and cowardice, fear. What made me shake my head - she is now beginning to think loving thoughts of Rebeca - "the only one with the unbridled courage she had wanted for her line."

    Marvelle
    January 17, 2004 - 01:59 pm
    When I read a complex work I try to figure out first what the author intended as with Remedios. I'm not sure if RB is symbolic of GGM's ideal politics or the soul of the country but I was following his clues; my likes and dislikes, my interests, my political views (non-political) take a back seat when trying to figure out what was intended by the author.

    I look as well as I can at the 'clues' or connect-the-dot literary techniques of the story to include the plot, events, allusions, symbols. It can also include, only with very complex works and after a first or second reading, what I've learned from the author's other works.

    Only when I feel I know what the author is saying will I express approval or disapproval of the author's viewpoint. I'm not at that point in "Solitude" so a pro/con position would be premature for me.

    With a complex work, the author's viewpoint can be muddled which is fine with me because I like complexity in literature, as a mirror of life, and I like things that aren't rigidly either/or. I read because I love books. I read to enter an author's world and, if I'm lucky, to find out a little more about myself through my interaction with that world.

    Magic realism is an interesting way of writing. I loved the links that were posted here on it and it's an old technique, used not only by Latin American writers before GGM but in other parts of the world. It seems to work best when written as if an every-day occurrence, almost taken for granted. Loved the Ascension! And GGM takes it further and writes of every-day occurrences as if they were miraculous. After a bit you, the reader, begin to see it all as a miracle.

    Marvelle

    Jo Meander
    January 17, 2004 - 07:26 pm
    http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/botticelli/venus/venus.jpg


    Thought that it might be interesting tolook at both....


    http://goldey.gbc.edu/~kneavela/Chapters/ch14/assumption_of_mary.htm

    Joan Pearson
    January 17, 2004 - 08:11 pm
    Marvelle, frequently I get the feeling that I am over-analyzing in an attempt to understand the meaning, instead of simply accepting the "magic" as real. The people of Macondo accept the ascension as the miracle GGM describes, don't they? Even Fernanda prays to her for intercession for the return of her bedsheets - she's a believer! A cult-like following grows up around this miracle - it reminds me of when CAB's young wife, Remedios died. To a lesser degree, she became more revered than when she lived. Remember the burning candle before her daguerrotype - a shrine in the Buendia house for years.

    Jo! Our minds were running along the same channel. I was just about to post that the Church expects the same acceptance of the magical realism of Mary's Ascension and Coronation as queen of heaven. Remedios, like Mary did not experience death as other human beings. (She didn't live like other human beings either. Thanks for the two paintings! Both "magical" - Remedios more like Venus, more worldly, voluptuous, less chaste. I thought of Marilyn Monroe when I read about Remedios.

    Joan Pearson
    January 17, 2004 - 08:36 pm
    We're a little over half-way through the book and the one many of us saw as the main character has died suddenly - in the same courtyard where his father died! Were you surprised? I wasn't ready - the man was less than 50 years of age, and we were told when he didn't die before the firing squad that he'd live to a ripe old age. I took that as a promise of sorts, that Macondo would get past the warring and CAB would settle down in a more peaceful time. Silly me. Is it significant that both of the Buendia boys died with their pants down? What was on GGM's mind in portraying the deaths in such an indecorous manner. Is that the right word? Undignified? Is that better? No, I really wasn't prepared for this turn of events, although I had passed beyond thinking that the story belonged to Colonel Aureliano...

    I heard Ursula, (or was it Fernanda) say that the only person with whom CAB had an affinity was his nephew, Jose Arcadio Segundo, who is now a foreman with the banana company. Both twins bear watching, but it is Aureliano Segundo who is carrying on the line. Surprise! Surprise! Fernanda has produced a third child, a little girl - named Amaranta Ursula. Will the circle be unbroken?

    Scrawler
    January 18, 2004 - 12:43 pm
    "In the bewilderment of her last years, Urusla had had little free time to attend to the papal education of Jose Arcadio, and the time came for him to get ready to leave for the seminary right away."

    "Ursula felt tormented by grave doubts concerning the effectiveness of the methods with which she had molded the spirit of the languid appentice Supreme Pontiff, but she did not put the blame on her staggering old age or the dark clouds that barely permitted her to make out the shape of things, but on something that she herself could not really define and that she conceived confusedly as a progressive breakdown of time. "The years nowdays don't pass the way the old ones used to," she would say, feeling that everyday reality was slipping from her hands."

    "The truth was that Ursula resisted growing old even when she had already lost count of her age and she was a bother on all sides as she tried to meddle in everything and as she annoyed strangers with the questions as to whether they had left a plaster Saint Joseph to be kept until the rains were over during the days of the war."

    "Later on she was to discover the unforeseen help of odors, which were defined in the shadows with a strength that was much more convincing than that of bulk and color, and which saved her finally from the shame of admitting defeat. In the darkness of the room she was able to thread a needle and sew a buttonhole and she knew when the milk was about to boil. She knew with so much certainty the location of everything that she herself forgot that she was blind at times."

    "Even though the trembling of her hands was more and more noticeable and the weight of her feet was too much for her, her small figure was never seen in so many places at the same time. She was almost as diligent as when she had the whole weight of the house on her shoulders. Nevertheless, in the impenetrable solitude of decrepitude she had such clairvoyance as she examined the most insignificant happenings in the family that for the first time she was clearly the truths that her busy life in former times had prevented her from seeing."

    Both my grandparents went slowly blind in their later years. When I took them shopping at the grocery store; I used to marvel at the way they were able to get around and know where all the groceries were. My grandfather owned a small grocery store most of his life and he was still able to pick out the best fruits and vegetables just by their smell and touch. They were both very strong, independent individuals.

    ALF
    January 18, 2004 - 01:04 pm
    Scrawler: Yes, the "progressive breakdown of time" is upon Ursula whether she refuses to grow old or not. She's the meddler isn't she? Why did she annoy strangers asking whether they had left a plaster statue of St. Joseph?

    Someone just sent us a plastic statue of St. Joseph and told us to dig a six inch hole, bury him head down, feet up and cover him. This will ensure the sale of the house! Hey, who am I to question St. Joseph, he is now standing upside down with his feet facing heaven.

    OOps, sorry Joan, back to the story.

    I loved this part of the sotry where Ursula developed her other senses enabling her to go about her business (busy bodiness) as usual. It is amasing how olften and to what degree people can accomodate the deficiency of one sense, highly delvoping the others. The blind hear and "sense" better. The "deaf" fell and see better. Old Ursula she conjured up games with the young-uns to decieve the other members of the household. Smart old lady, huh?

    I pity her emotional well being , particularly in regards to CAB, the "man incapable of love." Did we read that before where Ursula heard him weeping in utero and while others forsaw great things for CAB such as being a prophet or a ventriloquist (teehee) Ursula knew that that moan was the "fearful pigs's tail." This author brings me to tears in one sentence and has me choking in hysterics from the next.

    Deems
    January 18, 2004 - 01:13 pm
    I'm also impressed with how well Ursula keeps her blindness from the family. Andy, good point about other senses sharpening to make up for the lost one. It makes me wonder how much we would all take in if we really USED all our senses, the five ones we have (if we still have all five).

    Ursula is a sort of busybody, but I can understand her trying to find the rightful owner of St Joseph and the gold. After all, it was left in her care and she wants to give it back. It's my guess that whoever left it there died in one of the wars.

    I was very glad that Marquez decided to tell us about Ursula as she aged rather than explaining in detail what she did to assure that her grandson (great grandson?) would grow up to be pope!

    Deems
    January 18, 2004 - 01:14 pm
    Andy--I've been told to do the same thing with a statue of St. Joseph if I wanted to sell property. There's some sort of story behind it. Is he the patron saint of houses or something?

    Joan, do you know?

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 18, 2004 - 01:59 pm
    Now we call all manner of physical prayer "Old Wives Tales" - heck my mother's cousin for years wore a hemp rope around her waist as a sacrifice to God so that she would become pregnant - we all had St. Crhistopher medals sewn to our bathing suits - we never got in a car without our scapulars on to assure a safe trip - we blessed everything under God's green earth with holy water often bringing things to the priest for his special blessings - And yes, many of my clients bury ST. Joseph - here many have a longer ritual where they circle the house backwards dribbling salt next to the foundation as they walk and praying all the way. Of course, the practical is the by product, the salt assures no weeds or grass will grow up next to the foundation which is great when it is inspected.

    Here is a great link about burying St. Joe, that they are calling "Old Wives Tales."

    http://www.oldwivestales.net/QandAarticle1071.html

    ALF
    January 18, 2004 - 02:36 pm
    Well he's upside down now sent to me by the "Underground Real Estate Agent." It was ordered from www.St. JosephStatue.com if you ca believe that one the tradition came from an order of nuns who prayed to the patron saint of the family and household needs when the nuns needed land for convents. It says today thousands of homesellers and agent continue this successful tradition. My friend who sent it said that her friend up in NY just sold her property after having it listed for over six months. I guess she planted the saint and a guy stopped the next day inquiring about her property. We can only hope----

    Traude S
    January 18, 2004 - 04:52 pm
    JOAN, I believe Úrsula didn't intend to make a pest of herself with her questions, but in her own conscientious, persistent fashion she wanted to return the money to its rightful owner. (Watch for more.)

    It was she who took care of the practical needs from the early days when JAB decided to pack up and leave, with 21 intrepid village souls and the pregnant Úrsula, to escape the haunting of Prudencio Aguilar's ghost, and when, after founding Macondo, JAB locked himself in his lab with or without Melquíades to hatch fanciful dreams.

    If the children turned out to be "incapable of love" as we are told, that may well have been their predisposition (or genetic makeup, we could say), not necessarily the result of their upbringing. When the teenage José Arcadio, her first-born, ran off with the Gysies, Úrsula ran after him, leaving behind the nursing baby, Amaranta. We are not told where she went, just that she eventually came back without the boy but with a group of different people who settled in Macondo.

    JOAN, no, the death of Colonel Aureliano did not surprise me. He came home a different man, worn out and prematurely aged by the endless warring and rebellions, and perhaps tired after his countless amorous encounters. He no longer had any lust for life. After his final return there is no purpose in his life, other than the eternal cycle of meticulously making and adorning the little fishes, selling them, and melting down the coins received in payment to make more of the same.



    There are beautiful lyrical, even moving passages and striking similes in the book, but the description of Colonel Aureliano's death is rather crude, even indelicate. Also there is the story (not mentioned here before) of Fernanda's golden chamber pot with the royal crest that she won't give up, to Úrsula's consternation (and then has more made).

    Actually, I did not see Colonel Aureliano as the central figure, in fact I believe there is no one central figure in the book. Rather it presents, I think, the story of six generations of Buendías, the rise and fall of one family in the span of one hundred years. But we will have to wait for the end to find out.

    MARVELLE, how good to see you here ! It's been a long time. Your input is always valuable. Thank you.

    Joan Pearson
    January 18, 2004 - 05:15 pm
    Barbara, thank you for the link to "patron saint of homesellers!" I had never heard of this custom/tradition/belief - have you kept a record? Do those who bury the statue sell quicker than those who do not? Do statues planted in the front yard by your sign, facing the house - sell faster than those buried in the back yard? We laugh, but IF your answer is yes, then what do you think? Magical realism?

    Andy, don't forget the important part of the bargain if you do sell the house:
    "Oh, St. Joseph, guardian of household needs, we know you don't like to be upside down in the ground, but the sooner escrow closes the sooner we will dig you up and put you in a place of honor in our new home. Please bring us an acceptable offer (or any offer!) and help sustain our faith in the real estate market."

    I've heard that if you skip the prayer, the deal will fall through! Maryal, I know that St. Joseph is considered the patron of quite a number of things...the patron saint of carpenters, of workers. And then there are the two I think GGM might have had in mind... the patron saint of fathers and the patron saint of a happy death.

    Ursula had been prostrating herself in prayer before the statue of St. Joseph, without realizing it was stuffed with gold coins. One day a worker bumps into it and smashes it and Ursula is disgusted to find that she has been worshiping gold...and buries it until the men who left the statue return for it. It's not going to happen, is it? Those men were rebels, long gone. But what was Ursula praying for to St. Joseph, before she learned of the gold? Was she praying to the patron of fathers - the patron of a happy death? Or did she hope to sell the house? haha.. Good luck, Andy!

    Joan Pearson
    January 18, 2004 - 05:34 pm
    Traudee, you just reminded me of another example of Ursula's "mothering" - where was she all those months while JAB did the best he could with the newborn Amaranta? What kind of a mother runs off leaving a nursing newborn at home chasing after her grown son? When she comes back, she enters the town triumphantly with new friends, new clothes...What has she been doing all this time? Did she never think of Amaranta? Is there something about Amaranta that makes her fear the pig tale curse? And Aureliano - she prayed to God that he would die in her womb because she hears him crying within. Traudee, I'm sensing that the inability to love may very well be the feared pig's tail. Pigs don't love. Is this trait - this inability to love passed on down the line? Do you feel that Aureliano Segundo loves Petra Cotes? If not, what do you call it? Would the love he feels for Petra be the cause for the great abundance that comes from the relationship?

    Anne, your grandparents were so lucky to have you. Ursula kept her blindness and other ailments her secret. There was no one to marvel at or congratulate her on how well she was coping. Isn't it sad that she had NO ONE in whom she could confide? Yes, she learned to cope, but keeping her infirmities secret seemed to underscore the fact that her children were incapable of returning love ...love they never felt from her. I noticed that she is described more than once as "clairvoyant" - is this one of her character traits that has been passed on the the Aurelianos in the family?

    Joan Pearson
    January 18, 2004 - 05:46 pm
    I'd love to hear what you thought of the Elephant Lady episode. They both made "pigs" of themselves, didn't they? It was humorous...but did you notice that at one point, the Elephant Lady realizes she is going to win the contest, not because she had more capacity for the food, but because because she sensed Aureliano Segundo's character deficiency. What did she mean?

    I thought it was interesting that CAB was the only one unable to see his father in the courtyard. Had he seen him, would he have died as he did? Do you have any idea of the significance of the "death while urinating" scene?

    Joan Pearson
    January 18, 2004 - 09:36 pm
    Quick, who's good at math? Just heard from Jo...Ursula is 100 and CAB is 50ish when he dies? Something is not quite right? Geez, Aureliano wasn't even her last child! Help!

    Deems
    January 19, 2004 - 09:47 am
    Col. Aureliano is an old man experientially. The constant war has aged him way beyond his years. I wasn't surprised to read about his death, but I did find it significant that he was the only one who could not see the ghost of JAB.

    I also think it's significant that he urinates at the base of the chestnut tree where he was long confined, and where Ursula continues to go to talk to him. This has to be disrespect for the father as well as disrespect for the dead. But it also seems to tell us a little more about Col. Aureliano who has no more illusions. His heart has turned to stone. Seems that any spiritual part of him has died somewhere in the past, so his actual physical death doesn't have the effect it might have had.

    The very last sentence of chapter 14 shows us how well this translator has worked. "The family did not find him until the following day at eleven o'clock in the morning when Santa Sofia de la Piedad went to throw out the garbage in back and her attention was attracted by the descending vultures."

    I don't have the book in Spanish and thus cannot check to see if Marquez's original ends with "descending vultures," but they give a perfect shock and chill. Apparently the family does not find him because no one happens to go out in back of the house and because they wouldn't be looking for him since he has become such a recluse.

    As for the ages of Ursula and Col. Aureliano, I don't think Marquez is being especially careful about chronology. Faulkner sometimes was not as well, and if you start applying math it isn't going to work out.

    Maryal

    Jo Meander
    January 19, 2004 - 01:07 pm
    I just assumed he was much older thatn 40 or 50 because of Ursula's age and because so much has happened. I remember when he was coming back from one of his wars, GGM said something about how much he had aged already, that his hair was receding and his face was lined, and I thought he said that he was only in his 40's then? I don't know which chapter, but it was a generation or two of babies ago!

    Joan Pearson
    January 19, 2004 - 03:58 pm
    Jo, you're right! Our colonel was much older than 50 - as Maryal says, "Col. Aureliano is an old man experientially." Here's where I got the idea (mistaken) that he was younger...
    "One had to see only the days of sun and dew that poor Jose Arcadio Buendia went through under the chestnut tree and the time needed to mourn his death before thy brought in a dying Colonel Aureliano Buendia, who after so much war and so much suffering from it was still not fifty years old." )from the second page of Chapter 13)
    I'd forgotten his suicide attempt following the signing of the Treaty of Neerlandia. He was as good as dead, wasn't he? He's a recluse, coming out of his room only to urinate on the chestnut tree - spending his days turning out those gold fish and melting them down again - one day just like the next. As with his father, every day was the same. Time had stopped for each of them. Death. They both had interrupted dreams the day they died, too. Did you notice? CAB dreams he's in a new house with white walls for the first time...realizes while he is asleep that he's had this same dream many times...except this time the barber knocks and interrupts the dream. JAB had a similar interrupted dream, which ended with his death. No yellow flowers for the Colonel, though. Garbage and vultures...

    So CAB IS and old man, Jo - Ursula is 100+ and Amaranta is getting on in years too. In Chapter XIV we find her working on her own shroud. Old Santa Sofia, quietly keeping the house running. Not to forget Rebeca - still sealed up in that falling down house. She's still alive - if that's what you want to call it. (An interesting discovery in XIV about the shroud Amaranta has been working on.) These people are the walking dead! Do you find it hard to hard to believe there are children living in the house too? I don't think we've met a young Buendia girl yet...Meme is the first one, obedient to her mother's wishes, but...

    Surely Shirley
    January 20, 2004 - 04:01 am
    One of my favorite lines in the book was in Chapter 13 when as Auereliano Segundo began transferring his things to Petra Cotes's, Fernanda realized that she was "a widow whose husband had still not died". A sad state for a marriage to be in, but one that is probably not uncommon.

    Joan Pearson
    January 20, 2004 - 09:12 am
    Unfortunately it is not an uncommon state today, Surely - although women today are much less likely to stand for such behavior. One reason they do is for the sake of the children. Is that why Fernanda chooses to look the other way? She is another of Marquez' characters who does not seem to need love, just status. Her daughter, Meme (short for Renata Remedios) takes after her father and the Buendia side of the family, doesn't she? Can you imagine the chaos in the house when she brings home the 68 school mates and Fernanda has to put them up - purchasing the 72 chamber new chamber pots, etc. Meme is the outgoing sort who loves life - a Jose Arcadio throwback. I'm curious - How are you pronouncing her name? Maryal asked that the other day...MeeMee? or Mem? The word "même" in French means "the same" - I'm wondering if she will encounter the same fate as the other two Remedios in the story - each meeting a strange end before before they even started living their adult lives.

    There are other characters in this story who were widows with living husbands... Ursula comes to mind. All those years JAB spent in the courtyard not knowing or caring who she is...But she stays - for the children.

    Deems
    January 20, 2004 - 10:27 am
    here are definitions from the OED:

    Pessary, noun

    [ad. med.L. pessrium, f. L. pess-um, -us, a. Gr. (pl. , as if from ), an oval stone used in playing a game like draughts; hence, a medicated plug, as here.]

    1. Med. A medicated plug of wool, lint, etc., to be inserted in the neck of the womb, or other aperture of the body, for the cure of various ailments; a suppository. Obs.


    c1400 Lanfranc's Cirurg. 339 A medicyn..at is putt in binee wi a clisterie, ouer wi a pessarie for to make clene a mannes lymes wiinne. 1562 TURNER Herbal II. 25b, The floures of the wilde grape..are good to put in pessaries to stanche blode. 1681 Phil. Trans. XII. 18, I thought I had sufficiently arm'd my Senses against it,..my Ears with Cotton, my Nose with Pessaries, my mouth with Sponges, all dipt in Vinegars and Treacles. 1718 QUINCY Compl. Disp. 113 It is..used outwardly in the Form of a Pessary. 1860 TANNER Pregnancy iii. 137 A very efficient medicated pessary.



    2. Surg. An instrument of elastic or rigid material worn in the vagina to prevent or remedy various uterine displacements.


    1754-64 SMELLIE Midwif. I. 418 Different kinds of pessaries..of a triangular, quadrangular, oval, or circular shape. 1805 Med. Jrnl.


    IV. 98 A case of Prolapsus Uteri, in which the sponge pessary seems to have a decided and manifest superiority. 1846 F. BRITTAN tr. Malgaigne's Man. Oper. Surg. 556 Pessaries..some..are called vaginal pessaries; the others, called uterine pessaries. 1861 HULME tr. Moquin-Tandon II. III. ii. 81 The manufacture of artificial teats, pessaries, and other surgical instruments.


    Definition two is the one that applies to Fernanda, but I thought people might be interested in reading the others.

    Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    January 20, 2004 - 10:34 am
    hahaha, Maryal, from the sound of things, one might call poor Aureliano Segundo a widower whose wife has not yet died.

    Deems
    January 20, 2004 - 11:00 am
    Joan--Do try to behave!! None of our characters are really dead, are they? But they certainly do stop living their lives.

    Anyway, we do at last have three "legitimate" heirs whose parents are married, however unhappily. Jose Arcadio (he who would, if Ursula has anything to say about it, be Pope); Renata Remedios, nicknamed MEME--the first character to have a nickname, I think; Amaranta Ursula, the baby.

    ALF
    January 20, 2004 - 11:59 am
    I thought that they used chastity belts in the olden days, not pessaries!

    This is by far my favorite chapter as the stoic Meme projects rebellion and begins to enjoy her life; smoking, drinking, making new friends and discovering her sexuality. "....weeping with laughter and fear, and beyond all crises she had found the rare feeling of bravery that she needed in order to run away from school and tell her mother in one way or another that she could use the clavichord as an enema."

    Drunken and disgusted with her mother she prefers Petra and wishes she were the "daughter of the concubine." Now, that just tickled me. Worse yet, she must bear up under the hangover state and the treatments administered by mama Fernanda. Aureliano Seg. has a twinge of pain and vows to take his daughter under his wing amd that is how "the relationship of jolly comradeship was born between" father and daughter. He begins to lavishly spoil her with a royal bed, dressing table, velvet curtains and female artifacts of beauty that resembled Petra's room. (Not the girls's mother, mind you, but petra's room.)

    Petra was not at all pleased with this contemporary relationship formed between her lover and his offspring. AHA- up springs the green-eyed monster . "
    "Petra was tormented by an unknown fear, as if instinct were telling her that Meme, by just wanting it could succeed in what Fernanda had been unable to do: deprive her of a love that by then she considered assured until death."

    Poor Aureliano feared the worst- his trunks would make a return journey back to Fernanda's residence but Petra is far smarter than he by understanding his aversion to change. "The wandering trunks stayed put and Petra set about "reconquering the husband by sharpening the only weapons that his daughter could not use on him. "

    Scrawler
    January 20, 2004 - 12:05 pm
    "Meme had finished her course of study. The dipoloma that certified her as a concert clavichordist was ratified by the virtuosity with which she executed popular melodies of the seventeenth century at the gathering organized to celebrate the completion of her studies and with which the period of mourning came to an end. More than her art, the guests admired her duality. Her frivolous and even slightly infantile character did not seem up to any serious activity, but when she sat down at the clavichord she became a different girl, one whose unforeseen maturity gave her the air of an adult. That was how she had always been. She really did not have any definite vocation, but she had earned the highest grades by means of an inflexible discipline simply in order not to annoy her mother. They could have imposed on her an appenticeship in any other field and the results would have been the same."

    "Her happiness lay at the other extreme from discipline, in noisy parties, in gossip about lovers, in prolonged sessions with her girl friends, where they learned to smoke and talked about male business, and where they once got their hands on some cane liquor and ended up naked, measuring and comparing the parts of their bodies."

    "Meme then saw Feranda and Amaranta wrapped in an accusatory halo of reality. She had to make a great effort not to throw at them their prissiness, their poverty of spirit, their delusions of grandeur. From the time of her second vacation she had known that her father was living at home only in order to keep up appearances, and knowing Fernanda as she did and having arranged later to meet Petra Cotes, she thought that her father was right."

    "Aureliano Segundo felt a twinge of conscience when he saw Meme's state of prostration and he promised himself to take better care of her in the future. That was how the relationship of jolly comradeship was born between father and daughter, which freed him for a time from the bitter solitude of his revels and freed her from Frenanda's watchful eye without necessity of provoking the domestic crisis that seemed inevitable by then."

    It looks like Meme was just a normal "teenager" at a time that didn't recognize such a person. I too can remember trying to please my parents when I took piano lessons and tap-dancing in the 50s. I realize now that those lessons were very expensive and the fact that I hated them with a passion didn't help. Thankfully my prents got "clued-in" and stopped the insanity and I was allowed to be alone with my books.

    ALF
    January 20, 2004 - 12:20 pm
    Scrawlwer: I, too, was forced to practice, practice, practice playing the piano. My mother was convinced that because she was unable to play, then I should. I hated the piano, my piano teacher and my mother who forced this on me. I'd much rather be out playing touch football with the kids in the neighborhood or "kick the can." that rebellion came much earlier than my teens, so you can imagine what a disobedient teenager I must have been.

    Traude S
    January 20, 2004 - 07:12 pm
    # 505

    Only Fernanda calls her daughter "Renata" after her own mother. Everybody else calls her "Meme", which is short for Remedios.

    The vowel 'e' in Meme is pronounced as in "sole" or "guacamole", and the sound is similar to the French accent aigu in André, René, Désirée for example.

    Renata is the Latin 'reborn', and 'remedio' = 'remedy'.

    # 506

    Thank you, MARYAL, for the definitions.

    I know for a fact that in the early nineteen hundreds, pessaries were used in Europe as a contraceptive (!). In the last twenty-five years they have been used as relief for a prolapsed uterus and, after a hysterectomy, as a remedy for a prolapsed bladder.

    Question 2. Why did Amaranta fervently hope to outlive Rebecca ?

    Because she was mean-spirited and vengeful.

    She started to sew and embroider as a young girl with the Moscote sisters and became an expert. It was natural (for her) to create her own burial shroud - if only to prolong her life, as she tried to do for years.

    Can we take the ghosts and apparations, like Prudencio Aguilar, JAB, Death, who appeared in person to Amaranta, or the invisible French doctors literally ? Or are the doctors a product of Fernanda's repressed, feverish fantasies ?

    Let's hold on to our hats. GMM has a few more stunning surprises in store for the reader.

    ALF
    January 21, 2004 - 07:32 am
    "Amaranta had reached old age with all of her nostalgias intact."

    She had pleaded with God to allow her to outlive Rebeca and she proceeded to sew a shroud for the event. I had thought that everyone had forgotten about poor Rebeca but hostilities and resentments remain in most of us, don't they? " She worked out the plan with such hatred that it made her tremble to think about the scheme, which she would have carried out in exactly the same way if it had been done out of love...."

    She never considered the fact for a moment that she might be the first to die and when her time came she was "relieved of the bitterness."

    Joan Pearson
    January 21, 2004 - 09:50 am
    Andy, Anne, I'm curious to know what your feelings are about the piano today. I have friends who hated lessons but are grateful they had to practice when younger. Do you play for enjoyment now?

    Did Meme really hate it? She didn't rebel, practiced dutifully. (Another pronunciation from Traudee - "mé mé - may may." That makes a lot of sense, but I continue to call her "Mem" as in "them"...because that's how we were introduced - in solitary reading - funny how that happens, isn't it?)

    The passage Anne quoted reminds us of the duality of Meme's nature...she seems to have the ability to drift between controlled discipline and spontaneous natural response. Her two names represent this duality. (Thanks, for the meaning of the name, "Renata", Traudee.) The girl is called Meme for Remedios, but her real name is Renata. She is her mother's daughter in many ways,..but "her real happiness lay at the other extreme of discipline. Do you get the feeling that the pursuit of happiness leads to trouble, disillusionment, disappointment? The other extreme, the withdrawal into solitude because of a grudge or resentment doesn't lead to happiness either. What is GGM's message? Is he saying we are pre-destined to unhappiness no matter what we do? Who are the truely happy characters in the story? Those who exercise self-discipline or those who follow the laws of nature, unburdened by rules, tradition or history? Those who live for the moment?

    Now we have Meme's dual nature to consider. She seems so happy and free once she rebels against the "poverty of spirit" she sees in both Amaranta and her mother. Fernanda finally relents to her American friends from the banana company. (Why?) Did you suspect this would get Meme into trouble? A different kind of trouble? Were you stunned when she became involved with the mechanic from Macondo instead? What attracted her to Mauricio?

    Joan Pearson
    January 21, 2004 - 10:13 am
    The two ladies of the house Meme appears to hold in contempt are in fact very different from one another. But they both represent a sort of "death" to Meme. One chooses to withdraw, shutting herself within the house to fulfill an image her tradition and upbringing have taught her to regard as the ideal. But poor little Amaranta seems to be the victim of her own disappointment and resentment - the eternal virgin, whose only sexual expression seems to center on the little boys left in her care. You get the idea of how warped she has become over the loss of Pietro Crespi from this perverse behavior
    "...she caressed Jose Arcadio not as a grandmother, but as a woman does a man, as she had wanted to do with Pietro Crespi..."
    Andy, I'm not clear why it means so much to Amaranta to outlive Rebeca. She has plans to turn her into the most beautiful corpse ever. How will that help relieve her life-long disappointment in her loss of Pietro to Rebeca?

    Deems
    January 21, 2004 - 10:29 am
    To me, Amaranta is the nastiest, most unlikeable character in the book. This may be because she is a woman and as a woman, I am simply ashamed of her. She does caress little Jose Arcadio as she should not and heaven only knows what that will do to him. She carries her rejection and bitterness around with her all her life and then spends time making her shroud.

    The symbolism of the shroud reminds us that Amaranta, who has never really lived, is eager for death or is really already dead. She does have those unfulfilled sexual twinges from time to time, but their expression comes out warped and bent.

    I know it does no good to walk up to people like Amaranta and say, in a loud voice, "Get over it!" But so help me that's what I want to do.

    Fernanda and her crazy devotion to her parents' idea that someday she would be a queen could be Amaranta's sister except that she has given birth to children. Those children seem so far away from her though. She enjoys writing to them far more than she enjoyed their actual presence.

    I find it very ironic that these two women, who live in the same house and even take meals together, never speak again after they have their falling out.

    Now THAT'S holding a grudge!

    Bah

    Jo Meander
    January 21, 2004 - 11:36 am
    Joan, this should be in the heading with the questions. It really pulls this reading experience together -- for me, anyway!
    "Do you get the feeling that the pursuit of happiness leads to trouble, disillusionment, disappointment? The other extreme, the withdrawal into solitude because of a grudge or resentment doesn't lead to happiness either. What is GGM's message? Is he saying we are pre-destined to unhappiness no matter what we do? Who are the truely happy characters in the story? Those who exercise self-discipline or those who follow the laws of nature, unburdened by rules, tradition or history? Those who live for the moment?"


    I am reading all the posts with great enjoyment and apppreciation! Fell behind again, but I will be back!

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 21, 2004 - 01:07 pm
    DO NOT CLICK ON ANY LINK YOU MAY SEE IN THIS POST - I HAVE NOT SUPPLIED ANY LINKS - FURTHER INFORMATION IN FOLLOWING POST

    Just a quickie - in Kenneth Burke's "A grammar of Motives" which explores human motives in literature - its expression, the forms and expression built around them, the ultimate object and the key metaphors for the study of drama and literature...

    "sexual potency and political power as consistently related, a sexual inhibition would lead to a political dispiriting"

    scenes in literature that express..."sex repression protects capitalism by serving as a device to dispirit the working classes so that their assertiveness and aggressiveness are inhibited."

    "On the Symbolical leval an involvement in the relation between the maternal woman and the erotic woman, the male during his early courtship turns from the maternal woman (the principle of unity) to the erotic woman (the priciple of purpose, in the form of the desired); Insofar as the feminine priciple retains maternal aspects courtship involves symbolic incest; hence, the principle of erotic purpose must "transend" the principle of maternal untility. Dis-association in the attitude towards woman becomes necessary."

    "Art for Art sake is equated with the sexual, leading to the cult of the purely "decorative" woman. The maternal-erotic dilemma is not solved until the woman as wife becomes "useful" on a new level, not directly to the husband but in her ministering personally to their joint product, the family."

    Having delved into this book for several years now it has helped me understand that sex scenes must fit the author's ultimate object and therefore, looking for a sex scene to show love, respect, honor is only one objective that may or may not fit the theme of the story.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 21, 2004 - 01:13 pm
    I have no idea what is going on with my computer - when I read Alf's post the word 'Love' was the color of a link and when I linked on to it the most awful come-on advertizement popped up about finding a so called love partner - and now when I just posted my message every where that I have used the word sex it now a link - believe me I have not linked any of the post to anything - this is frightening -

    The other day something called 'searchbar' attached itself to my computer and now I cannot get rid of it - it says it is a simple way to search but it also offers 1000's of special offers and free coupons it says - well ever since it attached itself to my computer I have had a pop up every time I change a page - I have tried everything I know to get rid of it -

    So please if you are also seeing words that look like a link I suggest you do not click on them...gads it is always something and so now another expense to get someone in here and get rid of all this...

    Hallie Mae
    January 21, 2004 - 01:50 pm
    I just started to read this book and am enjoying it immensely. I don't want to go back over 500 posts so will not participate in the discussion so far.

    Guess what? Oprah has picked this book as her first book club selection for 2004. She usually has the author on for a book club discussion - hmmm.

    Hallie Mae

    Deems
    January 21, 2004 - 01:59 pm
    A big welcome to you. Join us whenever you are ready. It's OK to repeat something that may have been written before. Glad to have you here. I just heard that Oprah had picked 100 Years for her book club!

    Given Marquez's age and health, I don't think he will appear, but recently Oprah has been doing "classic" novels, all of them by people now dead (I think).

    Barbara--In order to get rid of the tool bar, you need to figure out its name. Then you need to go to add/drop programs and track it down. It should go away if you delete it from programs. But first you have to know what it is named. Your post here doesn't have any links at all. You may see them on your computer, but they don't show up here.

    Maryal

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    January 21, 2004 - 02:05 pm
    THANKS GOD!!

    Thanks for the tip I cannot find an Add/Drop - it must be called something different on this PC...

    Scrawler
    January 21, 2004 - 02:12 pm
    "The only thing that she asked of God for many years was that He would not visit on her the punishment of dying before Rebeca. Every time she passed by her house and noted he progress of destruction she took comfort in the idea that God was listening to her. One afternoon, when she was sewing on the porch, she was assailed by the certainty that she would be sitting in that place, in the same position, and under the same light when they brought her news of Rebeca's death. She sat down to wait for it, as one waits for a letters, and the fact was that at one time she would pull off buttons to sew them on again so that inactivity would not make the wait longer and more anxious. No one in the house realized that at that time Aureliano Triste told how he had seen her, changed into an apparition with leathery skin and a few golden threads on her skull, Amaranta was not surprised because the spectator described was exactly what she had been imagining for some time. She had decided to restore Rebeca's corpse, to disguise it with paraffin the damage to her face and make a wig for her from the hair of saints. She would manufacture a beautiful corpse, with the linen shroud and plush-lined coffin with purple trim, and she would put it at the disposition of the worms with splendid funeral ceremonies. She worked out the plan with such hatred that it made her tremble to think about the scheme, which she would have carried out in exactly the same way if it had been done out of love, but she would not allow herself to become upset by the confusion and went on perfecting the details so minutely that she came to be more than a specialist and was a virtuoso in the rites of her pleas to God she might die before Rebeca. That was, in fact, what happened. At the final moment, however, Amaranta did not feel frustrated, but, on the contrary, free of all bitterness because death had awarded the privilege of announcing itself several years ahead of time. Death did not tell her when she was going to die or whether her hours was assigned before that of Rebeca, but ordered her to begin sewing her own shroud on the next sixth of April. She was authorized to make it as complicated and as fine as she wanted, but just as honestly executed as Rebeca's, and she was told that she would die without pain, fear, or bitterness at dusk on the day that she finished it. It pained her not to have had the revelation many years before when it was still have been possible to purify memories and reconstruct the universe under a new light and evoke without trembling Pietro Crespi's smell of lavender at dusk and rescue Rebeca from her sloughs of misery, not out of hatred or out of love but because of the measureless understanding of solitude."

    I think Amaranta is still in competition with Rebeca over Pietro Crispi. But just before she dies "she is pained not out of hatred or love to rescue Rebeca from her misery, but because of the understanding of solitude."

    I think we all make shrouds for ourselves by the deeds that we do throughout our lives. These deeds are what we wrap ourselves with at the hour of death.

    Trust me the world is a better place because I don't play a musical instrument. Dogs are so grateful that they lick my hand everytime I see one!

    Joan Pearson
    January 22, 2004 - 07:13 am
    I was surprised that Oprah selected Solitude, Hallie Mae. It will be interesting to see how that goes - I know you have just begun - know that this discussion will live on in our SN Archives and if you get lost along the way, you just might find it helpful. I know that the observations of other posters here have helped me immeasurably along the way and the shared experience has increased my appreciation and understanding of the book. Good to hear from you. Hope things are going well with you and your family. Enjoy the book!

    For heaven's sake, Barbara! You need some sort of firewall...no one should have to see what you are seeing! I think we might see Kenneth Burke's "maternal-erotic" principle at work in the developing relationship between Aureliano Segundo and Petra Cotes in the next chapters.

    Okay, Jo, will put up the question, (modified a bit) since it helps you...(we're watching for you now that you are caught up with posts) -
    "Do you get the feeling that the pursuit of happiness leads to trouble, disillusionment, disappointment? The other extreme, the withdrawal into solitude because of a grudge or resentment doesn't lead to happiness either. What is GGM's message? Is he saying we are pre-destined to unhappiness no matter what we do? Who are the truely happy characters in the story? Those who exercise self-discipline or those who follow the laws of nature, unburdened by rules, tradition or history? Those who live for the moment?"

    ALF
    January 22, 2004 - 07:30 am
    Barb! Yikes, you received porn from a word that I typed? Holy smokes, I don't know what to do about this.

    Joan I just saw your post that inquired as to whether I like the piano yet or not. I still hate to play. My sense of rebellion has stayed with me for years. I love to listen to piano music however.

    Joan Pearson
    January 22, 2004 - 07:50 am
    Anne! The lights just went on! Thank you! Once Amaranta put aside Rebeca's shroud and began work on her own, she underwent a purification because the long solitary hours she spends on it give her time to think about her death AND her own life. Death had promised her she would die without fear, pain or BITTERNESS at the end. That's exactly what has happened! She came to appreciate Rebeca's solitude...as she experienced her own. She began to understand her suffering and when she did that, the need to inflict more was eradicated. One thing I did notice though...she never did make it up with Fernanda. hahaha, Maryal, I know you can't forgive her for that - but they are both living in seperate worlds...miles apart for all their togetherness.

    Traudee asked an important question the other day about the ghosts and apparitions -
    "Can we take the ghosts and apparations, like Prudencio Aguilar, JAB, Death, who appeared in person to Amaranta, or the invisible French doctors literally ? Or are the doctors a product of Fernanda's repressed, feverish fantasies?"
    How do you look at them? Sometimes I think of the ghosts Melquiades and JAB as spirits and I don't take them literally - but when they begin to affect the story - perform operations, reveal the whereabouts of treasure and as in the instance of Amaranta's demise, DEATH dictated the EXACT DATE she would die, and the date she should begin to sew her own shroud! Are you chalking this up to GGM's magical realism? Accepting the supernatural as reality is not new to us, but the question lingers - what does it mean that CAB is not able to see the ghost of his father that the rest of the family can see? Magical realism is selective here, no? CAB was able to see Melquiades, but not his father?

    I've another question about the magical realism of those yellow butterflies that follow Mauricio. We never did come up with the meaning of the blizzard of yellow flowers that covered Macondo at JAB's death. What do you think of Mauricio's butterflies? When Meme no longer sees them, she concludes that he has died. (Oh but he hasn't, has he?)

    Here's something that occurred to me last night - do you think there IS a connection between the significance of the yellow butterflies and the yellow flowers? Do you think there is a connection between Mauricio and JAB? Now here's a big leap - IF you can connect the dots ...connect Mauricio to JAB - do you think there is a possiblility that what attracted Meme to Mauricio is the same thing that has attracted so many of the Buendias to one another throughout this story - do you think they might share a common bloodline?

    Andy, yes, that's you, a rebel through and through! Here's a question for both you and Anne. Did your children show any interest in playing the piano? Lessons?

    Hallie Mae
    January 22, 2004 - 07:58 am
    Hi Joan, nice to hear from you, thanks for asking about the family, all are fine thankfully. I hope the same is true for you too.

    Maryal, thanks for the welcome.

    I'm avoiding reading the posts as you are ahead of me, hopefully I'll be catching up soon.

    Hallie Mae

    Joan Pearson
    January 22, 2004 - 08:05 am
    Hallie Mae, you are in for a treat. If you look at the very bottom of the table in the heading, you will find a link that takes you to some questions that you might want to keep in mind - some for each chapter..
    Study Guide Questions

    Have fun!

    ALF
    January 22, 2004 - 08:35 am
    Not the piano, Joan. One daughter took up the clarinet, the harmonica and the flute for years. The other daughter wanted guitar lessons.

    We truly do come from a musically inclined family (on both sides). My rebellion was just that! I had better things to do with my young self than sit down in the LR under the gaze of my mother and study the piano with an old woman instructor. Why heck, I'll bet she was at least in her 40's..

    Scrawler
    January 22, 2004 - 12:47 pm
    My daughter was first chair violinst from grade school all the way through to college. And no she didn't get it from me, she got it from her father and the rest of my family who are very musical.

    "It rained for four years, eleven months, and two days. There were periods of drizzle during which everyone put on his full dress and a convalescent look to celebrate the pauses as sign of redoubled rain. The sky crumbled into a set of destructive storms and out of the north came hurricanes that scattered roofs about and knocked down walls and uprooted every last plant of banana groves. Just as during the insomnia plague, as Ursula came to remember during those days, the calamity itself inspired denses against bordom."

    If not for the "hurricanes" this passage might describe Portland, Oregon, nine months out of the year. We have been known not to get summer until August and than go directly (do not pass go) into fall in late September. When the rains finally stop and the sun shines for a whole week, this place goes crazy. You'd think the TrailBlazers had won a national basketball championship (yeah, like that's going to happen anytime soon). I swear people are dancing in the streets in shorts and halter-tops. We all seem to come out of our houses with dazed looks on our faces and we greet strangers like they are our long-lost kissing cousins.

    From the looks of it, I think for the next four years, eleven months, and two days, we're going to be in for some really wet stuff (at least for as long as the chapter XV lasts).

    Jo Meander
    January 22, 2004 - 11:37 pm
    It takes me forever to post because everytime I come in I see four or five tantalizing ideas and don't know where to begin! So I'll just say something,maybe not very important, but one idea I can handle now (1:30 a.m. here).
    I think Fernanda doesn't object to Meme's American friends because she associates their affluence with status -- the lofty position in life her family believed they held and presumed she would have or try to maintain. She doesn't see the possibilities of dangerous (to her) freedom until she actually catches up with Meme and Mauricio at the movies. She would have accepted any suitor who looked as if he came from money and people of influence or asirtocracy; she chases Mauricio because he has dirt under his fingernails and looks rather weary.


    I don't think the cloud of yellow butterflies are the reason Meme is attracted to him. I think the butterflies represent his power to attract! They are another one of GGM's imaginative stunts: yellow for the erotic joy he brings to her? But what about all the yellow flowers at JAB's funeral? He wasn't very cheerful! I'm sure the autor is "marking" his character, but I haven't quite figured this one out. Joan, you suggest that maybe there's a blood relationship? That the Buendia's are actually attracted to each other? We might find out later ...but I'll be surprised if we do!

    Jo Meander
    January 22, 2004 - 11:47 pm
    I thnk that consciously struggling to be happy and retreating into bitterness are both ways to wind up miserable! I think Ursula is the happiest person in the story because she never asks herself if she is happy! She just latches on to the next chore or the next kid who needs attention and works away at whatever she has to do! I remember her crying under the tree to JAB about somebody once -- probably CAB-- but that's a single event that she doesn't repeat in the story. Everytime she is mentioned she's doing some kind of work! She's still at it past 100, and I thnk that's why she is past 100: she doesn't feel useless or bitter.

    Joan Pearson
    January 23, 2004 - 09:41 am
    Anne, enjoyed your description of the folks emerging from periods of indoor confinement (solitude?) when the rains stop and the sun appears. Do you find it depressing at all, all those days of gray rain? Does all the rain have an effect on the environment? Moldy basements? Or do you need more humidity for that? Are you used to living in this climate?

    The deluge that begins in chapter XV will go on for some time to wash away the memory of what happened at the train station - it DID happen, didn't it? When did the massacre take place? At the same time Meme's baby is brought home to Macondo? The deluge began...(was it a punishment?) immediately after the massacre.

    I think we need to talk about what happened, even though no one but Jose Segundo seems to remember it. We're going to have to leave poor Meme back there in Fernanda's convent -forever mute, dead to the world. I find this the most heartbreaking episode in the book. She feels as if she is being led to the slaugherhouse - she is, isn't she? Slaughtered just like the 3000 people at the train station. No one will remember her, no one remembers them. Are the two events linked?

    Did you notice that Fernanda got a military escort back to town? It seems that security is tightening already. Something is about to happen.

    Joan Pearson
    January 23, 2004 - 10:09 am
    In this morning's newspaper, I read a review of a movie, THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT. It sounds like a bad movie, but something caught my eye in the review. Have you ever heard of the "butterfly effect" - part of the Chaos theory?
    "Even the smallest flutter of a butterfly's wings can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world."
    The butterflies that swarm about Mauricio fascinate me, Jo. No, I don't think GGM is going to link the butterflies with JAB outright, but the yellow flowers and the yellow butterflies...

    Mauricio is "marked" by the yellow butterflies...and then they follow Meme. When the last one dies, she is convinced that Mauricio has died too. I'm amused at the idea that Fernanda associates the loud, free, Protestant Americans with status. What is more puzzling is to see the fun-loving Meme, who is enjoying the dances, the tennis, the parties, the cars, the red-haired boy - chuck it all for the sallow, sickly, solitary looking Macondan mechanic. What makes him so irresistable to her? You cite the erotic joy he brings to her. I think such joy is what has attracted Buendia blood to itself from the very start. JAB chose to ignore the possibility of consequences in his offspring.

    Look how those yellow butterflies are attracted to the yellow flowers! "She lost her mind over him," She goes to her great grandmother for advice. she doesn't know Pilar is her great grandmother...Pilar must know that she is her own blood. Her reaction? She doesn't need cards to tell her the future of a Buendia, she says.

    No, Jo, I don't think GGM is going to tell us that there is a blood link between the two, but he is certainly not saying otherwise.

    What do you think? IS there a link between the flapping of a butterfly's wings and the hurricane that is about to be unleashed on Maconda?

    Deems
    January 23, 2004 - 10:21 am
    As usual I am at school without the book, so you'll have to put up with me.

    Joan~I thought that the rains started, sort of at the command of either a banana company official or a governmental official, in order to provide an excuse for moving the banana company from the area so that lies could remain intact, like the one about how all the workers (strikers) had gone home to their families.

    The rain seems to be real enough to cause a lot of water related problems although there is no mention of flooded basements. I don't think these tropical houses have basements, do they?

    As for Meme, seems to me that she takes after her father, Aureliano Segundo, who thanks to that Petra woman, actually becomes quite the life-affirming fellow. Fernanda, she of the funereal background, is about as well matched to him as a screw is to a hammer.

    The rain that is now falling is going to go on for a very long time, longer than forty days and forty nights, much longer. Perhaps the citizens of Macondo will develop gills?

    I do like the yellow flowers that fall at JAB's funeral and these yellow butterflies are just wonderful. Both images are so visual. Twenty years from now (assuming I still have a memory) I'll remember the color yellow as it is associated with this book.

    I have no idea what it signifies. Maybe Marcel just liked the color?

    Maryal

    Marvelle
    January 23, 2004 - 12:40 pm
    GGM has used butterflies before in a short story or novella and I think if one read that story it would make the meaning clearer. I'll see if I can find the title. Don't remember butterflies in my favorite story by GGM but know for certain that it's in one of them.

    Marvelle

    Jo Meander
    January 23, 2004 - 01:29 pm
    What a marvelous chapter! I think the writing here is spellbinding. Oh, yes, Jose Arcadio does seem to mirror his uncle's fate, as Ursula already knows. He takes on the cause of the workers against the owners/operators of the banana company, he survives the massacre, and he finally is a bald-headed "old" man in the sanctum sanctorum of Melquiades, reading those books of wisdom. The only thing remaining is for him to begin work as a craftsman -- gold fish or otherwise! It just occurred to me that CAB didn't read those books -- did he? There is a differece. Is it significant that this Jose reads them? Is the room the room of widsdom that some Buenidas seek and some do not?

    Deems
    January 23, 2004 - 02:20 pm
    Jo~This is a fine chapter, isn't it? I think JAB didn't read the manuscripts because 1)there's some sort of rule that they can't be deciphered until they are 100 years old and 2)He had Melquiades in person from whom to receive information.

    I looked up the rain section that I was referring to in the post above. On 332, Mr. Brown says that he will sign the agreement with the workers "when the rain stops." This is followed by a passage of narration:

    "It had not rained for three months and there had been a drought. But when Mr. Brown announced his decision a torrential downpour spread over the whole banana region. . . .A week later it was still raining. The official version, repeated a thousand times and mangled out all over the country by every means of communication the government found at hand, was finally accepted: there were no dead, the satisfied workers had gone back to their families, and the banana company was suspending all activity until the rains stopped."

    Of course, the banana company is simply packing up and going somewhere else where they can carry on in the same manner, exploiting workers. The almost five years of rain--"four years, eleven months, and two days" to be exact--is one of the most magical things to happen from my perspective because it is very hard to imagine uninterrupted rain lasting that long.

    Maryal

    Traude S
    January 23, 2004 - 03:33 pm
    Fernanda's behavior when Meme's baby son - yet another Aureliano - is brought to her, is telling. We are privy to her thoughts, and they are chilling.

    She plans to tell the family that the baby was found floating in a basket (a latter-day Moses); she considers drowning him in the cistern (!!) but can't bring herself to do it, and eventually hides him in the room with the manuscripts (!). When the young child manages to get out on one occasion, Fernanda notices that he is "generously endowed", the same observation Úrsula had made decades earlier when she had an unexpected glimpse of her son José Arcadio.

    To write to her son in Rome that his sister had died is the height of insensitivity. We are told that Meme lived into old age without ever speaking again. Maurizio too lives on, forever known as chicken thief.

    Originally Meme was repelled by Maurizio, his mechanic's smell and dirty nails; but he pursued her relentlessly and by the time they kissed in the movie theater, she was aflame with passion. She thought of him day and night, no longer able to live without his touch. But that was physical attraction, not love IMHO. I like the allegorical interpretation of the butterflies.

    The strike, the massacre, the train transport of thousands of bodies and the steadfast denial of the event by the Government are historical facts. In this chapter we finally get some insight into the character of José Arcadio Segundo.

    Were any of the Buendías happy ?

    But did they even know the concept of happiness ? Those who worked certainly worked hard- particularly in the early years; later when they played, gambled and caroused, they did it to the point of exhaustion. Bathing in champagne and papering the house with peso bills ("I wish we were poor again", muses Úrsula), Aureliano Segundo's gourmandizing competition with Camila, called Elephant, were all excesses and must have brought them satisfaction and a sense of achievement, but happiness ?

    Joan Pearson
    January 23, 2004 - 06:27 pm
    Traudee, a good question..."do any of the Buendias know the concept of happiness?" I was thinking about what Jo said yesterday about Ursula being the only one who might be happy because she doesn't sit and brood about the state of affairs, but rather, she does something about it - anything, the best she knows how.

    Can any one of you define "happy" - I asked Mr. P. that question this morning while walking the red dog. His reply - "what do you mean?" I think that's a good starting point, isn't it? What do we mean when we say we're happy? I said to him, "are you happy right now - as opposed to unhappy?" He said, "I'm cold." I guess I'm not happy about that."

    I think the concept of happiness is harder to define than unhappiness. Those who loved life and tossed aside convention to pursue their desires had short-lived moments of ecstacy. Those who strictly conformed to law and tradition seemed not to have even that.

    Were there any characters in the story who struck a happy medium? When you speak of the early days, back when Macondo seemed blessed, the people were content, happy about their decision to follow JAB into the promised land. It is the desire for more gold, knowledge, luxury, conveniences that leads to disappointment, disillusionment. Perhaps that is GGM's message - be happy, delight in what you have. But he does seem to be saying at the same time that by our very natures, we are incapable of doing that.

    Marvelle
    January 23, 2004 - 10:48 pm
    JOAN, I like your assessment of GGM's message. His intent is difficult, perhaps impossible, to pin down isn't it?

    I think the symbolism within the book - at least regarding butterflies, flowers, and the color yellow - has its roots in the pre-colonial Ameican cultures concern with the transitory nature of life and trying to be happy with the little time one is given on earth.

    Yellow is the color of the Sun, and the Sun is the main life-giving god of the Aztecs. Flowers symbolize the beauty and fragility of life. Butterflies in Aztec mythology (and other mythology) represent transformation, the deserving soul given an eternal existence without cares or responsibilities.

    In one of my recent classes on native literatures, we studied the Aztec culture, past and present.

    The ancient Aztecs called poetry, metaphor, symbols, and art, "flowers-and-songs". In spite of, or perhaps because of their violent lifestyle, they despaired at the shortness of human life and asked 'if life is a dream, how is one to live out one's life?' All is transitory except flowers-and-songs which are real because rooted in the fundamental nature of things since art is a gift from the gods; art whose essence survives in one form or another for eternity. One of the Aztec poems from chapala.com:

    Who am I?
    As a bird I fly about,
    I sing of flowers;
    I compose songs,
    Butterflies of song.
    Let them burst forth from my soul!
    Let my heart be delighted with them!

    From chapala.com Tecayehuatzin, Prince of Huexotzinco (c1490) assembled some friends to debate the nature of flowers-and-songs. He concluded that "Flowers and songs, or, it may be, art and poetry, is this perhaps the only truth here on earth? Or perhaps flowers-and-songs are the only means of expressing true words." And he declares that the discussion of flowers-and-songs at least bring old friends together.

    Other Aztec poems:

    Poetry of Nezahualcoyotl, King of Aztec

    Aztec Poetry

    The quetzal bird, the color of fire, is symbol of the sun god and flies between the worlds.

    The Aztec goddess Xochiquatzal ('precious flower') is the goddess of love, of flowers, patron of the fine arts, symbol of beauty, symbol of fire and spirits of the dead, patron of warriors killed in battle. She would follow warriors into battle and at their moment of death would copulate with them, holding a butterfly between her teeth. The dead warriors were rewarded for their sacrifice by turning into butterflies for eternity.

    The modern Argentinian writer Julio Cortazar wrote a story, "Axolotl," which had yellow butterflies. There are many Aztec examples in stone and gold of butterflies. The yellow marigold is the symbol of death and, during the Day of the Dead celebrations, marigolds are placed on graves to join the dead with the living. That's about all I remember of flowers and warriors becoming butterflies. I always liked the Aztec poems.

    Marvelle

    Marvelle
    January 23, 2004 - 11:02 pm
    There are many allusions in "Solitude" including what may be allusions (as homage) to the Cuban writer Alejo Carpentier, an early proponent of magic realism, who was the first of modern authors to write of a rain of butterflies.

    Carpentier wrote The Lost Steps (1950) about an ethnomusicologist who sickens of big city life and leaves NYC to explore the Amazon and who settles in a fictitious, isolated village which is frozen in time.

    In another novel, The Kingdom of the World, a character named Mackandala transforms himself into a non-venemous snake to confound his enemies as well as for the joy of being something else. A transformation is not uncommon in magic realism.

    In Cuban mythology, people can become either mischievous elves or butterflies, depending on their human nature.

    Marvelle

    Joan Pearson
    January 24, 2004 - 07:28 am
    Thank you so much, Marvelle! I get the feeling that those familiar with the writing of Latin American authors and the Aztecs do not have to work so hard to understand the meaning of the yellow butterflies and the blizzard of yellow flowers following JAB's death. (Alejo Carpentier wrote of a rain of butterflies - his character settles in a fictitious, isolated village frozen in time!!!)

    In the coming week we'll be considering the meaning of the dead birds falling from the sky following Ursula's death and will try remember what you have found regarding the yellow flowers. I particularly appreciated knowing that "marigolds are placed on (Aztec) graves to join the dead with the living." That would explain Ursula's continuing conversation with her husband in the courtyard, as if they had never been separated. (Dead birds convey a totally different message, methinks!)

    And that dead warriors were rewarded for their sacrifice by turning into butterflies for eternity. I like to think that Meme and Mauricio will meet again...what a heartbreaking story. Aureliano's birth scene runs through my imagination...what a terrible thing to be separated unwillingly from one's child...but this young mother DOES NOT SPEAK. She will NOT even give him Mauricio's name! What does this say about her withdrawn state? Were those stolen moments together enough stuff to dream on for their remaining years on earth? Has Fernanda ever lived for one moment, ever appreciated her life, as they did, no matter how briefly?

    Traudee, your post reminded me of the story Fernanda made up about finding the child floating in the basket...and her wry comment when told that no one would believe it - they believe it when they read it in the Bible, then why won't they believe me?

    Joan Pearson
    January 24, 2004 - 08:22 am
    Jo, I have forgotten whether CAB ever tried to read the books. Does anyone remember? He knows they belonged to Melquiades and he knows they are written in a language he does not understand. It seems that each generation of solitary Aurelianos gets one step closer to Melquiades's message though. I like to think of Melquiades' room as the "room of wisdom,"Jo - his spirit lives there. Those who are solitary and free from thoughts of the world can focus on learning in this room. (I count Jose Arcadio Segundo as an "Aureliano") It is JAS who is able to figure out that the characters are an alphabet. Just as his uncle withdrew from the overwhelming affairs of the world, JAS turns to the wisdom of the past to perhaps explain, or at least for consolation - CAB wants to forget the war, JAS the massacre.

    Maryal, I can't help thinking of the the rain that caused Noah to build that ark and escape, erase the frightful memory of the decadent civilization. But Noah's new world holds such promise - the future of Macondo seems bleak. Why is this? Is it because the people are not learning from the past?

    So, it is Mr. Brown's decision to put off signing the pact with the workers until the rains stop that brings on the long rainy period. Not only will the survivors have forgotten the promises, but the banana company won't be around to remind them. This is much like the insomnia plague that threatened to wash out memory, isn't it? More of a cycle repeating itself. There seems to be no way the Macondans can learn from history...the history books won't even include the massacre and the survivors will have forgotten. Weren't the survivors related to those that died in the massacre? How could they NOT have known what happened?

    Jo Meander
    January 24, 2004 - 09:18 am
    Thanks, marvelle, for the information about the Aztecs and the marigold and butterfly legends. I felt sad for Meme when the last butterfly following her was killed… caught in a fan?
    Clearly I have to go back and check my facts. I thought for sure somebody in the family was actually attempting or succeeding in reading the documents left by Melquiades, having forgotten his explanation that they couldn’t be understood until they were 100 years old. Now I think he meant that the Buendias and all of Macondo would suffer that long before they would understand how to end their suffering. There may be a connection between that suffering and the Mexican/Central American political and social firestorm in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries.


    I was transfixed by the massacre and the train ride with the corpses, from which Jose Arcadio escapes, only to be told that he was imagining the whole thing! I was wondering if there was any historical precedent for that incident, and found a few articles on the Mexican revolution relating the story of the Cananea Massacre, a conflict between management and labor at a copper mine in Mexico. Dozens of workers and guards and 100 women and children were slaughtered. This was in 1906 or 07. Then in Colorado, at the Colorado Fuel and Iron Mines, there was a similar incident about five years later, but records indicate that only eighteen people were killed, at least some of them Mexican. It was the manner of their killing and the fact that they were women and small children in tents that is so horrifying. (I have found nothing of the magnitude GGM describes). They are painful historical examples of the bloody clash between management and labor (greed and survival?) It seems part of the human nature GGM portrays. Joan said that when the Buendias were happy, they evidently couldn’t prevent themselves from wanting more wondrous things that brought suffering as the price. I think that’s an excellent point.
    Also, (just read the post, Joan), don't you think intimidation by the company probably silenced the population, along with promises of better days to come? Fear of being shot along with you little children might work!

    Scrawler
    January 24, 2004 - 12:29 pm
    Rain! Yes, it can be depressing if I think about it. I use the rainy season to research my novels and short stories, so I tend to ignore what's around me. Which means sometimes, like a few weeks ago, I open my front door with the good intentions of going to the store for a loaf of bread only to discover my car buried under drifts of snow. Gingerly, I crab walk back to the confines of my apartment with the idea that that loaf of bread wasn't as important to me as I thought it was.

    "Watching him [Aureliano Segundo]putting in latches and repairing clocks, Fernanda wondered whether or not he too might be falling into the vice of building so that he could take apart like Colonel Areliano Buendia and his little gold fishes, Amaranta and her shroud and her buttons, Jose Arcadio and the parchments, and Urusla and her memories."

    I can see a change coming. Aureliano Segundo put in latches and repaired clocks, but his actions were more for those around him instead of like the others who did their actions in solitude.

    Does any have any comment about "Fernanda writing to 'the invisible doctors"?

    "Aureliano Segundo returned home with his trunks, convinced that not only Ursula but all the inhabitants of Macondo were waiting for it to clear in order to die."

    What an interesting statement? I suppose that's exactly what it looks like as we see people bundled up trying to escape the storm. They all wear death masks - waiting either for the storm to stop. They are literally drained of all emotions in their faces.

    "The official version repeated a thousand times and mangled out all over the country by every means of communication of the government found at hand, was finally accepted: there were no dead, the satisfied workers had gone back to their familes, and the banana company was suspending all activity until the rains stopped.

    Sounds like Orwell's doublespeak to me!

    "The officer made them open the padlock and with a quick sweep of his lantern he saw the workbench and the glass cupboard with bottles of acid and instruments that were still where their owner had left them and he seemed to understand that no one lived in the room. Sonta Sofia de la Piedad said: "No one had lived in that room for a century. When he spoke to the soldiers, Aureliano Segundo understood that the young officer had seen the room with the same eyes as Colonel Aureliano Buendia."

    countryheart
    January 24, 2004 - 04:32 pm
    Hello, How exciting to be able to share thoughts on this classic. I have been house bound for 4 weeks; finally have antibiotics, still feeling sick. Hubby picked this up for me for under $10 at Wal-Mart. Oprah's book list and all as well. So far I have read three chapters, fascinating but confusing with all the Spanish names and college level words. Look forward to all of your comments.

    Joan Pearson
    January 24, 2004 - 06:08 pm
    Oh good, countryheart! So happy to have another face at our table! Each unique with a special point of view. I know how hard the names seem at first - would it help to know that all the men are named Aureliano and Jose Arcadio...one per generation? You don't need to keep them straight. This is the author's way of saying names don't really matter. You might find the readers' guide questions helpful to keep in mind as you go. We look forward to the day you catch up with us! Have fun with it! Just click the link which you find at the very bottom of the chart in the heading - it looks like this link...you can click this too - You might want to read the posts from the beginning, but be sure to post your observations and questions as you go!
    STUDY GUIDE QUESTIONS CHAPTERS 1-13

    WELCOME!

    Jo Meander
    January 24, 2004 - 10:10 pm
    WELCOME, COUNTRYHEART!
    I hope that you enjoy this wonderful read. If you are troubled by the sniffles, you may find yourself escaping into this very unusual tale and forgetting you nose woes for a spell!

    countryheart
    January 25, 2004 - 10:59 am
    hi Jo and Joan, thank you for the warm welcome. I stayed up till 1:30 a.m. reading one hundred years of solitude. I found it hard to put down. What an intriguing book, filled with suspense, lust, and closier. Now that I realize the different generations carry the same names it is even more confusing. I do not want to go back pages to figure out who the characters are, so just keep reading.

    Joan Pearson
    January 25, 2004 - 11:11 am
    That a girl, countryheart! You sound like another nocturnal animal...like our Jo. If you have questions just post here, one of our readers will be glad to jump in to help out! We've been at this for quite some time now.

    I love the writing, having finally become used to GGM's time management - giving out just enough information and then circling back later to fill in the details. Do you remember the book's opener...in which we learned the army, the firing squad would come to peaceful Macondo and take out the son of the founding father? The opening sentence in Chapter XV does much the same - throws out new information has the same shock value.
    "The EVENTS that would deal Macondo its fatal blow were just showing themselves when they brought Meme Buendia's son home.">
    Would you do me a favor and look at the first sentence of this chapter and see if "THE EVENTS" are all in caps? I just noticed that - went back to the first sentence, first chapter and noticed that the first words there were captialized as well - "MANY YEARS LATER" - does this mean anything? Do you suppose GGM has requested these words be capitalized for emphasis, or is it just something the editors of the edition thought would be aesthetically pleasing?
    If it was GGM's intent to stress the importance of the words in caps, then "THE EVENTS" are important...the events are mentioned in the same sentence that brings the news of Meme's baby's appearance in Macondo. Is this the event that announces the "fatal blow"? Jo, I'm trying to reconcile something you said yesterday with the "fatal blow".
    "Now I think he meant that the Buendias and all of Macondo would suffer that long before they would understand how to end their suffering."
    Before they understood how to end their suffering? Hmmm...do you think that Melquiades' message will predict the end of Macondo, or a way "to end their suffering?" Maybe the end of their suffering and the end of Macondo are the same?

    While I agree with you, Jo, intimidation and threats would have silenced the population about the loss of their loved ones. GGM seems to be saying that the banana company shut down its operation and left town during the rain, but that the survivors of the massacre and the rain have forgotten their loss as if it never happened. Are the inhabitants still in the grip of their fear of the military? Is the military still a presence in Macondo?

    What is it about solitude that makes one forget what was once important? Anne, bread is the staff of life! hahaha...Aureliano Segundo forgets Petra - and yes, as you say, he came home convinced that the inhabitants of Macondo are waiting for it to clear in order to die. I'm wondering why dying has to wait for clearing? Why not die during the years of solitude? Wouldn't one feel more like dying then than when the sun is shining and things come alive?

    Joan Pearson
    January 25, 2004 - 11:25 am
    " When he spoke to the soldiers, Aureliano Segundo understood that the young officer had seen the room with the same eyes as Colonel Aureliano Buendia."
    Anne, I'm thinking here that the young officer was so intrigued with the room itself, looking at it more as an abandonned museum and so grateful to have receive one of the remaining gold fish, that his vision did not focus on the obvious presence of Jose Arcadio Segundo in the room? Saved by Melquiades, saved by magical realism?

    Did anyone question the fact that there are only 17 fish left? This is the same number of the 17 executed Aurelianos... is there any significance, or is it a coincidence?

    ps.Anne, I've moved ahead to get ready for our focus on Chapter 16 tomorrow - Even more questions regarding the existence of Fernanda's invisible doctors will be raised. (WHO performed that operation???)

    I'm still marvelling at the fact that she can't go to see a real doctor in town, but can write to her seminarian son for her much-needed pessaries. Have we concluded whether she needs them for birth control, or to remedy a condition brought about by the birth of Amaranta Ursula?

    A SUPER SUNDAY, everyone!

    Traude S
    January 25, 2004 - 07:53 pm
    JOAN, "the events" is not capitalized in my copy at the beginning of Chapter XV. However, in every chapter of the book, the first line is italicized. Could that have been an arbitrary decision by the printer of successive editions ?

    But even without emphasis, don't we already have an ominous feeling about the things to come, and what this interminable rain will do to people and to the town ? How many survivors are left after Macondo was decimated by 3000 people ?

    A net source which I hope to link indicates that The Thousand Days War "Spanish LA GUERRA DE LOS MIL DÍAS (1899-1903), the Colombian civil war between Liberals and Conservatives, resulted in between 60,000 and 130,000 deaths, extensive property damage, and national economic ruin." ... (It) left the cuntry too weak to prevent Panama's secession from the republic in 1903."

    I tend to believe that the endless rain is symbolic and GMM's artistic interpretation. Likewise the invisible doctors and the long-distance surgery are purely a figment of Fernanda's imagination, a combination of her extreme modesty and repressed sexual fantasies.

    Remember how she had delayed consummation of the marriage and finally "submitted" with great reluctance, in a garment with long sleeves that left only a discreet opening. Aureliano Segundo, overcome with awe at the sight of the most beautiful woman in the world, now finally to be his, then noticed her attire and exclaimed, "I have married a Sister of Charity"!

    Jo Meander
    January 26, 2004 - 07:18 am
    Traude, that's great information about the Thousand Day's War! Looking forward to the link!


    Maybe there’s a connection between waiting for clear weather before dying and waiting 100 years before understanding the words in Melquiades’ documents? When I said they had to wait that long before they would understand how to end their suffering, I was really thinking of how Melquiades’ instruction applies in a universal sense. Human beings operate in the dark, so to speak, not really understanding the nature of or the reasons for the challenges, choices, and suffering that comprise their existence. Why should Macondo and the Buendias be so different from the rest of us? I’m remembering the tranquility with which spiteful, unhappy Amaranta embraces her own death, and I think that relates to some spiritual insight that’s not clear to me now as I type this, but wouldn’t we all wish for some kind of miraculous peace at the end? (I’ll go back and look at that section, but I’ll bet someone here remembers her transition better than I do!) Maybe GGM thinks that we all have to have clarity before our suffering ends and our wisdom begins.


    I’m still thinking about the apparitions and non-logical events, the reasons for them, the intentions of the author. I want to read the next chapter and then comment.
    I was also struck by the seventeen gold fish possibly paralleling the seventeen Aurelianos: maybe there was actually a place GAB’s heart and memory for them, even though Ursula thought that he never loved anybody!
    I’ll be away for most of the week, but if I find an online computer I can use, I’ll check in.

    Joan Pearson
    January 26, 2004 - 11:50 am
    Traude, thanks for checking your copy. Yes, even without the caps or italics, ominous clouds are forming for those left behind in Macondo. In Chapter XVI we see Aureliano Segundo step out into the streets to assess the damage. The banana company has been long gone. Is the army still a presence? I can't tell. There are survivors though...folks who had lived in Macondo before the banana company had ever come to town. Can they pull themselves together and resume life as it was before? Why do the events have to have been "fatal" - why can't they resume life as before? Is there a lack of leadership? Can't the Buendia heirs step in and pull things together? Or are the people so dispirited that they too wish to die, now that the sun shines on the reality of what happened? Are they remembering what happened?

    Remember Marvelle's links? The yellow of the flowers and butterflies symbolizes life. The yellow sun is life-giving, life affirming. I agree with you, this rain symbolizes something...but not exactly sure what. Jo'sidea of waiting for the rain to stop before dying - waiting for understanding, waiting for lucidity? The period of rain and solitude tended to numb the senses. Is GGM saying that in order to die, one needs to be clear-headed? See, I'm still not sure why they are waiting to die. Maybe they are waiting and just don't know it?

    The scene in which Marquez's funeral cortege passed by the Buendia house was telling. It was so pitiful...it affected all who witnessed it...expecially Fernanda. And it was when she saw the procession that Urusla told Aureliano Buendia that she would die when the rain stopped. Was it because of what she saw?

    I find Aureliano Segundo an interesting...and likeable character, don't you? He's another who puts off life until the rain stops. Decides to stay with Fernanda until it clears, and then go back to Petra. Apparently Fernanda is still beautiful, though not appetizing. Still, she's afraid he'll slip into her bedroom and she will have to reveal some condition that came with the birth of Amaranta Ursula. Traude, I'm quite sure there is some physical ailment, that she is too embarassed to see a doctor face to face, but do believe she is writing to some doctors, trying to explain her condition and get relief through the mail. I really don't think she's imagining the doctors, though they cannot see the problem, they must rely on her beat-around-the-bush description. (hahaha, I just realized what I wrote!)

    Jo - the connection between the 17 goldfish CAB had created, only to pointlessly destroy and the 17 sons he "created" during the pointless war, only to be extinguished...ab interesting thought, isn't it? I'm not sure he loved the sons. Not sure he loved anyone. But he does seem to regret the waste of life.

    Traude, I look forward to the link too. That war seems to have been "fatal" to that part of Columbia as well.

    ALF
    January 26, 2004 - 03:28 pm
    Poor Noah and his family only had to suffer 40 days and 40 nights. Macondo's deluge went on forever.

    Traude S
    January 26, 2004 - 04:16 pm
    JOAN, the connection between the 17 fishes and the 17 sons, oh absolutely!

    I've tried to post the link this morning. The URL worked perfectly when entered directly into the spot on top of the screen.

    It did show correctly also in the post(s) and was clickable, but did not produce the correct message. I'll try again after the news.

    Deems
    January 26, 2004 - 07:12 pm
    Excellent information on the Aztec background and the color yellow, marvelle. I had the butterflies as symbols of rebirth since that is true in our culture as well, but I knew that yellow was some kind of hopeful sign because of the context of the novel and I was trying to work that out.

    Joan--I don't think that the first words of the chapters being in either all caps or italics means anything at all. Traude, I think you're right--it's simply a printer's convention, sort of akin to making the first letter of every chapter a huge and ornate capital. I'm thinking of those glorious illuminated manuscripts of the gospels and prayer books, but more recently, the capital has also been used.

    Welcome, Countryheart!

    We really should have coordinated with OPRAH! Who knew that she would be picking this novel for her next read? We're glad to have you with us, and even though we are toward the end of the novel, you can go back and read the beginning. Write whenever you have a thought. They are always welcome.

    ~Maryal

    Traude S
    January 26, 2004 - 07:14 pm
    Let me try this one more time :
    http://www.onwar.com/aced/data/9999/1kdays1899.htm

    Deems
    January 26, 2004 - 07:16 pm
    OK, the lady is truly over the edge. She makes up some doctors with whom she corresponds. They tell her what is wrong with her and recommend surgery, but scheduling the procedure seems to be a difficulty!

    Just goes to show you that this woman is not altogether in her right mind, if she ever was. I do like the touch of the imaginary doctors, though.

    Deems
    January 26, 2004 - 07:17 pm
    Hi, Traude. There's nothing there following the colon.

    Deems
    January 26, 2004 - 07:18 pm
    Thank you, Traude. I'm off to read it.

    Traude S
    January 26, 2004 - 07:55 pm
    I am so sorry. This link works for me. Perhaps you could enter the URL in the appropriate place on the screen.

    The reference is not crucial, but it corroborates the approximate number of people killed during that span of time and explains the difference between the Liberals and the Conservatives in slightly greater detail. (Red was the color of the Liberals, blue that of the Conservatives. Remember when Don Moscote came to town with his many daughters, he demanded that all the houses be painted blue.)

    What is so tragic for Colombia is that after all that blodshed nothing has changed, the strife has only become worse. The civil war began afresh in 1957; frequent skirmishes between Government and paramilitary forces and rebels are still the order of the day and make the country a very dangerous place.

    Yes JOAN, at the time of the rain the Government kept the populace under tight control.

    MARYAL, I agree: Fernanda may have suffered from a form of religious madness, which produced extreme rapture and ecstasy; it afflicted at least one Romantic German poet: Novalis. His (religious) poem "Hymn" made me blush when I read it for the first time half a lifetime ago, and I still cannot read it without feeling uncomfortable in the extreme because of the erotic overtones (which, being directed to God, I find inappropriate ).

    JOAN asked how it was possible to hide the (clearly planned) massacre from the people of Macondo so completely as if it had never happened. The little boy whom José Arcadio Segundo saved lived to tell the tale when he was an old man, and no one believed him. Yes, I know that it is possible to deceive the masses with brute force, intimidation and secrecy. After all, I grew up under a dictatorial system.

    more later

    P.S. I am glad the link worked for you, MARYAL.

    Joan Pearson
    January 27, 2004 - 07:21 am
    Andy commented on the length of time Noah and company waited out the storm compared to the years the deluge continued in Maconda. Maybe Maryal can comment on this, but it is my understanding that Noah's world before the flood was in a state of moral decay. Only Noah and those close to him were chosen to board the arc, while everyone else was destroyed. From Noah's tribe then, the world was reborn. What of Macondo? We see a similar state of moral decay before the storm - are those who survived, (waited out the storm before leaving town - or dying) - are they supposed to be the chosen, the future of Macondo?

    It seems to me that in this instance as in so many others, GGM uses not only irony, but also cynicism. Do you sense that? Is he basically a cynic? Does he believe that man, the society of man is on a downward spiral? Or do you see signs of hope for a better future? If you do, please, please share them! Traude, thank you for persevering. The link works just fine. The actual story of the Thousand Days War is just one more reason for GGM's cynicism.

    And as you point out, you lived through the dictatorial system in which the masses were intimidated with brute force and secrecy. Fear can make you forget anything if your life depends on it, doesn't it? Do you care to expand on your own experience? I'll bet anything that fear did not make you FORGET what you knew to be true, did it? What I didn't understand in the story, was when Aureliano Segundo visited his twin and assured him that the massacre did not happen. How could he not know? This is not a big enough town for the massacre of 3000 people to take place unnoticed. Why would Aureliano lie to his brother? Perhaps he knows it is true, but fears for Jose Segundo's safety if he tells his story? That's the only explanation I can come up with. What did you think when you read that? Did Aureliano Segundo really NOT know of the massacre?

    Joan Pearson
    January 27, 2004 - 07:55 am
    Ah, Fernanda! She does manage to get our attention, doesn't she? Maryal, have you run out of patience with her? Traude, do you feel any sympathy for her at all? She is clearly suffering from some physical and quite possibly, mental illness. Sallow complexion, purple circles under her eyes. Being pent up in the house with her husband and her inlaws all this time finally gets to her...it would me too! Didn't you find yourself smiling at her concern that her husband might desire her? A Segundo has lost interest in those things...even with Petra Cotes. He actually stayed with Petra for three months during the storm, until it let up a little. It doesn't matter where he spends his time does it?

    When he does returns home, he spends all his time in Meme's room with the children and Meme's encyclopedia...which he cannot read.

    So Fernanda is ill, the house is in disrepair, the food supply is dwindling - she finally erupts into the wonderfully rendered descriptive tirade, which I thought was worth the price of the book itself! The metaphors! GGM at his best! Did you learn anything about her you didn't know while listening to her rant? What effect did it have on her husband? Did her outburst fall on deaf ears?

    Deems
    January 27, 2004 - 09:45 am
    What a really interesting question, Joan. Is Marquez cynical about humanity? Or to bring down the scope a little, is he cynical in this book?

    I think it is possible to be cynical in one area of life while still holding on to a hope that humankind has lots of possibilities. After reading the summary of the 1000 Days War which Traude provided, I have decided (for the time being) that Marquez is cynical about politics, at least as they play out and have played out in Colombia.

    We have seen how those who go to war come to believe that they are not fighting FOR anything. It looks like Col. Aureliano is modeled on those guerrilas that the government had such a hard time suppressing. He becomes a man who has ICE (along with the color yellow, another repeating symbol in this book) at his heart instead of love.

    So, do we see HOPE in the novel? It seems to me that HOPE is manifested in different characters at different times and is most usually connected to appreciation of sex and life, eating, playing music and drinking. Those who for one reason or another cannot find any of these develop ICE inside them. Perhaps it is the ICE inside her that is Fernanda's true physical ailment?

    Maryal

    Scrawler
    January 27, 2004 - 12:01 pm
    "It might have been thought that the deluge had given him the opportunity to sit and reflect and that the business of the tardy yearning of so many useful trades that he might have followed in his life and did not; but neither case was true, because the temptation of a sedentary domesticity that was besieging him was not the result of any rediscovery or moral lesson. It came from much farther off, unearthed by the rain's pitchfork from the days when in Melquiades' room he would read the prodigious fables about flying carpets and whales that fed on entire ships and their crews. It was during those days that in a moment of carelessness little Aureliano appeared on the porch and his grandfather recognized the secret of his identity.

    The condition of the streets alarmed Aureliano Segundo. He finally became worried about the state of his animals and he threw an oilcloth over his head and went to Petra Cotes's house. He found her in the courtyard, in the water up to her waist, trying to float the corpose of a horse. Aureliano Segundo helped her with a lever, and the enormous swollen body gave a turn like a bell and was dragged away by the torrent of liquid mud. When Aureliano Segundo decided to go see what was going on, he found only the corpse of the horse and a squalid mule in the ruins of the stable. Petra Cotes watched him arrive without surprise, joy, or resentment, and she only allowed herself an ironic smile.

    Aureliano Segundo returned home with his trunks, convinced that not only Ursula but also all the inhabitants of Macondo were waiting for it to clear in order to die. He hd absorbed the look and folded arms, feeling unbroken time pass, relentless time, because it was useless to divide it into months and years, and the days into hours, when one could do nothing but contemplate the rain.

    Macondo was in ruins. In the swampy streets there were the remains of furniture, animal skeletons covered with red lilies, the lst memories of the hordes of newcomers who had fled Macondo s widly as they had arrived. The houses that had been built with such haste during the banana fever had been abandoned. The wooden houses, the cool terraces for breezy card-playing afternoons, seemed to have been blown away in an anticipation of the prophetic wind that years later would wipe Macondo off the face of the earth.

    The rains of macondo remind me of the Biblical story of Noah when it rained for forty days and forty nights. I wonder if the fact that it rained for "four years, eleven months, and two days" has some significane in the number of days that it rained?

    Deems
    January 27, 2004 - 01:29 pm
    Interesting observation, Scrawler. The Biblical turn of phrase in "four years, eleven months, and two days" reminds me of the length of time sometimes given in the Old Testament for the length of a king's reign. The difference is that Marquez provides the months and days whereas in the Bible the reign is in years only.

    Reminds me of something I meant to post some time ago. Part of the "Biblical sounding" of this novel has to do not only with details from the plot but also with language. Marquez frequently uses such phrases as "It was at that time that. . ." and "During those days. . ."

    The second one, chosen because it's where I opened the book is, in full:

    "During those days Jose Arcadio Segundo reappeared in the house" (280 pb).

    In this case the "days" referred to are those around the time that Meme brings her 68 classmates home for a stay.

    Because Marquez moves backward and forward in time, it is often difficult to know just which days are being referred to in the recurring phrases.

    Maryal

    ALF
    January 27, 2004 - 05:39 pm
    40 days, 40 nights-war, pestilence, death-- what's left before man destroys man? The good news is that there is a fever of restoration going on in the home.

    As he raffled off his tickets, Aureliano Segu. thought without saying so that the evil was not in the world but in some hhidden place in the mysterious heart of Petra Cotes..."

    Traude S
    January 27, 2004 - 08:05 pm
    Gosh, so many thoughts, such insight. Wish I knew where to begin.

    Yes, with GMM, every word counts; one cannot afford to overlook any of them. Remember the sheets ? They were brabant sheets and Fernanda wished she'd get them back. From the name it can be deduced that they were imported from Brabant, a region belonging partly to the Netherlands, partly to Belgium.

    Oh yes, there is irony aplenty, and also very sharp (shall we say?) observations, for instance on pg. 245

    "The gringos, who later on brought their languid wives in muslin dresses and large veiled hats, built a separate town across the railroad tracks with streets lined with palm trees, houses with screened windows, small white tables on the terraces, and fans mounted on the ceilings, and extensive blue lawns with peackocks and quails. The section (sic) was surrounded by a metal fence topped with a band of electrified chicken wire which during the cool summer mornings would be black with roasted swallows. No one knew as yet what they were after, or whether they were actually nothing but philanthropists, and they had already caused a colossal disturbance, much more than that of the old gypsies, but less transitory and understandable.... It was at that time that they built a fortress of reinforced concrete over the faded tomb of José Arcadio, so that the corpse's smell would not contaminte the waters."

    There is more to ponder on that same page. There can hardly be no doubt that the conditions under which the people worked for the banana company were abominable and that they were taken as complete fools. Complicity on the part of the gringos in the massacre, or quiet acquiescence at the very least, is strongly implied. Later GMM speaks of the "electrified chicken coop".

    By the time Fernanda thought she might consult the gringo doctor, the company was closing down, and she could not bring herself to see the French doctor in town, because she considered him "arrogant". (He was probably the same who took care of the French matrons (so-called).)

    MARYAL, I can neither empathize nor pity Fernanda, only shake my head. I marvel at people who are so hopelessly dense and fixated and, ultimately, beyond reach and beyond help. The cruelty toward Meme and the baby is incomprehensible and unforgivable, especially from someone so pious.

    JOAN, you asked why Aureliano Segundo did not believe what his twin told him - simple enough : Aureliano Segundo was duped like everyone else in Macondo and elsewhere in the country; the Government and the military drummed in their "truth" very convincingly.

    You asked about my experience. That is a long story. To sum it up: I escaped from Germany a few months before the end of WWII with one suitcase. I re-entered Germany in September of 1947 with a passport issued by the International Red Cross.

    Joan Pearson
    January 28, 2004 - 07:34 am
    Good morning! Such wonderful observations and insights! Where to begin? Genesis is always a good place to start, don't you think?

    Anne questioned whether the fact that it rained for "four years, eleven months, and two days" has some significance in the number of days that it rained? This is one of the best examples of magical realism isn't it? GGM specifies an exact number, a real number for a preposterously long rainy season. When Maryal pointed out that the Biblical turn of phrase in "four years, eleven months, and two days" reminded her of "the length of time sometimes given in the Old Testament for the length of a king's reign,"I decided it was time to go right to the source - Genesis. Oh my, I am reminded that there is nothing like the writing of the Old Testament!
    "In the six hundredth year of Noah's life, in the second month, the seventeenth day of the month, the same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken up, and the windows of heaven were opened. 12: And the rain was upon the earth forty days and forty nights." Genesis, 7
    Talk about magical realism! Clearly GGM spent time reading Genesis! There was something else that caught my eye - did it catch GGM's?
    "I will no more curse the earth for the sake of man, for the imagination and thought of man's heart are prone to evil from his youth; therefore I will no more destroy every living soul as I have done." Chapter X
    What went through GGM's mind when he read this promise? Maryal you consider GGM to be cynical about politics in Columbia, but see HOPE in the characters who appreciate life - sex, eating, drinking, music. For some reason, this does not fill me with confidence - can we expect such people who live for the moment to be prepared to withstand the next oppressor who comes to town to take advantage of the partying residents?

    Traude, you have stories to tell! Can you remember if your family, friends, relatives had any idea of what was going on in your country at the time you left? It was a good time, an exciting time, a time of restoration when you returned in 1947? Andy sees hopeful signs in the fever of restoration that follows the flood in the Buendia home. I'm wondering how successful old Ursula will be this time in restoring the house. She's so old - like Noah, and the house is in such disrepair. Money is gone too! Is there HOPE?

    One last line from Genesis, God to Noah and his family following the flood:
    "Increase you and multiply and fill the earth."
    Anne describes Petra's attempts to "multiply" as she had in the past...not much to start with though...ONE squalid mule. Noah had PAIRS of animals to repopulate the earth. Had to smile at the idea that both Fernanda and Petra could both be referred to as "ladies of breeding" ...

    Not finished with you yet - you posted so many interesting thoughts and observations yesterday. I do need to make some preparations for tomorrow's trip - am so ready to get out of the ice and cold, even if nothing is packed!

    Deems
    January 28, 2004 - 08:12 am
    Joan--you have a wonderful time in Florida, away from this nasty weather. You really don't have to worry about packing. Just throw some shorts and tops and maybe a pair of slacks and a cotton dress in a big duffle bag and GO. Oh, and underwear and socks. That about does it. If you forget something crucial, Florida has lots of stores!

    Joan is going to be away for a bit so everyone has to put up with me alone--I'll get in here as much as possible, but Joan is more consistent than I am so we will all miss her.

    Glad that Joan looked up Noah and his lifespan. She found the specific years, months, days! My reference was to a little later when the kings and prophets are often designated by year only.

    I understand Joan's point about not living simply for the day, or to enjoy the pleasures of life; I think what I meant to say is that there are people in One Hundred Years who are life-affirming as opposed to people like Fernanda and Amaranta who are saying no to life. Especially Amaranta who decides to not get over a slight, to hold it close to her for the remainder of her life. Her natural sexual instincts are thus distored and perverted. Petra, on the other hand, believes in life. Even after the years of rain, she is still working at trying to hold something together.

    ~Maryal

    Scrawler
    January 28, 2004 - 11:58 am
    "Fernanda really believed that her husband was waiting for it to clear to return to his concubine. During the first months of the rain she was afraid that he would try to slip into her bedroom and that she would have to undergo the shame of revealing to him that she was incapabable of reconciliation since the birth of Amaranta Urusla. That was the reason for her anxious correspondence with the invisible doctors, interrupted by frequent dissters of the mail. During the first months when it was learned that the trains were jumping their tracks in the rain, a letter from the invisible doctors told her that hers were arriving. Later on, when contact with the unknown correspondents was broken, she had seriously thought of putting on the tiger mask that her husband had worn in the bloody carnival and having herself examined under a fictitious name by the banana company doctors.

    She resigned herself to waiting until the rain stopped and the mail service was back to normal, and in the meantime she sought relief to ehr imagination, because she would rather have died than put herself in the hands of the only doctor left in Macondo, the extravagant Frenchman who ate grass like a donkey. She drew close to Ursula, trusting that she would know of some palliative for her attacks. But her twisted habit of not calling things by their names made her put first things last and use "expelled" for "gave birth" and "buring" for "flow" so that it would all be less shameful, with the result that Ursula reached the reasonable conclusion that her trouble was intestinal rather than uterine, and she advised her to take a dose of calomel on an empty stomach. If it had not been for that suffering, which would have had nothing shameful about it for someone who did not suffer as well from shamefulness, and if it had not been for the loss of the letters, the rain would not have bothered Fernanda, because, after all, her life had been spent as if it had been raining."

    These paragraphs are a good example of magical realism. I know myself I have trouble expressing myself in person and especially to a doctor about my problems. It is difficult to describe your illnesses so that others might understand them. I can see her shame and why she wanted to wear the tiger msk. I can also understand why she didn't want to go to the French doctor who "ate grass like a donkey". Yeah! I don't think I'd want to put my trust in someone like that. I think I'd prefer "invisible doctors" than one who ate grass." I can also see the other side of the coin as well. If you don't give the doctor, all of the information how can you expect him to come to a rational decision. I recently read somewhere that a doctor in England instructed another doctor in the United States on an operation by the internet. Perhaps we have "invisible doctors" after all since the patient never saw the doctor in England.

    That last sentence is very interesting: "...the rain would not have bothered Fernanda, because all, her life had been spent as if it had been raining." I know there were times when I thought I had my own personal rain cloud.

    Deems
    January 28, 2004 - 04:40 pm
    Scrawler~ You quote lines about Fernanda that help us to remember her as well as her illness. She has some sort of "female trouble," but if she could just use words that come closer to describing what is wrong to Ursula, who is a woman and would most likely help, then she wouldn't have to correspond with "invisible doctors."

    I was interested that you identified with her a little because you sometimes have trouble discussing specifics with a doctor, and I was heartened to hear your understanding that you wouldn't get the help you might need if you couldn't speak plainly.

    I figure that doctors have heard and seen just about everything either from patients or from each other and that nothing I can say will upset them. Thus all I have to do is get by my own embarrassment which I can generally hold at bay by prefacing my remarks with something along the lines of, "I'm not sure exactly how to describe this, but. . . ." and then I do the best I can and after a while the doctor generally comes in with questions to help me pin down what is going on.

    That business about Fernanda feeling that she has been living under a cloud all her life rings true to me.

    Joan Pearson
    January 28, 2004 - 08:20 pm
    Well, I'm packed and ready to go. A few quick notes before pulling the plug...
  • Aureliano's silver goldfish...(do we know what they symbolize?) Anne posted yesterday - "in Melquiades'room he would read the prodigious fables about flying carpets and whales that fed on entire ships and their crews. Do we know when Aureliano I first started to make these fish? Did the whale have anything to do with the reason he made fish?

  • "animal skeletons covered with red lilies" - oh, I missed that vivid image the first time I read it! Not white lilies...have you ever seen red ones?

  • The French doctor Fernanda could not bring herself to see...because she considered him "arrogant" and "he ate grass like a mule!" I'd love to know what you thought about that? What grass did he eat, do you suppose?

  • "the rain would not have bothered Fernanda, because all, her life had been spent as if it had been raining." Ahh, what a sad life. I don't see how things could have been any different for her, do you? Perhaps when Aureliano married her and brought her out of her old life to Macondo she could have made a fresh start...but I do think it was too late. Anne, that's interesting that you feel the little clouds follow you around...I do too! Will let you know if it's raining in Florida!
  • In Chapter XVII, there is evidence that SOMEONE performed a rather primitive operation on her...the wound from her crotch to her rectum. Oh you don't suppose she did it to herself, do you?

    Will leave you to discuss this interesting character as well as Ursula. I'm having a hard time watching how the children treat this strong old woman who is now doll-size....once the backbone of the family, and now carried around as a "newborn old woman"...These two children need supervision!

    Have fun with this - will try to get off the beach (out of the rain) to a computer. I'll miss you all!

    ~Joan

    Deems
    January 29, 2004 - 12:17 pm
    and may no clouds, little or big, follow you to the beach! I'm starting to think about the little fish that Col. Aureliano made and what they might mean. They seem to be, like the color Yellow and the Ice, a repeated image, but I have no idea what they might symbolize. The early Christians apparently used to draw a simple fish in the ground in order to identify themselves as Christians.

    In the Roman catacombs, many drawings of fish can be found.

    Today some Christians put fish symbols on their cars to identify themselves.

    But do Aureliano's fish have anything to do with this ancient Christian tradition? I have not been able to find a particular reason why Aureliano makes fish. He does give one to each of his 17 sons, sort of like a talisman, but I'm unclear as to why he does that.

    So, what do you all think about the FISH?

    ~Maryal

    Scrawler
    January 29, 2004 - 12:22 pm
    "Amaranta Ursula and little Aureliano would remember the rains as a happy time. In spite of Fernanda's strictness, they would splash in the puddles in the courtyard, catch lizards and dissect them, and pretend that they were poisoning the soup with dust from butterfly wings when Santa Sofia de la Piedad was not looking. Ursula was their most amusing plaything. They looked upon her as big, broken down doll that they carried back and forth from one corner to another wrapped in colored cloth and with her face painted with soot and annatto, and once they were on the point of plucking out her eyes with the pruning shears as they had done with the frogs. Nothing gave them as much excitment as the wanderings of her mind. Something, indeed, must have happened to her mind during the third year of the rain, for she was gradually losing her sense of reality and confusing present time with remote periods in her life to the point where, on one occasion, she spent three days weeping deeply over the death of Petronila Iguaran, her great-grandmother, buried for over a century. She sank into such an insane state of confusion tht she thought little Aureliano was her son the colonel during the time he was taken to see ice, and that the Jose Arcadio who was at that time in the seminary was her firstborn who had gone off with the gypsies. She spoke so much about her family that the children learned to make up imaginary visits with beings who had not only been dead for a long time, but who had existed at different times. Sitting on the bed, her hair covered with ashes and her face wrapped in a red kerchief, Ursula was happy in the midst of the unreal relative whom the children described in all detail, as if they had realy known them. Ursula would convere with her forbears about events that took place before her own existence, enjoying the news they gave her, and she would weep with them over deaths that were much more recent than the guests themselves. The children did not take long to notice that in the course of these ghostly visits Ursula would always ask a question destined to establish the one who had brought a life size plaster Saint Joseph to the house to keep until the rains stopped."

    This certainly reminds me of my own childhood when I sat with my grandfather while he told me of his youth in Greece and the times he first came to America. To me they were just tales, but to my grandfather they were about real people he had loved. I especially enjoyed it when he told me how he used to sneak out of his house to go to the village so he could dance with the girls. Or the time he got involved with some older boys and they delegated him to steal a casaba, but he got caught by the farmer and had to suffer the consequences.

    ALF
    January 29, 2004 - 01:40 pm
    While reading this story I had the feeling that something was lacking here in Macondo. hmm-mm - what could it be? It is Love!

    There is no love evident here. The love of fellow man and mankind died with JAB. It doesn't seem as the most natural of affections, such as mother for child, or child for parents exists. There is a litany of existence without love and affection for brother /sister (except sexual passion.) These characters exhibit little regard for the "other guy."

    Deems
    January 29, 2004 - 02:29 pm
    Hi, ALF~~How right you are. There isn't much evidence of LOVE in Macondo. Even in the case of JAB, our patriarch, I don't see much love. He spends much of his life off in a world of study and wild plans of one kind and another. Wait, I take it back, there is some love shown by Ursula when she continues to visit her husband's ghost under the chestnut tree. I suppose Ursula loved JAB although he must have been a difficult man to live with.

    I wonder if Marquez wrote "Love in the Time of Cholera" so that he could make up for his omission here.

    There is love in the language, love on the part of the writer for carefully rendering these fallible creatures of his.

    Joan Pearson
    January 30, 2004 - 11:28 am
    Hi there! Oh I wish you were here...hotel right on the beach - cheap - empty rooms. You all need a respite! My plan to use the one computer in the hotel will not work out, so Plan B is to use precious 30 minutes here in the Hollywood library. Keyboard skips every five letters or so, so this cramps style too. please excuse the nature of this post...short comments as I am racing the clock!

    *goldfish - Maryal, yes, goldfish are yellow, but remember that Aureliano's goldfish are silver - with ruby eyes. Does that mean anything? No, I still haven't a clue either. Maybe they aren't a symbol for any thing, but rather the act of creating them might be mean something?

  • love - Andy, what would you call the relationship between Petra Cotes and Aureliano Segundo? I think it grew into love...funny how she started sending food to Fernanda first to humiliate her and then out of compassion. What did you think when you read that Petra and Segundo came to regard Fernanda as "the daughter they never had?" First I thought it was a typo. But I think that's what GGM meant...what did you think?

  • "big, broken down doll" - Anne, I was so moved by the description you quoted - of the kids playing with Ursula as if she were a doll. It reminds me of the lack of respect. Lack of regard and appreciation for the old person who has led such a life they will never know. But in some ways, they can't be blamed. No one talks to them, teaches them, pays them any heed. How can they appreciate who this old woman was. She has really shrivelled, hasn't she? These kids can carry her around. Santa Sofia puts her on the family altar to see if she is as big as the statue of the Christ Child!
  • When Ursula dies, two things happen: the birds come crashing through screens to their death and then Father Isabel attributes the death of the birds to the strange Wandering Jew, said to be a cross between a billy goat nd a female heretic. Wow! Whadduhyah think of that? A Wandering Jew is a plant, that's about all I know - but where did this term, "Wandering Jew" come from? GGM writes that he brings about " the birth of monsters in newlywed women." IF the WJ is in fact making the rounds in Macondo, things don't look good for a future generation, do they?

    When Ursula dies, GGM writes that this is the end of Macondo. I was thinking about the meaning of the birds dying when Ursula died - went back to the beginning of the book, when the Buendias first settled in Macondo.
    "In a short time he (JAB) filled not only his own house but all of those in the village with troupials, canaries... The concert of so many different birds became so disturbing that Ursula would plug her ears with beeswax so as not to lose her sense of reality."
    The way I see it, Ursula's life is a metaphor for the life of Macondo. The birds were brought in when Urula came to town. Ursula regresses into a "doll" - a rather useless doll- so lifeless that the children think she has died. Macondo has regressed as well. Such a small town, a dying town. The birds brought in when the town was so hopefully established die as Ursula dies.

    "Joan you have 6 minutes, says the librarian." We are off to Ft. Lauderdale this afternoon to get a look at the Queen Mary. Have any of you ever seen her? Ever "crossed the pond" aboard this magnificent lady?

    Will try to get in tomorrow!
    ~Joan

    Scrawler
    January 30, 2004 - 11:40 am
    "Jose Arcadio Segundo was still reading over the parchments. The only thing visible in the intricate tangle of hair was the teeth striped with green slime and his motionless eyes. When he recognized his great-grandmother's voice he turned his head toward the door, tried to smile, and without knowing it repeatd and old phrase of Ursula's. She scolded Jose Arcadio Segundo as if he were a child and insisted that he take a bath and shave and lend a hand in fixing up the house. The simple idea of abandoning the room that had given him peace terrified Jose Arcadio Segundo. He shouted that there was no human power capable of making him go out because he did not want to see the train with two hundred cars loaded with dead people which left Macondo every day a dusk on its way to the sea. "They were all of those who were at the station," he shouted. "Three thousand four hundred eight." Only then did Ursula realize that he was in world of shadows moe impenetrable than hers was, as unreachable and solitary was as that of his great-grandfather was. She left him in the room, but she succeeded in getting them to leave the padlock off, clean it every day, throw the chamber pots away except for one, and keep Jose Arcadio Segundo as clean and presentable as his grandfather had been during his long captivity under the chestnut tree.

    I can relate to the words: "The simple idea of abandoning the room that had given him peace terrified Jose Arcadio Segundo."

    Just like Ursula he was happy with his "world of shadows more impenetrable than hers". Is there really anthing wrong to live within "a world of shadows"? I would think of these characters were living in the real world and they went about their ordinary lives that the novel would be extremely boring. It is because these characters dwell in a "world of shadows" that makes this book interesting. We want to know why, how, when, especially after we have discovered where. Would we be so curious if say Ursula was a busy housewife or Jose Arcadio Segundo was an eight to five accountant? Having the characters different makes them interesting. Is it that way in the real world?

    Deems
    January 30, 2004 - 03:11 pm
    JOAN! Woooeeee. Joan has found a library. Yes! I've been at school all day, just home now and I see my partner who just can't take all that warmth and beach. Have a great time in Ft. Lauderdale, Joan. Don't worry about us; we will struggle through. Heh.

    Anyway, one of the advantages about having colleagues is that sometimes one finds out interesting things. For example, today I was talking with Mike P. who is a veritable walking encyclopedia. I can't remember how we got there--I think we were talking about Conrad's book "The Secret Agent" which he is currently teaching and which I have never read. Somehow we got from there to silver mines in Latin America.

    Apparently there are still quite a few active silver mines in Latin America and in Colombia. Bingo, I said to myself--there's the silver for Col. Aureliano's little fishes. I had been wondering why they weren't made of gold (sort of goes with the recurring yellow). But since silver is locally available, it makes more sense that Aureliano would have used silver.

    Joan--I forgot about Petra and Aureliano Segundo--YES! I think we have an example of real love there. Their original attraction may have been simply physical, but by the end of their time together, it is evident that they do love each other.

    Scrawler--Please expand on your point about withdrawing and how you understand Jose Arcadio's retreat. I'm trying to see it as more positively than I do.

    More snow is expected in a few days--people who are in Florida should extend their stay--but in the interim we will have a clear weekend with sunshine, something there has been little of the last week or so.

    ~Maryal

    Traude S
    January 30, 2004 - 08:30 pm
    Yes, I don't understand why the shop is called silver shop but the fishes are described as golden. In any event, there are fewer and fewer of them. And there are now other portends represented by the bold red ants and the termites, eating away at the house, dilapidated by now. As if that were not enough, there is Aureliano Segundo, when back at home for a spell, digging up the ground in search of the gold coins... damaging the foundation while doing so ...

    There is a wealth of material in chapter XVII, especially about the profound and ongoing changes that occurred after the massacre and the deluge. "Macondo was in ruins", we read at the end of chapter XVI. In chapter XVII we read about the progressive decline of different characters, the complete change-around of Aureliano Segundo, who once could eat and drink more and longer than anyone else, partied harder than the best of them. He still wanders between his house and Petra's house, but he dies - as promised - in his bed at home.

    On pg. 363 we read that "He was a changed man." His weight is 156 pounds down from 240, "the glowing and bloated tortoise face had turned into that of an iguana, and he was always on the verge of boredom and fatigue. For Petra Cotes, however, he had never been a better man than at that time, perhaps because the pity that he inspired was mixed with love, and because of the feeling of solidarity that misery aroused in both of them." (emphasis mine)

    What jumps out at me from pg. 365 is the sentence "Both (Petra and Aureliano Segundo) looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude." (emphasis mine) Whatever enlightenment and even happiness it brings is short.

    The mixing up of the twins' identical coffins is the ultimate irony.

    JOAN, do enjoy every minute of warmth and relaxation !

    Surely Shirley
    January 31, 2004 - 05:36 am
    Although it was peculiar the way that Ursula was carried around and played with like a doll with no adult intervening to put a stop to it, I wonder whether this may be better than just sticking old people in nursing homes and then seldom visiting. Even though not included in the adult activities, at least Ursula was still part of the family.

    Traude S
    January 31, 2004 - 08:44 am
    SHIRLEY, I agree, totally. Despite everything, Úrsula remained a vital part of the family, her energy (spirit) virtually inexhaustible (willing), until the flesh became too weak. It was she who realized that time was turning in a circle ! (Don't we also say "the more things change, the more they stay the same" ?)

    Santa Sofia de la Piedad, unappreciated or underappreciated, turned out to be a saint in the real sense of the word; it was she who plugged the leeches off Úrsula's back one by one so that she would not be bled to death by them.

    Since we are on the subject of elderly care or the lack of it, let me share my recent experience. After surgery late last year, the doctors decided I needed transitional care before going home. Unfortunately, the local hospital's excellent Transitional Care Unit, where I spent time after my hip and knee replacement operations, has been reduced to 6 beds, all for patients with new joints, because of the tremendous need for new beds.

    So I was sent to an outside rehabilitation facility, a handsome brick building which I had seen go up in the mid-nineties, clearly built for the 21st century. The lobby is breath-taking with ornate chandeliers and mirrors, clearly designed to impress. Things on the floor are quite different : the beds need to be cranked manually; there's no phone, no TV.

    I cannot speak to the treatment of long-term patients, some of whom were nodding in chairs at the end of the hallway; one, never seen, screamed periodically day and night, pour soul, and I felt for all of them.

    But I was in possession of all my faculties (which was determined at admission with a series of the most basic, insulting questions). Even so I was treated as if I were "out of it". The medications, under lock and key at the nurse's desk, were dispensed irregularly, except in the morning; rings to the nurse's office were answered late, evenignored, on one occasion 5 times in a row (!), until I protested at a Family Conference with the heads of the staff. By the time my son joined, late, with grandson in tow just picked up from school, I had had my say. Thank God I was able to. But, I wonder, what happens to people who cannot or choose not to ?

    Things improved to some extent but I redoubled my efforts toward discharge. The occupational and physical therapists were dedicated, competent, in short outstanding; several nurses very caring, some less so, ditto for the (underpaid) aides, several of whom went out of their way to get a nurse when my bandage (covering 30 staples) was hanging loose yet again.

    The whole experience was sobering. And I will never again voluntarily return to the place with the stuning lobby and the antediluvian beds.

    Joan Pearson
    January 31, 2004 - 10:51 am
    It's raining at the beach - but it's 82 degrees. I'll take it! While our room is getting cleaned, I came over to the library to see what you all are up to...

    Last night I was looking over this chapter again...and realized I made a big mistake yesterday in writing of Fernanda's crude stitches - they went from crotch to sternum. You know, after reading it again, I'm fairly certain that she did this to herself! This woman is so completely alone in her misery, isn't she? I guess I feel more for her than I do for Ursula, Traudee Ursula had a full life, and as you say, she is regressing but surrounded by loved ones. Santa Sofia is taking care of all her physical needs, treating her with the same attention one gives a newborn. Fernanda's never got off the ground. She never started to live and she had every opportunity to make something of it. I guess she was jealous of Meme's ability to live. And remember how Aureliano delighted in Meme. She couldn't get her out of town fast enough, could she. It's odd how no one talks about her. Is she forgotten forever? It appears that way. Will young Aureliano ever show an interest in learning who his mother was? I guess the "official" story that he is a foundling is all he will ever know. He does have access to Meme's room...isn[t that eerie...her books - that all important encylopedia...which no one in the house is able to read.

    Fernanda is showing signs of aging too...losing things, blaming others for moving them. I had to laugh. She starts gluing things in place, tying strings on scissors...
    Oops, time's up. Will try to get back on Monday, unless the sun is shining! haaha!

    Deems
    January 31, 2004 - 11:50 am
    Backing way up to an observation Traude made in post 570—I meant to comment on it before. I love the quote about the gringos, “who later brought their languid wives in muslin dresses and large veiled hats, built a separate town across the railroad tracks with streets lined with palm trees, houses with screened windows, small white tables on the terraces, and fans mounted on the ceilings and extensive blue lawns with peacocks and quails.”

    First, I laughed out loud when I read the description of the gringos’ wives—they are perfectly described. They have to wear all those big hats and veils because their skin is totally unaccustomed to the tropics. Also wonderful is the description of the houses of these new white people’s houses. They have streets lined with palm trees as well as screened windown. And then that large blue lawn (obviously expensive grass seed) with quails and peacocks!

    A wonderful picture forms in my mind, a kind of mix between English gentry country homes and the wealthier parts of California.

    Scrawler --In one post you reminded us of Jose Arcadio Segundo refusing to come out “because he did not want to see the train with two hundred cars loaded with dead people which left Macondo every day at dusk on its way to the sea.” When I encountered that sentence, I immediately thought of all the cars of all the trains that carried Jews (and others deemed unacceptable) to concentration camps during the 40’s. A shudder ran through my body as the realization hit that Marquez has created a whole world in a small town and the 3408 people who are shot in the square can stand for the millions lost under Hitler’s regime.

    Marquez is drawing small and large at the same time.

    Shirley--Wonderful observation that warehousing old people in nursing homes (I’m thinking of those who really could live in a home, not those with Alzheimer’s or another dementia) and then seldom visiting them seems worse than anything that the children do to old Ursula. At least Ursula has meaningful human contact if it is only the play of children.

    Traude--In response to your comments on the rehab center, I can only say that I know of what you speak, not from my own experience but from that of relatives. I especially felt awful about that patient who screamed periodically during the day and the night. How awful for her/him as well as for all the rest of you. And YOU were able to convince “them” that you were in full possession of your faculties and to bring your protests to a Family Conference (backed up by family members I was glad to read)! The world of the “sick” is completely different from that of the outside world.

    Florida Joan--You think you’ve got it hard! It’s about 29 degrees or so here, and we are keeping the snow to greet you upon your return. The good news is that, although cold, it is really sunny and quite beautiful. I do not as yet have chilblains.

    Yes, I think all the evidence points to Fernanda’s having performed her own “surgery” on the long-distance advice of the invisible doctors. Such a pity that she couldn’t find her voice to speak her trouble.

    ~Maryal

    Scrawler
    January 31, 2004 - 12:21 pm
    I have spent most of my life in solitude even when there was chaos all around me or perhaps it was because of the chaos. I always found solitude peaceful. I guess that's why I think the way I do.

    "Aureliano Segundo thought without saying so that the evil was not in the world but in some hidden place in the mysterious heart of Petra Cotes, where something had happened during the deluge that had tuned the animals sterile and made more scarce. Intrigued by the enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miricle of loving each other as much as the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two wornout old people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs."

    Garcia Marquez in an interview with Peter H. Stone for his "Paris Review" said: "It always amuses me tht the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination while in truth is that there's not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality." The author further explained in his "Playboy" interview with Claudia Drefius: "Clearly, the Latin American environment is marvelous. Particularly the Caribbean...the coastal people were descendants of pirates and smugglers, with a mixture of black slaves. To group up in such an environment is to have fantastic resources for poetry. Also, in the Caribbean, we are capable of believing anything, because we have the influences of all those different cultures, mixed in with Catholicism and our own local beliefs. I think that give us an open-mindness to look beyond the apparent reality."

    One poet's view of love:

    Love is Like Rain

    Love is like rain It starts as drizzle A fine rain falling steadily

    Then it begins to pour Rain coming down in heavier doses A great raindrop hits you hard

    A heavy rain - washes over your head And down the sides of your neck And if you're not careful you'll drown.

    ~ Anne M. Ogle

    Based on the above paragraph as expessed by the author himself, we must assume that love can be found in this book as it can be found in the real world. There certainly are several examples of love throughout this book and to a greater extent a love of humankind itself.

    Traude S
    January 31, 2004 - 10:30 pm
    JOAN, regarding your question # 3 on chapter XVII :

    GMM mentioned the Wandering Jew before = he is the legendary character condemned to roam the lands forever because he struck Jesus on the day of the Crucifixion. I have speculated earlier that the author may have been referring symbolically to the Jewish Diaspora.

    GMM said in interviews, and also in the first volume of his candid memoir, that the character of Colonel Aureliano Buendía is in fact based on his own grandfather who sired 17 illegitimate sons, and that Macondo closely resembles the town in which the author was born (Arataca was its name- if memory serves) and which he left when he was 8 years old. As a student he idled away his time until his mother picked him up "by the ears" to save him from the life of a wastrel. Mother and son traveled to Arataca with a view toward selling the old mansion. They found a ghost town, and the mansion dilapidated, much like the house in Macondo looked at this point in our story. This journey changed his life. Incidentally, Colonel Gerineldo Márquez is based on another of his forbears.

    Question # 5 : The solitary José Arcadio Segundo left the legacy of the manuscripts undeciphered in the hands of the painfully shy Aureliano. At the time of his death JAS knew only that the language was Sanskrit, nothing more.

    Question # 4 : It was the tragedy of Fernanda's life that she could not open up to anyone, even while people were still around, because she was encased in the rigid corset of her tradition. She was an only child and the last of her family. . The only realm available to her was fantasy. I agree that her wound was self-inflicted. There is no other explanation.

    Scrawler
    February 1, 2004 - 12:27 pm
    "They found her dead on the morning of Good Friday. Very few people were at the funeral, partly because there were not many left who remembered her, and partly because it was so hot that noon that the birds in their confusion were running into walls like clay pigeons and breaking through screens to die in the bedrooms.

    At first they thought it was a plague. Housewives were exhausted from sweeping away so many dead birds, especially at siesta time, and the men dumped them into the river by the cartload. On Easter Sunday the hundred-year-old Father Antonio Isabel stated from the pulpit that the death of the birds was due to the evil influence of the Wandering Jew, whom he himself had seen the night before. He described him as a cross between a billy goat and a female heretic and infernal beast whose breath scorched the air and whose look brought on the birth of monsters in newlywed women. There were not many that paid attention to his apocalyptic talk. But one woman woke evrybody up at dawn on Wednesday because she found the tracks of a biped with a cloven hoof. They were so clear and unmistakable that those who went to look at them had no doubt about the existence of a fearsome creature similar to the one described by the parish priest and they got together to set traps in their courtyards. That was how they manged to capture it.

    When they got there a group of men were already pulling the monster off the sharpened stakes they had set in the bottom of a pit covered with dry leaves, and it stopped bellowing. It was as heavy as an ox in spite of the fact that it was no taller than a young steer, and a green and greasy liquid flowed from its wounds. Its body was covered with rough hair, plagued with small ticks, and his skin was hardened with the scales of a remora fish, but unike the priests' description, its human parts were more like those of a sickly angel than a man, for its hands were tense and agile, its eyes large and gloomy, and on its shoulderblades it had the scarred-over and callused stumps of powerful wings which must have been chopped off by a woodsman's ax. They hung it to an almond tree in the square by its ankles so that everyone could see it, and when it began to rot they burned it in a bonfire, for they could not determine whether its bastard nature was that of an animal to be thrown into the river or a human being to be buried. It was never established whether it had really caused the death of birds, but the newly married women did not bear the predicted monsters, nor did the intensity of the heat decrease."

    In some sense this reminds me of Christ's temptation by the devil. Perhaps Ursula too had her demons to fight off represented by the creature that the priest described and that the people found. She was always afraid that her children would be born with a pig's tail and the priest referred to the heretic woman. When she died this demon or devil was released into the world.

    Joan Pearson
    February 2, 2004 - 08:09 am
    - a lovely day here in the tropic zone. Sunny and 81 degrees. I'm zoning!" It will be hard to return to the reality of winter. I'm thinking of all of you, wishing you were here - honest!

    Maryal, I simply love what you said yesterday..."Marquez is drawing small and large at the same time." Just a perfect description! Thank you!

    Anne, I live in the midst of chaos, but that is nothing compared to the chaos within. Sometimes I blame it on Gemini, my sign - always compelling me to bite off more than I can handle. What starts as a drizzle always results in a deluge! I believe this vacation pace is the best thing for me - feel self relaxing during this time-out, this period of solitude. I yearn to be a withdrawn Aureliano.

    Our Aureliano Segundo is not really a true Aureliano, is he? But he seems to be withdrawing and turning into one. I love the passage you quoted, the shared solitude he enjoys with Petra. Earlier we read about the zinc sheets he had imported to turn her bedroom into a cozy intimate haven for their passionate lovemaking as they listened to the raindrops on the zinc roof. Now he has "exhausted his quota of salaciousness" - when he hears the raindrops on the zinc roof he remembers "without bitterness or repentance." The two stay up late in - "a sleepless innocence of 2 sleepless grandparents" worrying about children...and Fernanda.

    Loved the poem, Anne - is it yours? Don't get mad, I thought of myself as a turkey drowning on a few raindrops. Seriously, love has the capacity to drown, doesn't it? Thank you for sharing that...when I go home, I will print it out. I've read ahead - on the consequences of the overwhelming "love" you describe.

    Joan Pearson
    February 2, 2004 - 08:33 am
    Anne, that was important information you brought us from Peter Stone's interview...
    "It always amuses me tht the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination while in truth is that there's not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality." I don't feel so bad chasing down the symbolism or meaning behind so much of what he wrote.
    Traude - thank you so much for the information...Colonel Aureliano Buendía is in fact based on his own grandfather who sired 17 illegitimate sons! That would explain his use of the number "17".

    Aureliano Segundo changed...other characters in the book changed, but did Fernanda change at all? At first I had hopes for her when Pilar read her cards looking for the cause of Aureliano's throat malady. I thought that Fernanda had succombed to the black arts and was sticking pins into his photograph to get him to home to her to die. But as it turned out, there was no photo, only the pessaries. Do you notice any change in Fernanda's character, or does she represent the unchanging Church in Macondo?

    So both Segundo's are now buried, Aureliano with a wound in his throat, and Jose Arcadio with an identical gash in this throat...inflicted by Santa Sofia true to her promise not to let them bury him alive. Placed in identical coffins, looking very much alike...coffins placed in wrong markers. Loved that touch!

    The Buendia household is much diminished...by the carpenter ants and the strange housemates...Fernanda, her mother-in-law - and young Aureliano. I found the relationship between Fernanda and Santa Sofia fascinating. Did you find it odd that SS would walk out now, into the unknown - a bag lady? Why not just keep on keeping on?

    Time is nearly up...hope to make it back tomorrow. Serious beach time now. Will think of you, and the snow in the DC area, Maryal! Wish you were here!

    Scrawler
    February 2, 2004 - 11:34 am
    "Then she confied in her son Jose Arcadio and the latter sent her the pessaries from Rome along with a pamphlet explaining their use, which she flushed down the toliet after committing it to memory so that no one would learn the nature of her troubles. It was a useless precaution because the only people who lived in the house scarcely paid any attention to her. Santa Sofia de la Piedad was wandering about in her solitary old age, cooking the little that they ate and almost completely dedicated to the care of Jose Arcadio Segundo.

    After numerous postponements, she shut herself up in her room on the date and hour agreed upon, covered only by a white sheet and with her head pointed north, and at one o'clock in the morning she felt that they were covering her head with a handkerchief soaked in a glacial liquid. When she woke up the sun was shining in the window and she had a barbarous stitch in the shape of an arc that began at her crotch and ended at her sternum. But before she could complete the prescribed rest she received a distrubed letter from the invisible doctors, who said they had inspected her for six hours without finding anything that corresponded to the sysmptoms so many times and so scrupulously described by her. Actually, her pernicious habit of not calling things by their names had brought about a new confusion, for the only thing that the telepathic surgeons had found was a drop in the uterus which could be corrected by the use of pessary.

    With everything that has happened in this book, it does not surprise me to see a "telepathic operation" had been preformed. Miracles happen every day and with modern medicine I'm sure that some day a "telepathic operation" will occur or at least one in which the doctor and the patient are not in the same room. The Internet has brought us a world that a few short decades would have been considered science fiction. Nothing is impossible. The impossible just takes longer.

    Deems
    February 2, 2004 - 03:53 pm
    AT last I am home from work and errands, and I see that JOAN has posted new questions for us. We did a pretty good job covering the last set; let’s see how we can do with the new ones.

    But first, SCRAWLER, you quoted the disturbed letter that Fernanda receives from the invisible doctors after she has performed the surgery on herself, and you conclude that it doesn’t surprise you, given everything else in this novel, that a “telepathic operation” has been performed. That’s such a good insight. Over the course of reading this book, I too have begun to anticipate something odd and foreign lurking around the corner. If the Buendia house takes wings and flies, I’m not going to be too surprised!

    JOAN—You keep going to the beach until you are totally relaxed and then pick up 100 Years at any random point and read a couple of paragraphs. Maybe even have a Marguerita first. I guarantee that the tropics you are in will influence the way you read Marquez. I’m so glad to hear that you are getting in the swing of letting your mind turn to mush—what’s a mind for anyway? Relaxation is a wonderful thing, and you have worked so hard on this discussion.

    JOAN has written ALL the questions for 100 Years, everybody. Ordinarily I help with the questions, but for the first time in my life, I found it hard to frame any. JOAN’s have been more than satisfactory. She deserves a round of applause.

    Maryal

    GingerWright
    February 2, 2004 - 04:03 pm
    I have enjoyed all of your post but there are only so many hours in the day, so what can I say except "Thanks All".

    Lou2
    February 3, 2004 - 07:03 am
    I have to say I've gained about 100 pounds with the great feast you all have provided for me here!!! What great insights you all have gleened from this great puzzler of a book! Thanks so much, Joan and Maryal, as well as to all the posters here, for the time and energy you have devoted to understanding the un-understandable!!!

    Lou

    Lou2
    February 3, 2004 - 09:55 am
    From The Lexus and The Olive Tree by Thomas L. Friedman… pages 31 and 32

    “You cannot be a complete person alone. You can be a rich person alone. You can be a smart person alone. But you cannot be a complete person alone. For that you must be part of, and rooted in, an olive grove.


    “This truth was once beautifully conveyed by Rabbi Harold S. Kushner in his interpretation of a scene from Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s classic novel One Hundred Years of Solitude:


    “Marquez tells of a village where people were afflicted with a strange plague of forgetfulness, a kind of contagious amnesia. Starting with the oldest inhabitants and working its way through the population, the plague causes people to forget the names of even the most common everyday objects. One young man, still unaffected, tries to limit the damage by putting labels on everything. ‘This is a table,’ This is a window,’ ‘This is a cow; it has to be milked every morning.’ And at the entrance to the town, on the main road, he puts up two large signs. One reads ‘The name of our village is Macondo,’ and the larger one reads ’God exits.’ The message I get from that story is that we can and probably will, forget most of what we have learned in life- the math, the history, the chemical formulas, the address and phone number of the first house we lived in when we got married- and all that forgetting will do us no harm. But if we forget whom we belong to, and if we forget that there is a God, something profoundly human in us will be lost.”


    I continue to be amazed... once I encounter something, like 100 Years, it is everywhere!!

    Lou

    Scrawler
    February 3, 2004 - 12:06 pm
    "Aureliano did not leave Melquiades' room for a long time. He learned by heart the fantastic legends of the crumbling book, the synthesis of the studies of Hermann the Cripple, the notes on the science of demonology, the keys to the philosopher's stone, the Centuries of Nostradamus and his research concerning the plague, so that he reached adolescence without knowing a thing about his own time but with the basic knowledge of a medieval man.

    He was talking to Melquiades. One burning noon, a short time after the death of the twins against the light of the window he saw the gloomy old man with his cow's wing hat like the materialization of a memory that had been in his head since long before he was born. Aureliano had finished classifying the alphabet of the parchments, so that when Melquides asked him if he had discovered the language in which they had been written he had not hesitated to answer Sanskrit.

    Melquiades revealed to him that his opportunities to return to the room were limited. But he would go in peace to the meadows of the ultimate death because Aureliano would have time to learn Sanskrit during the years remaining until the parchments became one hundred years old, when they could be deciphered.

    Aureliano made progress in his studies of Sanskrit as Melquiades' vists became less frequent and he was more distant, fading away in the radiant light of noon. The last time that Aureliano sensed him he was only an invisible presence who murmured: "I died of fever on the sands of Singapore."

    According to the dictionary a "scholar" is a specialist in a particular branch of learning. "Sanskrit" is the old Indicia literary language as cultivated from the 4th century BC onward and still used in the ritual of the Northern Buddhist Church: because of the antiquity of its written expression and the detailed descriptive analysis in the Sutras of the Hindu grammarian Panini (end of the 4th century BC), Sanskrit has been very important in the origin and development of comparative Indo-European linguistics. "Linguistics" the science of language. The study of the structure, development of a particular language and of its relationship to other languages.

    I think that even though Aureliano was not aware of his own times, he could be seen as a scholar of Sanskrit. It is because he is hidden; housebound, uneducated that he is perfect to learn the languages necessary to decipher Melquiades' predictions. It would take the very nature of "solitude" to decipher a language such as Sanskrit.

    Traude S
    February 4, 2004 - 12:49 pm
    Thank you for the preceding posts and, JOAN, for the incisive questions on Chapter XVIII.

    1. It is ironic that the hidden-away, uneducated, unloved Aureliano seems destined to decipher Melquíades'manuscripts. We don't know why he is chosen. Could it be that GMM considered him "worthier" ?

    2. Before leaving the house after a lifetime of selfless service, Santa Sofia de la Piedad says to Aureliano "I give up, this is too much house for my poor bones." Her attempts to fight the ants and the cobwebs, the termites and the other signs of the unstoppable decay were in vain. Movoer, she had lost her twin sons on the same day - what else did she have to live for ? It is telling (and significant), I think, that it is Aureliano who presses on her 14 fishes when she had only wanted to take along what little she had.

    When Fernanda heard of the "flight", she "ranted for a whole day as she checked trunks, dressers, and closets, item by item, to make sure that Santa Sofia de la Piedad had not made off with anything". How very typical !

    3. Was it despair that made ths emotionally arid woman become "human in her solitude" ? Or perhaps the realization that she too was mortal ? That she was utterly alone - save for her own unacknowledged grandson whom she had thought of drowning in the cistern when he was brought to the house at 2 months of age ?

    And the height of irony, bordering on tragedy : It is this unacknowledged grandson, unaware of his parentage,now grown but still forbidden to leave the house (!), to whom she turns after she burns her fingers when trying (for the first time in her life) to light a fire; it is he who shows her how to make coffee, he who makes the simple food that she takes alone at the head of the dining room table, on family linen and with her family's candelabra, facing empty chairs.

    4. The non-seminarian son (great description, JOAN) returned home after receiving her last letter, "dictated by the foreboding of imminent death", but even before reading Fernanda's will, "which was nothing but a detailed and tardy recapitulation of her misfortunes, the broken-down furniture and the weeds on the porch had indicated that he had fallen into a trap from which he would never escape, exiled forever from the diamond light and timeless air of the Roman spring." (emphasis mine)

    On pg 396 we read that he had "continued nourishing the legend of theology ad canon law so as not to jeopardize the fabulous inheritance of which his mother's delirious letters spoke and which would rescue him from the misery and sordidness he shared with two friends in a Trastevere garret." ('Trastevere' is a quarter of Rome on the other bank of the Tiber river; 'Tevere' in Italian.)

    Broke, he "crossed the ocean in the hold of a ship where immigrants were crammed together like cattle in a slaughterhouse, eating cold maraconi and wormy cheese." (pg. 397)

    More later

    Scrawler
    February 4, 2004 - 02:40 pm
    "Then she put on her one Sunday dress, some old shoes of Ursula's and a pair of cotton stockings that Amaranta Ursula had given her, and she made a bundle out of the two or three changes of clothing that she had left.

    "I give up," she said to Aureliano. "This is too much house for my poor bones."

    Aureliano asked her where she was going and she made a vague sign, as if she did not have the slightest idea of her destination. She tried to be more precise, however, saying that she was going to spend her last years with a first cousin that lived in Riohacha. It was not a likely explanation. Since the death of her parents she had not had contact with anyone in town or received letters or messages, nor had she been heard to speak of any relatives. Aureliano gave her fourteen little gold fishes because she was determined to leave with only what she had one peso and twenty-five cents. From the window of the room he saw her cross the courtyard with her bundle of clothing, dragging her feet and bent over by her years, and he saw her reach her hand through an opening in the main door and replace the bar after she had gone out. Nothing was ever heard of her again.

    When she heard about the flight, Fernanda ranted for a whole day as she checked trunks, dresers, and closets, item by item, to make sure that Santa Sofia de la Piedad had not made off with anything. She burned her fingers trying to light a fire for the first time in her life and she had to ask Aureliano to do her the favor of showing her how to make coffee. With time he was the one who took over the kitchen duties. Fernanda would find her breakfast ready when she arose and she would leave her room again only to get the meal that Aureliano had left covered on the embers for her, which she would carry to the table to eat on linen tablecloths and between candelabra, sitting at the solitary head of the table facing empty chairs. Even under those circumstance Aureliano and Fernanda did not share their solitude, but both continued living on their own, cleaning their respective rooms while the cobwebs fell like snow on the rose bushes, carpeted the beams, cushioned the walls."

    I love that metaphor: "cobwebs fell like snow on the rose bushes, carpeted the beams, cushioned the walls."

    I found it interesting that it was Aureliano who got the meals and that Aureliano and Fernanda chose to not share even their solitude. Sounds like some married people I know, living under the same roof but not coming in contact with each other.

    Deems
    February 4, 2004 - 03:10 pm
    So good to see Traude and Scrawler here today! I seem to have lost my favorite (fountain) pen and am still grieving for it. Of course, it may turn up, but I've looked everywhere.

    While I was looking through various pockets (for at least the third time) I thought about what Traude said about the irony that it is the unacknowledged and illegitimate child, Aureliano, who would have the skill to learn Sanskrit--doesn't it look to you as if the spirit of Melquiades is helping him?--and also be the one who would still be around when the manuscripts came of age.

    Remember that the rules are that the manuscripts have to be 100 years old before they can be deciphered by anyone.

    Scrawler-- I love that description of the cobwebs falling like snow on the rosebushes just like you do. Sometimes the language in this book can take my breath away. And we are dealing with a translation, not with the original Spanish. I can now understand why Rabassa's translation has been so highly praised.

    Given the coincidence of my missing fountain pen, I have to admit that I really identify with this section:

    "One one occasion she lost her fountain pen. Two weeks later the mailman, who had found it in his bag, returned it. He had been going from house to house looking for its owner."

    This is Fernanda who has lost her pen, but my goodness, I just lost my very favorite fountain pen, and I don't think I am deteriorating mentally, but maybe I am. Shudder. IF I am, then maybe our mail carrier will find it in his bag and return it to me. After checking his entire route, of course, trying to find who put it there.

    ~Maryal

    Traude S
    February 4, 2004 - 04:00 pm
    MARYAL, good luck finding your favorite fountain pen.

    I can empathize; I too have displaced my favorite pen several times but (so far) luckly always found it again. The other three don't feel as comfortable in my fingers, and their tips are not nearly as resposive to my writing.

    Are you fortunate enough to have ink available locally ? Alas, I am not. I used to get my supply during my annual visits to Europe, but I have no plans to travel there any time soon.

    Deems
    February 4, 2004 - 04:20 pm
    Thanks, Traude, for sympathizing. It's very hard for non-fountain pen users to understand my despair. The pen I have lost, or I hope, misplaced was a Parker 51 which a nibmeister in New Hampshire had stubbed for me, plus replacing the old sac.

    It just came home the beginning of January and it was perfect for grading student papers. It wrote on just about all of the different papers they print out on. I was using it in my office this Monday. I thought maybe I would find it on my counter when I went to work to day, but alas it was not there. I had already looked everywhere I could think of around the house.

    Yes, we have several fountain pen stores in the DC area, and I know I am lucky. There is an excellent online ink store if you would like their url. They stock just about every ink I've ever heard of, in all available colors.

    Traude S
    February 4, 2004 - 07:15 pm
    Would you please give me that URL, MARYAL, I would be truly grateful.

    Thank you.

    I am not Catholic, but I confess that whenever I misplaced something, I would direct a quick prayer to St. Anthony (even if it was NOT Tuesday). It worked every time. Coincidence ?

    Deems
    February 4, 2004 - 09:02 pm
    I remember that saint's name (also not Catholic) and I thank you for it. Now I know who to ask.

    Source for ink: InkPalett http://www.inkpalette.com/

    I've met Ann-Marie who is one of the owners. She's good people.

    Off to bed.

    Joan Pearson
    February 5, 2004 - 06:22 am
    Home again, home again, jiggety jog! It's so true, all good things must come to an end. It was a good vacation. Am determined to maintain a slower pace, although coming home was a cold blast of reality - that sent us into a whirlwind of activity. Our water meter had frozen and we had no running water in the house. I slipped and fell on iced driveway when taking red dog out for a walk minutes after returning home. Later, when I finally turned on my computer, I found number of worm-infested emails waiting to be investigated and deleted. Norton did a good job. Are you finding an inordinate number of worms these days? What's goin' on?

    Maryal, please tell us the second you find your pen? Those confounded elves! When I was here last and saw the great job you were doing with the discussion, I took a break from the library and spent the rest of the time in the sun.
    My husband chose Solitude for his beach reading. It was fun listening to him chortle through it, and to talk about his reaction to what he read. It was interesting to talk about the book AFTER he had read the whole thing through. A different approach from the way we are doing it here. He kept going back and rereading portions...said that he missed a lot by reading through without understanding. He is really a very fast reader- we both once worked for a Reading and Study Skills Company - travelled all over the country (not together) teaching Reading and Study Skills to college students. One component of the six week course was Reading Speed. My average reading rate then was clocked at 350 words per minute - his was 800wpm. So he read through Solitude in two days. (The rest of the time he spent rereading what he read!)

    I'm off for more coffee, will print out your posts and enjoy. Thanks ~ Maryal and all of you for carrying on - admirably!

    Deems
    February 5, 2004 - 10:13 am
    Welcome back, Joan, and please be careful out there. Many many icy patches all over the place and more possible tonight. I loved your tale of Bruce reading the whole book in two days and chortling. That would have been Susan's reaction. Her memories of the book are laughing at parts of it and crying at others, more laughter though.

    Today I am going to the Giant I stopped by on my way home Monday to check the parking lot. I think I remember where I parked (amazing what you can remember when you reconstruct) and there is still ice there so maybe it has melted some and the pen can be seen.

    I've already called the office at the store several times. It's not in the lost and found. The really frustrating thing about the whole episode is I can remember using the pen to grade a paper in my office on Monday. I know I had it then. While I was grading, a student came in for an appointment and. . . what I most likely did was stick the pen in my pocket.

    Here's where the problem comes in. The pockets on the sweater I was wearing on Monday have sideways pockets that aren't very deep and the slacks I was wearing also have short pockets. Eeeeek. The pen could have worked its way out of either pocket when I got in or out of the car. I got in the car in Annapolis and have put a message on the lost and found. I got out and back in at Giant and then out at home. Home has been checked and rechecked as has office. I have completely cleaned out and searched the car.

    The good news is that St. Anthony is now working on the problem and I'm sure doing his very best. Thanks, Traude.

    Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    February 5, 2004 - 11:21 am
    It's really hard to get back into the groove - (or should I say, "grove", Lou?) We should have made our way slowly north to acclimate. A two hour plane trip is too shocking to the system... Please bear with me as I get back into the conversation here - in spurts. You made so many interesting observations in the last three days, I would like to talk with you about them before moving on.

    Lou - I've noticed too the references to Solitude seem to be popping up all over since we began this discussion in November. Have they been there all along? As we near the end I find myself wondering at GGM's message - is it really as cynical as it seems at times? Does he hold out any hope for the human race - or are we doomed since the Garden to repeat the same mistakes that will eventually destroy us all. At times I get the feeling he is saying that everything man has achieved, all the technology, the sociological organization, politics, etc - have done nothing but bring about the conditions that will eventually destroy us all. Then there are other times, like today when you reminded us of that sign over Maconda...reminding the people "God exists" as the insomnia plague threatens memory. "Ïf we forget there is a God, something profoundly human will be lost." Is this GGM's message after all? Is he telling us that all external organization - (whether it is political, religious) that forgets the dignity of the individual is going to destroy the human spirit?

    It seems to me that things really went downhill when Fernanda appeared on the scene, bringing strict adherence to Church law. She represents to me the steadfast belief in following the letter of the law, not the spirit.

    Anne, you bring us the image of the "cobwebs falling like snow on the rosebushes"...Compare that to the yellow flowers that fell like snow on Macondo at JAB's death. Flowers we concluded are symbols of life, blessings, freedom. But cobwebs are something else...death traps, inescapable decay... Today I'm in the mood to blame much of the destruction and decay in this home on Fernanda, who seems devoid of human feeling. She believes she is following the letter of the laws of her Church, but she is not recognizing the dignitiy of the individual. Her mother-in-law she thinks of as her lowly servant - finds it hard to believe she is Aureliano Segundo's mother...was never impressed with her from the beginning. AS Traude describes her reaction to the old woman's disappearance - she suspects her of having walked off with a family heirloom...as a servant might do in her estimation. I'll tell you what - I like to think that somehow Santa Sofia made it elsewhere - that she got out of Macondo just in time and made it to another place where folks had not forgotten that God exists as they had in Macondo.

    - Then there is her unacknowledge grandson. She would have kept him locked up forever if she had been able - just has she had locked up her own daughter, Meme! This woman has no heart. This woman does not believe that God exists! She does believe that her unworthy son is going to be POPE someday however.

    Maryal, the thing about St. Anthony - he doesn't care if you are Catholic or not, but you MUST BELIEVE he will help you find your pen - you say the prayer and listen with your heart for a prodding as to where you should recheck.

    Oh dear, so much more... - BUT I need to go out and slide around on the ice to get some groceries in before it snows again tonight.

    Later!

    Deems
    February 5, 2004 - 12:35 pm
    I know that JOAN would be pleased if I could find a message here, left secretly by Marquez just for the finding.

    But I can't find one. Insofar as I do find one, it's sort of a combination of:

    Life is wonderful and is to be cherished and appreciated

    and

    Lord, what fools these mortals be!

    The second one is, I think, Shakespeare (didn't check it--from either Midsummer Night's Dream or The Tempest) and the first unpoetic part is me.

    Maryal

    EDIT--Looked up the quote--It's said by the fairy PUCK to his king in Midsummer Night's Dream.

    Scrawler
    February 5, 2004 - 01:08 pm
    Mal: Close your eyes and think: "If I were a fountain pen, where would I be?" Sometimes if I can picture lost items in my mind I can find them.

    "Fernanda told them that she was happy and in reality she was, precisely because she felt free from any compromise, as if life were pulling her once more toward the world of her parents, where one did not suffer with day-to-day problems because they were solved beforehand in one' imagination. The endless correspondence made her lose her sense of time, especially after Santa Sofia de la Piedad had left. She had been accustomed to keep track of the days, months, and years, using as points of reference the dates set for the return of her children. But when they changed their plans time and time again, the dates became confused, the periods were mislaid and one day seemed as much like another that one could not feel them pass. Instead of becoming impatient, she felt a deep pleasure in the delay. It did not worry her that many years after announcing the eve of his final vows, Jose Arcadio was still saying that he was waiting to finish his studies in advanced theology in order to undertake those in diplomacy, because she understood how steep and paved the obstacles was the spiral stairway that led to the throne of Saint Peter. On the other hand, her spirits arose with news that would have been insignificant for other people, such as the fact that her son has seen the Pope. She felt a similar pleasure when Amaranta Ursula worte to tell her that her studies would last longer than the time foreseen because her excellent grades had earned her privileges that her father had not taken into account in his calculations."

    I can relate to Fernanda in her situation. I got excited just this morning when my daughter told me she'd gotten a "B" in physics when she'd been so worried about getting a good grade. Never mind that she is in pre-med at Harvard. I'm a very proud mama just like Fernanda was about her children. I can also relate Fernanda's solitude. Parenting is one area where if your children are out in the world and successful in their lives that you can be happy because you too have succeeded as well.

    Joan Pearson
    February 5, 2004 - 01:46 pm
    Ah, Anne, proud mamas, I understand. But there was much to be proud about in Meme's accomplishments. Look how quickly Fernanda put her away...out of mind. Look how she locked up her grandchild. Her only grandchild! Of course her pride was injured...but mamas are supposed to be more than about pride. Where is the mother love that will protect her cubs from all adversity? It seems we've been talking a lot about pride during this discussion - and a lot about the absence of love, doesn't it? Do we see love only when religion is not an issue...

    Anne, I've been thinking about the interview you quoted the other day in which GGM says that there is nothing in this book not based on fact. That was a vindication of sorts for our close consideration of his magical realism. I also think of another interview in which he says that nothing really important ever happened to him after he was eight years old....which accounts for the childlike atmosphere - he describes things through the eyes of a child. Children see reality as magical, the magical as reality. I can see the young Garcia Marquez hearing the story of Mary's assumption into heaven as magical. He accepts it as reality. Mary did not die, she rose up to heaven and was crowned queen. The same with Remedios. Remedios must have disappeared, don't you think? And the child is quick to assume that she has been taken to heaven the same as the immaculate virgin Mary. Isn't it interesting that all three Remedios have left the scene as young girls and yet the name "Remedios" is said to imply "healing". What do you make of that?

    Maryal, I think we will have to reach some conclusions as to the book's message before we finish next week. The Folger Shakespeare Library has a statue of Puck pointing to the US Capitol with the words, "what fool these mortals be" beneath. Someone took umbrage and broke off his hand. After two years of repair, he is back...inside the building now, but an unbreakable copy has been placed outside in the old spot to the right of the building...

    Want to get to Aureliano ...but haven't been to the grocery store yet. No snow in the forcast...now it is simply sleet and ice. Nice. Still, the grocery store will be a mad house!

    ps Congratulations, proud MAMA! Pre-med!!! You have every reason to be proud.

    Scrawler
    February 5, 2004 - 02:49 pm
    "Jose Arcadio did not ask him any questions. He kissed the corpse on the forehead and withdrew from under her skirt the pocket of casing which contained three as yet pessries and the key to her cabinet. He did everything with direct and decisive movements, in contrast to his languid look. From the cabinet he took a small damascene chest with the family crest and found on the inside, which was perfumed with sandalwood, the long letter in which Fernanda unburdened her heart of the numerous truths that she had hidden from him. He read it standing up avidly but without anxiety, and at the third page he stopped and examined Aureliano with a look of second recognition. "So," he said with a voice with a touch of razor in it, "you're the bastard." "I'm Aureliano Buendia." "Go to your room," Jose Arcadio said.

    "Jose Arcadio restored Meme's bedroom and had the velvet curtains cleaned and mended along with the damask on the canopy of the viceregal bed, and he put to use once more the abandoned bathroom, where the cement pool was blackened by a fibrous and rough coating. He restricted his vest-pocket empire of worn, exotic clothing, false perfumes, and cheap jewelry to those places. The only thing that seemed to worry him in the rest of the hosue were the saints on the family altar, which he burned down to ashes one afternoon in a bonfire he lighted in the courtyard.

    He would go out when the heat of siesta time had eased and would not return until well into the night. Then he would continue his anxious pacing, breathing like a cat and thinking about Amaranta. She and the frightful look of the saints in the glow of the nocturnal lamp were the two memories he retained of the house.

    Jose Arcadio, who left the seminary as soon as he reached Rome, continued nourishing the legend of theology and canon law so as not to jeopardize the fabulous inheritance of which his mother's delirious letters spoke and which would rescue him from the misery and soridness he shared with two friends in a Trastevere garret. When he received Fernanda's last letter, dictated by the foreboding of imminent death, he put the leftover of his false splendor into a suitcase and crossed the ocean in the hold of a ship where immigrants were crammed together like cattle in a slaughterhouse, eating cold macroni and wormy cheese. Before he read Fernanda's will, which was nothing but a detailed and tardy recapitulation of her misfortuens, the broken-down-furniture and the weeds on the porch had indicated that he had fallen into a trap from which he never would escape, exiled forever from the diamond light and timeless air of the Roman spring."

    I love the statement: "Then he would continue his anxious pacing, breathing like a cat..." I also like the discription of Jose Arcadio's voice: "with a voice with a touch of razor in it..."

    I have to wonder about the lives of Fernanda and Jose Arcadio, if only they had been honest with each other and themselves. What could their lives have been? It's almost like the author is giving us a warning to lay our cards on the table and be open with each other even if it may hurt.

    I love what Aureliano Buendia says when Jose Arcadio calls him a bastard. Actually for a "bastard" and in spite of his solitude I think he may be the only sane person in the bunch.

    Traude S
    February 5, 2004 - 03:31 pm
    JOAN, welcome back !

    I was going to post earlier but then found that my problems paralleled yours, demanding unilateral attention : Frozen pipes from the main, frozen outside faucets. NO WATER (no water for tea, no shower, on and on). In midafternoon a nice guy from the Town Water Department solved the problem... (I keep my fingers crossed).

    Regarding chapter XVIII :

  • Late in the tale, a new enigmatic character appears, the Wise Catalonian. Is he, or could he possibly be, a reincarnation of Melquíades ?

  • And lookie, lookie, who is mentioned in this chapter but our friend Amaranta !! José Arcadio, the would-be-pope, conjures up the memory of her, which provides him with a temporary respite from his asthma and from the realization that he is in fact trapped in the decaying mansion... What prevented him from taking the treasure, once found, and change his life, for good ?

    Reading José Arcadio's POV, we realize with a shock that, indeed, the nearly blind Úrsula - benevolent and well-intentioned as she may have been - had an involuntary hand in this young man's failure. She had sequestered him to a corner of the room where the plaster saints frightened him, until he could creep away; she doused him with rose water so that she could at least SMELL his whereabouts, no longer able to see him.

    Let's just think of it in philosophical terms : Were Úrsula's ambitions for her progeny misguided ... or all that different from what parents and granparents nowadays want for theirs ?

    Is there a lesson for us regarding the treasure- originally hidden in the plaster saint- how it was found, by whom, what happened to it and how "useful" it was ? Was it a curse ? A blessing ?

    JOAN, I have to agree with your husband : the only way is to plunge into this book head first, for better or worse, and proceed with care - read it preferably from a place you can't escape (which was true for me) or a place from whch you don't want to escape <g>
  • Joan Pearson
    February 5, 2004 - 09:04 pm
    Anne, I was so relieved to read that Fernanda had unburdened her heart to Jose Arcadio - feared she'd go to her grave with the secret. She does have a close relationship with him, doesn't she? She was able to write to him for pessaries and now she reveals the secret concerning Aureliano. She seems not to have the same relationship with Amaranta Ursula.

    This strange boy...still dreaming of those sensual bath times administered by Amaranta ...while Ursula was grooming him for the seminary, dousing him with a kind of holy water, the rose water, Amaranta was showing him the pleasures of the world. Traude, it would make sense that since he is Ursula's chosen one, she will see that the treasure is revealed to him. Strange the way it glowed beneath the floor boards under her bed. Still not sure why she changed her mind. She had been adament about waiting for the men who left the money to come for it.

    Why the shrine in Meme's room. Is she a martyr in his eyes? He begins to take those long baths that Remedios the Beauty was famous for, while recognizing Meme's bathroom trysts with Mauricio. He loses himself in memories of Amaranta as he floats in these baths. Not sure I understand why he has turned the house into a Neverland ranch with those naked boys. Is he reliving his youth through them?

    Traude, the Wise Catalonian - did he have a name? He is another Melquiades, isn't he? He has the wisdom of the ages at his fingertips in those books. No one in this town seems interested in the books in the store - no one but Aurealiano, who has gone as far as he can go with the parchments and the encyclopedia. I think both Melquiades and Wise Catalonian represent learning, knowledge, wisdom - not valued in this town. When a society gives education short shrift, it is doomed. Let's hope Aureliano sticks to his work - he's running out of time. When Melquiades is satisfied that he has the tools and the knowledge, he moves on to his resting place and the ants invade the room for the first time. Those parchments are next!

    Tomorrow, lets talk about those ants! Tomorrow Amaranta Usula appears on the scene. She hasn't any idea who Aureliano is. Her mother didn't think to confide in her!

    Tomorrow! Tomorrow!

    Jo Meander
    February 5, 2004 - 09:43 pm
    GGM says that Fernanda “became human in her solitude.”

    Aureliano decides to ask Fernanda for permission to get the books Mequiades says he will need. When he meets her in the kitchen, he does not find “The woman of every day, the one with her head held high and with a stony gait . . . but an old woman of supernatural beauty with a yellowed ermine cape, a crown of gilded cardboard, and the languid look of a person who wept in secret. . . . Anyone who could have seen her in front of the mirror, in ecstasy over her own regal gestures, would have had reason to think that she was mad. But she was not. She had simply turned the royal regalia into a device for her memory. The first time that she put it on she could not help a knot from forming in her heart and her eyes filling with tears because at that moment she smelled once more the odor of shoe polish on the boots of the officer who came to get her at her house to make her a queen, and her soul brightened with the nostalgia of her lost dreams. She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst, and only then did she discover how much she missed the whiff of oregano on the porch and the smell of the roses at dusk, and even the bestial nature of the parvenus. Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first wave of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.”


    Magnificent writing!


    But a minute after becoming “human,’ she refuses to allow Aureliano to get the books! GGM evokes our pity for her, but he doesn’t let us forget how far she is from being able to show love and compassion. She has rejected her own grandson, made him a prisoner, and has not even treated him as well as she would a good servant. The picture of her deterioration and sadness is wrenching (the confusion and forgetting business rings bells that I just as soon wouldn’t answer! My mother tied things to chairs because she feared losing them. Today I couldn’t remember my lawyer’s last name!) But then we are reminded of her meanness, her prudery and lack of warmth toward any human being. She has feelings for herself only, and that is a pitiable state for anyone to be in. Fernanda’s son, Jose Arcadio, has inherited her coldness and goes her one better with his unsavory, self-indulgent behavior. He made me shudder, the way that all the revelations about our pop culture luminary does. Amaranta Ursala has her father’s joi de vivre and Ursula’s energy, optimism and work ethic …when she first arrives with the silk-leashed husband, anyway.

    Jo Meander
    February 5, 2004 - 09:57 pm
    I think Fernanda's heart falls apart when she sees herself falling apart. That's the only thing that moves her to tears!

    Scrawler
    February 6, 2004 - 12:01 pm
    Was it because of Aureliano's solitude that made him who he was or was he this "filthy and hairy man deciphering the parchments" in spite of his solitude? Does appearance make the man or is what inside of him that is important?

    It seems to me that Jose Arcadio was not the ideal man even after he found Ursula's treasure. His life seemed to have very little purpose while Aureliano had something to accomplish despite how crazy he looked.

    Therefore appearances can be deceiving. We don't judge a book by its covers, why should we judge a person from the outside.

    I don't think Aureliano would have had any use for Ursula's treasure. His treasure was in his mind not in what money could buy for himself.

    Traude S
    February 6, 2004 - 05:50 pm
    At first GMM gives the reader only hints of the would-be-pope's hidden past : garret, three companions, misery (financial misery, one assumes), the air of the Roman spring.

    Once José Arcadio is back (and "trapped") in Macondo, he gives full rein to his lascivious proclivities : what he ends up having there are unrestrained orgies, not innocent puerile games.

    Questions on chapter XIX :

    1. Amaranta Úrsula (AU) was propelled by a "nostalgic mirage" (pg. 408), intent on recreating the past, an endeavor doomed to fail.

    2. Macondo was somnolent when AU came back; so were its inhabitants.

    3. AU's ambitious, expensive effort to repopulate Macondo with canaries was a spectacular failure. The birds (like the rats on a sinking ship) clearly knew better than to stay.

    4. AU has the best of intentions when she tries to coax Aurelano out of his cocoon, away from the manuscripts. She gives him an allowance. He is free to go, and now he even enjoys it - unlike the first time when the non-priest sent him out for asthma medicine against the specific instructions of his mother . Aureliano never did work up his courage to ask Fernanda outright to go to the nameless Wise Catalonian's book shop, and when he finally did, he found her dead, "encased in ivory".

    5. Biologists claim that insects cannot be eradicated and will outlive mankind.

    6. Pilar Ternera survived Úrsula; she knew the Buendías intimately, and she knew (cards or no cards) that their destiny would be fulfilled.

    How sad that the last Aureliano bastard, Aureliano Amador, came to the house in despair as the ultimate refuge he knew, and they (José Arcadio and Aureliano) "knew him not"; he too was killed.

    Jo Meander
    February 7, 2004 - 12:09 am
    Traude, I thought that Fernanda refused to allow AU to go to the bookstore the day he cleans himself up and cuts his hair so that he can confront her in the kitchen ??? It is sad about Aureliano Amador! is the fact that they "knew him not" as one of their own another symptom of their inevitable extinction? Is GGM suggesting that the survival of all of us is threatened by the fact that we actually perceive others as strangers when they are really brothers, children of the same planet? For me Macondo operates as a creation, life journey, extinction metaphor.


    So glad you stood up to the administration of that rehab facility! Congrats!

    Joan Pearson
    February 7, 2004 - 08:20 am
    I don't know what I feel about Fernanda at this point. Jo...her "heart fell apart" as she regressed into the past, right? She realized her lost aspirations and dreams...I guess in that way, she is human. We all must face this realization - and recognize the moment when we can no longer take charge or have any influence to change wrongs that we perceive. We just need to accept things as they are. That will be so hard! Ursula lay down and died when she realized that she could no longer save the family, the house from decay. Santa Sofia was still able to walk away from the impossible situation. Fernanda is feeling loss and nostalgia...that's "human" - Her heart falls apart when she realizes the reality of her situation.

    The next morning when she sees Aureliano all slicked up and acting so deferential towards her - "the claws of reality tore at her"...she can't bear to look at him. Too bad she didn't break down then and tell him who he was. Is it her pride that won't let her confess to this servant? In reality, that is what he has been to her.

    Anne, appearances DO play such a large part in how others perceive you - unfortunately appearances convey more than the reality of what lies beneath. That night he hears writing something and her sobbing in her room - Is she writing that letter to her son, confessing to the seminarian what she has done with Meme, and revealing that he is Aureliano's uncle? She dresses herself in her ermine...and dies this very night, no longer able to face reality.

    Fernanda is tired and worn out...just like Maconda. Does Maconda realize its situation...that it is dying? I don't think so. Traude writes that the town is somnabulent. I think that is the case, dying, but unaware that it is dying...remember Ursula? At the end she realizes that this is what death is.

    Jo, "Macondo - "a creation, life journey, extincition metaphor." I think we are getting at GGM's message...when brother does not recognize brother, extinction is at hand.

    Yes, it is magnificent writing, isn't it?

    Joan Pearson
    February 7, 2004 - 08:33 am
    The mood changes abruptly with Amaranta Ursula's appearance on the scene. She opens the house to fresh air and sunshine...has the wherewithal to bring the place to life again, just as Ursula has done at other times. Gaston's enterprise promises to infuse new life into the economy of the town. What's more, she accepts her "foster brother" as a comrade and attempts to coax him out of his solitude. Is a cycle about to repeat itself? Why is it different this time? Why not go through it all over again? GGM seems to be saying that creation is NOT an unbroken circle as Ursula had concluded. Is he recognizing that there will be a Biblical catclysmic end as Nostradamus foretold? Is this what Melquiades has written in the parchments? What is the 100 years of solitude GGM writes about? The story of civilization, from start to FINISH?

    Scrawler
    February 7, 2004 - 11:36 am
    "Amaranta Ursula returned with the first angels of December, driven on a sailor's breeze, leading her husband by a silk rope tied around his neck."

    I love this sentence - so poetic, but is it realistic or just magical realism?

    "She did not even take a day of rest after the long trip. She put on some worn denim overalls that her husband had brought along with other automotive items and set about on a new restoration of the house. She scattered the red ants, who had already taken possesion of the porch, brought the rose bushes back to life, uprooted the weeds, and planted ferns, oregano, and begonias again in the pots along the railing. She took charge of a crew of carpenters, locksmiths, and masons, who filled in the cracks in the floor, put doors and windows back on their hinges, repaired the furniture, and white-washed the walls inside and out, so that three months after her arrival one breathed once more the atmosphere of youth and festivity that had existed during the days of the pianola. No one in the house had ever been in a better mood at all hours and under any circumstances, nor had anyone ever been readier to sing and dance and toss all items and customs from the past into the trash. With a sweep of her broom she did away with the funeral mementos and piles of useless trash and articles of superstition that had been piling up in the corenrs, and the only thing she spared, out of gratitude to Ursula, was the daguerreotype of Remedios in the parlor."

    On the surface this "tossing of items and customs from the past into the trash" seems to be a good cleansing of the house but there is a danger that the young don't understand. For those of us that are older "tossing the past into the trash" is hurtful. Now at my age I seem to have more memories than I have approaching years. Not that I'm not looking forward to the future, but I do have many souvenirs of memories and the thought that someone would come in after I have gone and sweep them way into the trash makes me sad.

    I think Amaranta Ursula is more like her father than her mother. Just the way she sweeps the past away makes me say that, but I almost wish she did have a bit more of her mother in her. Than again our children are never really about us. They may have some of our physical atributes and some emotional ones too, but they are individuals in their own right.

    Deems
    February 7, 2004 - 01:07 pm
    I think the leash that Amaranta Ursula leads her husband around on is real, a real leash. A little later there is mention of how he came to agree to wear the collar (the one I assume the leash is attached to). It works metaphorically, too, of course. Amaranta Ursula is such a force that she can keep any man on a short leash--and does.

    At least one of the keys to this book, I think, is Ursula's realization, back a couple of chapters ago, that life is circular. She isn't happy to know this but the conclusion seems indisputable.

    I think of my own life. I've lived long enough now to see virtually every fashion from my lifetime come into vogue once again. In addition, there are many remakes of movies that I saw when I was a teenager. I see a lot of circularity--which the young take for "new." Fortunately, I do not have Ursula's temperament and thus don't find such knowledge difficult. But it IS interesting.

    As for the rise and fall of Macondo and the Buendia family, they almost seem to be one thing to me. Macondo is like the house that the Buendia family occupies. The town also "rises" under the banana company, if we consider economic well-being, but at the same time the town "falls" under the banana company since many workers are exploited and eventually gunned down. The town's "rise" is its "fall."

    Time to go get more towels in the washer--flooding took place around this area big time, including more water in the garage than I have ever seen before. Today though-----SUNSHINE at last. YAY!

    Joan Pearson
    February 7, 2004 - 01:26 pm
    - Anne, came back in just now with an answer to your question earlier about what use Aureliano would have made of Ursula's hidden money...maybe he would have bought out the Catalonian's store of books? Better use than Jose Arcadio made of them, no? So much irony. Jose Arcadio finds the treasure which eventually leads to his murder. I'm trying to remember who those men were who put the money in Ursula's care in the first place? Was this money raised to fight one of the futile wars? Ursula promised to hold on to the money for those who left it with her. I could understand if it remained buried forever underneath her bed... I guess she was mistaken about Jose Arcadio's future, his vocation, so it makes sense that the treasure was revealed to the wrong person too. What a decadent scene! Those boys were corrupted by Jose Arcadio...which led them to murder him.

    - "Amaranta Ursula returned with the first angels of December" - Anne, what does this mean to you? December? Christmas? Angels? Yes, I feel as you do..."tossing the past into the trash" is hurtful. It weighs on me the old, really old family photographs and items in my possession that are unlabelled. When I go, NO ONE will remember who they are. The very thought of it is enough to get me to working on them even BEFORE I work on my own boys' photos and their children!

    Amaranta Ursula and her joi de vivre - she's a Jose Arcadio personality, isn't she? And her father is too, remembering the name swap when he and his brother were young. Her lack of intropection allows her to go about the housecleaning without respect for the value of the items she is tossing.

    Maryal, Ursula understood that the past repeats itself in cycles...in never-ending circles...but the circle seems to be nearing the breaking point, don't you think? Ending. ursula has been wrong in the past. Maybe cycles do repeat themselves until the people are so broken and exhausted the cycle comes to an end. If continuous cirlce, there will be a new baby Aureliano, (or Jose Arcadio)...Gaston will bring in another new marvel to put Macondo on its feet... It doesn't look as if this circle will remain unbroken, does it? Is this the end of civilization we are witnessing, or simply the end of the Buendia family? What does the period of 100 years represent to you?

    Deems
    February 7, 2004 - 01:37 pm
    On p. 409 of the paperback we find that the people of Macondo who see Gaston out and about see "a man in his forties with careful habits, with the leash aorund his neck and his circus bicycle." They have no idea that he is also an ardent lover who once almost killed himself (and Amaranta Ursula) in order to land in a field of violets (more flowers!) in order to make love there.

    Joan--Please do label those old photographs. I was the inheritor of numerous old black and white photos that my mother had kept--even one rather largish memorial photograph of a bunch of cavalry officers at a reunion in Gettysburg that has my great grandfather (1st Maryland Cavalry--Union) in the front row. Some of these photographs she wrote on the back of in pencil. The Gettysburg one fortunately told me which of the some fifty men was my great grandfather (second from the left). Without her annotation I never would have known which he was!

    Please, even if you just put minimal notes, do this. You never know who in the next generation of your family will eventually be interested in the past, but in most families there seems to be at least one.

    In matters like labeling photos, work from the oldest to the newest. Odds are good that your sons can identify the more recent ones although they might not get the year right.

    Traude S
    February 7, 2004 - 01:44 pm
    Amaranta Úrsula is nothing if not energetic. But even after a year's time she has no friends in the town, no social life. The inhabitants mistrust her husband, whose activities remind them of Mr. Herbert, and they expect banana trees to be planted any minute.

    In chapters XVIII and XIX, we also find out more about Aureliano's life before AU's home-coming, and after; his 4 debating companions whom he meets at the wise Catalonian's book store, about his relationship with Nigromanta, who finds out he is a "real" man, not an innocent she could easly dismiss. But once he confides to her his intense feelings for AU, the relationship changes: Nigromanta now makes him pay for her love.

    Yes Jo, Aureliano never was able to ask Fernanda for permission to leave the house; if he had, permission would most likely have been denied, I think.

    Yes, Macondo is dying in the heat and dust, the signs are all there. What about the family ? Gaston's letters to his unseen partners in the budding air mail service project look like a reminder of Fernanda's correspondence with her invisible doctors. Gaston selects Macondo for his project out of sheer utter boredom, although his first choice was establishing that business in the Belgian Congo.

    The silk tie by which AU leads her husband around could be real, after all, they are both eccentric. But ultimately, there could be no doubt WHO determines what happens in that household.

    Why the late introduction of the 4 debaters? Do the vivid debates they hold iin brothels advance Aureliano's understanding and the completion of the work ? After all, time is short, the parchment is crumbling.

    A solution seems near - will we be able to stomach it ?

    Jo Meander
    February 7, 2004 - 01:55 pm
    On p. 392 it does say "...the morning on which she entered the kitchen and found a cup of coffee offered her by a pale and bony adolescent with a hallucinated glow in his eyes,the claws of ridicule tore at her. Not only did she refuse him permission, but from then on she carried the keys to the house in the pocket where she kept the unused pessaries." GGM says the if he had wanted to Aureliano could have escaped undetected...but what would he use for money to get the books? Also, "the prolonged captivity, the uncertainty of the world, the habit of obedience had dried up the seeds of rebellion in his heart."


    Maybe what’s tragic about Fernanda is that she couldn’t be human with anyone but the last Jose Acardio, couldn’t love her own grandson, even though she shows her humanity when she is alone: “… her soul brightened with the nostalgia of her lost dreams. She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst….” That is a very human response for someone who knows that her life is almost over. She is sad because her nature doesn’t allow her to share herself with someone who actually has needed her all along.

    Joan Pearson
    February 8, 2004 - 05:38 am
    "She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst….” - oh, Jo, such writing. This man does understand life, doesn't he? I find it's true already when I think of my kids when they were little - I'd take it all back to do again, even the worst days!

    Maryal, I read over the description of Gaston..."a man of forty of careful habits"- ha! I think the image of Amaranta U. leading him around on the circus bike with her silk leash is perfect...kind of the iron hand in the velvet glove metaphor. She's using him...to get back to Macondo. The poor man! He would have been happier in the Belgian Congo as he had planned, Traude...I think the leash was very real indeed to make him come to Macondo. All Buendias come back to that house, have you noticed that? Driven by something in their blood, nostalgia for the past.

    Once in town, they have no social life, as Traude points out...not only are Buendias attracted to that house, they are attracted to solitude. Even the most outgoing Jose Arcadios eventually wind up in solitude...

    I was happy to see young Aureliano make some friends at last. First the wise Catalano, he is part of the quest to translate the parchment...and here he meets the four young men. They seem to be true friends - intellectual interests in common. (Not like the young men Jose Arcadio befriended.) With them he drinks and finds the brothels of Macondo...where "little girls go to bed hungry." Even his relationship with Nigromanta seemed to be genuine. She's his Pilar in the cycle? Though there will be no child...the cycle is nearing an end...Does Nigromanta have the power to see the future as Pilar does? I'm interested to hear whether you think Pilar sees the future in those cards the same as Melquiades does. In GGM's world, does he give her as much insight from her cards as Melquiades gets from his travels and knowledge of the ages? Traude, I think the bookstore and the brothel both represent something in this town. Melquiades/ Catlano and Pilar. Knowledge and Pleasure. When they go, Macondo is history.

    Deems
    February 8, 2004 - 11:49 am
    I can't imagine the cycle starting again in Macondo. We are rapidly approaching the end of the book and the Buendia family has few members left. The hundred years (round number I think) seems to be the number of years of this particular Buendia family. After this group there will be no more.

    I began to worry about the diminishing of the Buendias when the seventeen sons of Col. Aureliano were shot on the same day. (This turns out not to be true since that poor fellow Aureliano Amador has been eluding his pursuers for years--but even he is finally shot down, unrecognized by his family.)

    The truth of this family of Buendias is put in the mind of Pilar Ternera (who unbeknownst to Aureliano is his great great grandmother) who is more than 145 when Aureliano comes to her and cries in her lap.

    Pilar understands that Aureliano cries the tears of love and we are told what she is thinking:

    There was no mystery in the heart of a Buendia that was impenetrable for her because a century of cards and experience had taught her that the history of the family was a machine with unavoidable repetitions, a turning wheel that would have gone on spinning into eternity were it not for the progressive and irremediable wearing of the axle.

    Her understanding of the family history is especially important because they are HER family too. After those first children, Col. Aureliano, Jose Arcadio, and Amaranta, the only Buendias who appear in the next generation are borne by Pilar or seventeen anonymous mothers who all name their sons Aureliano and give them their own last names.

    Another pattern: only one child in each generation marries and has children.

    In order to follow this, it helps to look at the family tree.

    We are reading "The Fall of the House of Buendia."

    Maryal

    Traude S
    February 8, 2004 - 11:52 am
    JOAN, oh gosh, you are so right ! The writing is unique, and heart-breaking, and increasingly feverish ...

    MARYAL, "The Fall of the House of Buendía", how true !

    Scrawler
    February 8, 2004 - 12:42 pm
    "Remembering that her mother had told her in a letter about the extermintion of the birds, she had delayed her trip several months until she found a ship tht stopped at the Fortunate Isles and there she chose the finest twenty-five pairs of canaries so that she could repopulate the skies of Macondo. That was the most lamentable of her numberous frustrated undertakings. As the birds reproduced Amaranta Ursula would release them in pairs, and no sooner did they feel themselves free than they fled the town. She tried in vain to awaken love in them by means of the bird cage that Ursula had built during the first reconstruction of the house."

    Love is something that we have little control over.

    "Her secret seemed to lie in the fact that she always found a way to keep busy, resolving domestic problems that she herself had created, and doing a poor job on a thousand things which she should fix on the following day with a pernicious diligence that made one think of Fernanda and the hereditary vice of making something just to unmake it."

    I think there are some people who must always keep busy- they don't seem to be happy with solitude. Their minds and bodies must keep moving - dancing, working, or making love.

    "He read avidly until late at night, although from the manner in which he referred to his reading, Gaston thought that he did not buy the books in order to learn but to verify the truth of his knowledge, and that none of them interested him more than the parchments, to which he dedicated most of his time in the morning." "Everything is known."

    Everything is known - what an interesting concept. Do we really know everything and by reading we are just confirming our most intimate thoughts? I don't know about you but I don't want to know everything because than there would be no future. Think about it. Rather it is the search for knowledge that keeps me going.

    "So that Aureliano and Gabriel were linked by a kind of complicity based on real facts that no one believed in, and which had affected their lives to the point that both of them found themselves off course in the tide of a world that had ended and of which only the nostalgia remained."

    I find myself realizing that much of what I lived through is now merely "nostalgia" to many of my daughter and her friends. Sometimes I think that to them the "Vietnam War" only existed as made for TV-movies rather than the reality that I remember it. I suppose as we continue to make our history that there will be those in the future that will think of the Iraq War in just the same way.

    "There was no mystery in the heart of a Buendia that was impenetrable for her because a century of cards and experience had taught her that the history of the family was a machine with unavoidable repetitions, a turning wheel that would have gone on spilling into eternity were it not for the progressive and irremediable wearing of the axle."

    When the author speaks of family doesn't he also refer to the family of humankind?

    Joan Pearson
    February 8, 2004 - 12:43 pm
    Maryal...does Pilar see anything in those Tarot cards that she doesn't already know about the Buendias from her own experience?

    The fall of the House of Buendia yes...are we reading more? The fall of Maconda? The fall of Columbia? The fall of modern civilization? Is the apocalypse upon us? "The history of the family was a machine with unavoidable repetitions, a turning wheel that would have gone on spilling into eternity were it not for the progressive and irremediable wearing of the axle"- now isn't that interesting, Anne? It sounds like the turning wheel is about to be broken because the axle that keeps it going is wearing out. How worn is the axle that keeps our old earth turning in its daily rotation?

    I keep thinking of the dying birds when Ursula died. No birds will sing in Macondo ever again. I'm comforted by the chirping of the birds at our feeders at the moment.

    What exactly did Aureliano mean...when he said that, Anne - "everything is known." I'm still puzzling over that. Do you think he means that SOMEBODY knows what's going to happen in the future? Finally, is he saying, that everything is predestined? I'm sensing that. Surely he doesn't mean he knows everything himself, does he? And yet, he's verifying so much that he knows when reading the books... Yes, still puzzling over that. You ask an interesting question - if I were Aureliano, I'd sure like to know who my parents were and how I came to live in this house where I look just like the man who is raising me...

    Jo Meander
    February 8, 2004 - 01:39 pm
    YES! Predestined. You asked us, Joan, if we thought GGM was cynical. I think he's actually a fatalist. He believes that the end of all things and people is built in, as are their individual destinies. Are the Buendias all inclined to solitude? Almost all the men, but not Aureliano Segundo, and not Ursula or Amaranta Ursula.

    Deems
    February 8, 2004 - 01:55 pm
    JO~~Perhaps that's it--Marquez is a fatalist. When we are born into life we think of it as the beginning, but we were preceded by all manner of events, historical and personal. And then there's all the family stuff that we enter into. Some of it is preestablished behaviors, some we can connect to DNA. However, since we are not aware of being fated, or can't see it unless we look back at our pasts, does it really matter as to how we live our lives?

    Traude S
    February 8, 2004 - 02:13 pm
    Aahh. MARYAL, that's an ethical question !

    Deems
    February 8, 2004 - 02:19 pm
    Traude~~ACK! I'm always slipping from one category to another. Oooops.

    Traude S
    February 9, 2004 - 07:05 am
    MARYAL, please forgive me, I was joking, of course.

    In one of the assigned chapters we read that "Aureliano was always an autumnal child". How are we to interpret that ? That even at a young age he had the experience of a person in the autumn of his life ?

    Oh the brilliant writing ! Pilar at 145 sees Col. Aureliao Buendía "once more as she had seen him in the light of a lamp long before the wars, long before the desolation of glory and the exile of disllusionment...". Wonderful!

    Deems
    February 9, 2004 - 09:01 am
    Traude--Not to worry--the ACK was also kidding. As for the "autumnal child," I take that description as you do to mean that Aureliano was always more of an adult, even when he was still a child. He really had no opportunity to have a childhood, but it seems that he was always older than his age.

    Jo Meander
    February 9, 2004 - 12:57 pm
    Maryal, it may "matter" how we live, but can we actually determine how we do live life? (Completely, that is!) I agree about historical causes of which we are unaware, preestablished behaviors (familial), DNA et al.
    The characters in the novel were certainly influenced by their ancestors behaviorally and genetically, and in that particular environment, that time and place, they were unprepared for the encroachment of capitalism when it arrived. That played into the winding down of their culture, the wearing away of that axle.

    Scrawler
    February 9, 2004 - 02:12 pm
    "Wounded by the fatal lances of his own nostalgia and that of others, he admired the persistence of the spiderwebs on the dead rose bushes, the pereverance of the rye grss, the patience of the air in the radiant Febuary dawn. And then he saw the child. It was dry and bloated bag of skin that all the ants in the world were dragging toward their holes along the stone path in the garden. Aureliano could not move. Not because he was parlyzed by horror but because at that prodigious instant Mequiades' final keys were revealed to him and he saw the epigraph of the parchments perfectly placed in the order of man's time and space: "The first of the line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants."

    "It was the history of the family written by Melquiades, down to the most trivial details, one hundred years ahead of time. He had written it in Sanskrit, which was his own mother tongue, and he had encoded the even lines in the private cipher of the Emperor Augustus and the odd ones in a Lacedemonian military code. The protection, which Aureliano had begun to glimpse when he himself be confused by the love of Amaranta Ursula, was based on the fact that Melquiades had not put events in the order of man's conventional time, but had concentrated a century of daily episodes in such a way that they coexited in one instant."

    "Macondo was already a fearful whirlwind of dust and rubble being spun about by the wrath of the biblical hurricane when Aureliano skipped elven pages so as not to lose time with facts he knew only too well, and he began to decipher the instant that he was living, deciphering it as he lived it, prophesying himself in the act of deciphering the last page of the parchments, as if he were looking into a speaking mirror. Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understoood that he would never leave the room, for it was forseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth."

    Wow! What a great book! It makes me wonder though. Is there someone in another demension perhaps that is right now writing down our history as we live it. Or has it already been written? Are our lives the product of fate or do we control our them? Or does it really matter? Perhaps we should forget about all the whys, shoulds, whatfors and just LIVE!

    Thanks for a great discussion.

    Joan Pearson
    February 9, 2004 - 03:49 pm
    Oh, wow, what have we unleashed here! hahaha - eat, drink and be merry!!! Is this GGM's fatalistic message after all? He has a remarkable sense of humor about the whole thing, doesn't he? Jo, I agree on historical and political events to a point - Some things are out of the hands of the individual ...but only if the individual gives up and withdraws. On the personal level, we need to talk! GGM's is a Catholic country...much is said about Fernanda and her clinging to the traditional Church. GGm has no use for her, ridicules the Church. Catholic teaching is not fatalistic, nor is predestination a tenet. Anne is wonders...
    "Is there someone in another demension perhaps that is right now writing down our history as we live it. Or has it already been written? Are our lives the product of fate or do we control our them?"
    The Church teaches that we do have choice, free will. At the same time, there is a Being out there who KNOWS in advance what it is that we are going to choose! Does this make sense?

    Jo, you pose an interesting question...does the individual's inherited makeup prevent him from making decisions - his DNA, etc. I'm not too sure about that, but do think that the environment in which the individual grows up is a consideration. That would include education, love and attention from family...the economic situation at home.

    GGM seems to be agreeing with you, Anne (hahah, or are you agreeing with him?) - "forget about all the whys, shoulds, whatfors and just LIVE!" Doesn't he reward Aureliano and Petra their adulturous behavior?

    Traude S
    February 9, 2004 - 04:02 pm
    Chapter XX ... oh my ! Let's see how it comes together, slowly please !

    Jo Meander
    February 9, 2004 - 10:39 pm
    Writing down lives before they are lived.! Melquiades sounds like God!

    Joan Pearson
    February 10, 2004 - 07:17 am
    Jo, sometimes I think of Mel. as God, but at other times, like right now, I think of him as Marquez writing this book!

    Still puzzling over the parallel between the end of the Buendia family/Macondo and the end of civilization as we know it? Is our old axle showing signs of wear? I think that the closing down of the brothels and the bookstores have significance, but need to think about it some more. Lord knows, we still have our brothels and book stores, don't we?

    Traude S
    February 10, 2004 - 08:09 pm
    There have been a few interruptions this evening, and I must postpone answering (or trying to anwer) the summing-up questions until tomorrow.

    Traude S
    February 11, 2004 - 03:27 pm
    Sorry about my delay. Here goes.

    1. The brothels (beginning with Catarino's) proliferated, one assumes, during the Banana Boom and were part of the town's "scenery". But in one of the concluding chapters, GMM describes the "industry" as "prostrate"; things were (almost) as they were in the beginning, but the innocence got lost in the process. (We did not talk about the imaginary zoo and its meaning.) With the death of Pilar everything came to an end.

    2. Perhaps the Catalonian realized that he Couldn't Go Home again (remember Thomas Wolfe) ?

    3. I am not sure the town self-destructed. It seems to me it dozed, it 'lingered' in heat and dust, it brooded, even its memories changed beyond recognition of or rsemblance to facts. The destruction, when it came, was an act of Nature, a storm -- did GMM have a divine judgment in mind ?



    Now I ask, were Aureliano and his son really born out of love ? We know next to nothing about Mauricio Babilonia except that he was unctuous (Italians would call him 'antipatico'), his nails were dirty and he smelled of oil. He was driven by lust and bent on conquest only, and cruel in the process; he strikes me as a stereotypical Latin lover.

    Meme for her part was restless, artifically "hemmed in" by the repressed Fernanda, and hence rebellious- more than anything else. IMHO love had very little, if anything, to do with their frenetic get-togethers. As for Aureliano and AU, I do not believe that they shared real love either.

    7. I am not sure WHAT GMM is saying about free will. Philosophers have argued about this through the ages. I most certainly hope that not everything is predestined ! If it were, good Lord, why would we carry on, once we're old enough to understand such inescapable truth (if it is truth) ?

    Yes, I believe we do carry the burden of our physical and emotional heritage, and a certain path is set before us. Even so, we are equipped and able to judge on which part of the "path" we choose to walk, and we DO have the power to escape a totally predictable, predestined life. That is what I believe.

    10. If GMM meant to convey a message, here is what I heard/read :

    Life is transitory, there is no making up for omissions, cruelties and errors, and a price has to be paid on earth for wilfullness and sin, there's no correction after the fact. But we ARE able to decide HOW we want to live and what legacy we want to leave our offspring. THAT constitutes our free will, or so I believe.

    Deciphering of Melquíades' magnum opus coincided with personal history as it developed for Aureliano. The last-minute discovery of what the parchments really represent in this novel it almost anticlimactic.

    One question continues to haunt me : Would things have been any different if someone, ANYONE in the generations of genetically solitudinous Buendías, had even thought of LOVE rather than satisfying only the physical needs of males and females alike ? What if Aureliano Segundo had REALLY loved Fernanda ? Could such love have melted the armor of her heart ?

    I think not, but it is worth a thought.

    Thank you, JOAN and MARYAL.

    Traude S
    February 11, 2004 - 05:13 pm
    Here are two points I meant to make earlier :

    (*) I saw no humor in the end, only horror at the unfathomable statement that "The first of the line (JAB) is tied to a tree and the last (Aureliano's son) is being eaten by the ants." I cannot conceive of anything more tragic.

    (**) So what DO we make of the pig's tail ? Despite the superstitious aspects it turned out to be real enough ! Can we dismiss the tale entirely ?? Early on I wondered whether it could be a sign of (feared) divine retribution, i.e. the penalty for heedless, repeated incest, and I still think the theory had some merit.

    Deems
    February 11, 2004 - 07:21 pm
    Thank you, Traude, for those responses. That sentence about the first of the line and the last is horrible, isn't it. And think that Aureliano is reading it and understanding it at the same time. He has just seen his son carried away by ants. He could not know that the son is the end of the line before. Now the sentence makes terrible sense to him.

    A comment on the ending--Aureliano reading the entire family's history and then skipping ahead to see what becomes of him. I'm reasonably certain that many people in his situation would do the same thing. I know that I would.

    The end of this novel makes the work "self-referential" to use a lit-crit term. In other words, the novel refers to itself. The Sanskrit history that Melquiades wrote is the same one that we have just finished reading thus making the novel identical to the prophetic writing of Melquiades. The ending also undoes itself since the statement is made that all memory of the Buendias will vanish and the fact is that it will be preserved as long as the novel itself survives.

    What did the rest of you think of the ending? Did you like it, find it satisfactory? Troubling? Did you feel that you had been duped?

    ~Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    February 12, 2004 - 06:42 am
    Well then, Maryal, you say - "history that Melquiades wrote is the same one that we have just finished reading thus making the novel identical to the prophetic writing of Melquiades" - this seems to underline the fact that Mel and Marquez are playing the same role here, doesn't it? And to take it further, they are both assuming the role of God, (it was Jo who made the Mel-God connection the other day.) I'm not sure if Marquez is saying this, but it is certainly a message that I took from the book - the Book is being written today, as we live life. We only get one chance, we cannot live this day again. Do we have choices, or are we crippled by our own peception of reality and genetic inheritance? Are we all wearing a pig's tail in one form or another? Marquez seems to be this...

    Joan Pearson
    February 12, 2004 - 06:52 am
    I've been thinking of your question, Maryal - did I find the ending to be satisfactory. I was sort of blown away, as was Aureliano, literally. I can say I was satisfied that he learned who his father was. Whoa! Do you suppose this happens at the moment of death? We'll have this moment of lucidity, when all becomes clear, except the realization that it is too late to do anything with this knowledge? Is Mauricio still living in the town at this time? Of course it's too late to stage a meeting between the two, but I was satisfied that Aureliano knew who he was - I feared the book would end without his learning of Meme and Mauricio. Did you notice that he refers to himself as "Aurliano Babelonia" on the last page. Is "Babelonia" meaningful here? Tower of Babel? - The tongues of Babel - lack of communication seem to seems to be a recurring theme. Language has been a theme throughout.

    Traudee, you are differentiating between lust and love, dismissing Meme and Mauricio's obsession for one another as well as Aureliano and Amaranta Ursula's as LUST. I wonder if Latins view their "love" in this way - or are we of the Puritan North more critical of what they feel for one another. What is love exactly? A good question for Valentine's Day, no? Communication seems to be an important ingredient. Consideration and respect for the loved one. Self-sacrifice...

    You bring up Pilar - was she a prostitute in the beginning? Was she paid by Aureliano and Jose Arcadio? I remember the scenes in her home when the boys came to see her, but Catalino's store was doing big business then... In the end, Pilar is a madam in the last brothel. The image of her burial rite brings to mind the Egyptian tombs.
    "In accordance with her last wishes, she was not buried in a coffin, but sitting up in her rocker,..in a huge hole dug in the center of the dance floor. The mulatto girls invented shadowy rites as they took off their earrings, brooches, and rings and threw them into the pit before it was closed over with a slab. After poinsoning the animals, they closed up the doors and windows with brick and mortar.">

    You're right, Macondo does not "self-destruct" - but rather "lingered", it "brooded," it forgot i'ts very reason for existence. Remember the amnesia plague? It had been diverted by amusements and by the influences from beyond its borders. There was no sign on the town gate to remind the people that "God Exists." God is Love? Have they forgotten Love? Now, with the pleasure palaces and bookstores closed, (Love of Pleasure, Love of Learning) what's left but to close the doors and wait for the inevitable end?

    Scrawler
    February 12, 2004 - 11:44 am
    When we speak of loving someone - we make an effort to love them "warts and all" and this is the message I got from this book. Whatever happens you can still LOVE. I also took this book as its central theme - love of humankind. Again no matter how bad things get we should love our fellow humans.

    Thanks for a great discussion.

    Traude S
    February 12, 2004 - 03:52 pm
    Joan, I tend to think that Babilonia (note the 'i') does not refer to BabEl but possibly to the ancient land of Babylonia. Among newcomers to Macondo were "Babylonian women", not further described but presumably women of ill-repute. We know nothing of young Babilonia's family.

    There is a very clear difference between love and (merely) physical attraction, as SCRAWLER has said. Of course, the physical is an integral part of love, but in the case of the Buendías at least, notably the restless Colonel, "Love had nothing to do with it". There IS something to the legendary Latin lovers, their indefatigable demonstrated virility, and also their extreme possessiveness of their women. In Europe, Italian lovers enjoy the same reputation, BTW.

    Deems
    February 12, 2004 - 04:06 pm
    May they ever meet and be wed---no no sorry that's not what I meant.

    I think there are two couples in the book who experience both lust and love--Aureliano Segundo and Petra and Aureliano Babilonia and Amaranta Ursula--there are some very tender passages after they have worn themselves out with sexual shenanigans. And they doooo love each other (while the house falls apart and is invaded by many bugs).

    And I agree with Scrawler that there's a lot of love in the book. I can feel Marquez's love for people (warts and all as Traude says) all through the book).

    I thought the ending was powerful and Joan's remarks most interesting. God didn't particularly come to mind although Joan is right. All creators are, in the arena of their creations, gods of a sort, creating out of nothing (well, not nothing, but creating out of raw materials).

    I think novelists sometimes feel like God because if they want to create a character deliberately to kill him or her off in retribution for some past love affair, they can do it. When you write, you can make the story come out the way you want it to--unlike life. Writing (poems, stories, novels, plays) brings order to what we might perceive as chaos in this way.

    Jo Meander
    February 12, 2004 - 04:41 pm
    The Catalonian connects with GGM for me, for some reason: after years of writing, and carefully saving his work, he abandons a large part of the collection to the remaining citizens of Macondo, sneering at what he has done, really.
    The image of journey is present in Love in the Time of Cholera, too: it ends with the two protagonists (aging lovers) on an endless voyage. Like the Catalonian, are they hoping to reach something that life has not provided so far? Some port, some glorious destination of disembarkation where truth awaits? Like Christian concept of heaven? And could this troubling ending be the GGM’s way of saying that just like everybody else he really doesn’t know the truth about the struggles human beings go through? His destruction of the Buendias seems tongue–in-cheek to me. He really doesn’t know what all the angst, warfare, lovemaking, seeking and solitude is leading, and he has reached (temporarily!) the end of his own speculation. .
    How do we know those seventeen Aurelianos haven’t scattered Buendia seed on their own journeys? I guess their children won’t ever be called Buendias, but…!


    I agree with Maryal and Scrawler about love. I think much of what we dismiss as mere lust was love for the characters we keep referring to: Aureliano Segundo and Petra Cotes, Aureliano Babelonia and Amaranta Ursula. We never discussed Petra’s unselfishness, her generosity toward Fernanda even after she’s been insulted and turned away. Isn’t that love in action??? Also, I think we are to regard the originals, Jose Arcadio and Ursula, as a love match.

    Deems
    February 12, 2004 - 04:49 pm
    JO--Yes, we need to include the original couple as a love match. We don't meet them until they are about to found Macondo and a family is on the way, but Ursula does continue to visit her husband's tree and talk to him long after he is dead. She continues to be concerned about his reaction to her stories, not wanting to worry him.

    And,YES, we don't have any idea at all as to how many of the Buendia blood may have been scattered by those seventeen Aurelianos before they died. Given the amazingly prolific nature of their father, they could have produced. . . anyone know what seventeen times seventeen is?

    Jo Meander
    February 12, 2004 - 04:51 pm
    I'll get the calculator ....

    Deems
    February 12, 2004 - 04:54 pm
    LOL!

    Jo Meander
    February 12, 2004 - 11:48 pm
    289

    Deems
    February 13, 2004 - 05:46 am
    OK, we have the possibility of 289 offspring of the 17 Aurelianos sired by Col. Aureliano while he was fighting all those wars in various parts of the country.

    Given the pattern of the book, we must assume that they are all named Aureliano and have their mother's names as last name.

    Joan Pearson
    February 13, 2004 - 08:33 am
    Good morning! So much here, so little time! I will try to be brief, but you outdid yourself with observations yesterday! Mercy!

  • Catalonian as Marquez - Jo - this connects with me too. Shall we look to the Catalonian for GGM's message? Remember the interview that Scrawler brought to us - in which Marquez stated that there is nothing in this book that is not based on reality? Hmmm...did you note that Catalonian takes all his notes in purple ink? I'll bet you noticed that, Maryal. I'm wondering if Marquez himself did not take his notes for this book in purple ink. (Jo, I didn't miss your use of purple font in your post #654!) Do you think Marquez AND the Catalonian are bouth writing their way to find truth? Why would the C tell the boys that "the past is a lie?

  • Babilonia - Traudee, after reading your post, I went back to the text and see that it is indeed spelled with an "i", not an "e" - isn't it interesting how one reads into these things? I had the distinct feeling that Marquez was implying the lack of communication in the Biblical "Tower of Babel"...completely forgetting the "Babylonian women of ill-repute" you mention. In an attempt to find any illuminating information on this subject, I just spent 10 minutes on Google...came up empty-handed on that subject, but found a wonderful compilation of statements made by GGM in interviews on a variety of relevent topics...He speaks on some of the actual events behind incidents and images in Solitude
    Notes from interviews with Marquez

    "With my grandmother, every natural event had a supernatural interpretation. If a butterfly flew in the window, she'd say, 'We must be careful--someone in the family is sick."

    " In One Hundred Years of Solitude, a group of yellow butterflies always precedes the appearance of Mauricio Babilonia, the lover of Meme Buendía. The realistic base of this story is that there was an electrician who came to our house in Aracataca to fix things. Once, after his visit, my grandmother found a butterfly--which she quickly hit with a dish towel--in the kitchen. 'Every time that man comes into this house we always get butterflies,' she declared.">
  • Joan Pearson
    February 13, 2004 - 08:53 am
    * Love - Anne, in the above interviews, Marquez had this to say about the love for humankind that you see as the central theme" of the book...it seems he agrees with you.
    "if I had not become a writer, I'd want to have been a piano player in a bar. That way, I could have made a contribution to making lovers feel even more loving toward each other. If I can achieve that much as a writer--to have people love one another more because of my books--I think that's the meaning I've wanted for my life."


  • Love and Lust - I will agree with you there is love here - just because there is strong physical attraction, doesn't exclude love, does it? I don't think for the Latins it does...perhaps it is the puritan the mistress/madonna separation that makes us question if love can be present when there is lust.

    Prolific Aurelianos - hahaha, I agree on the "prolific nature" of the Buendia men - most likely there are many more in the town besides the 289+ Jo has calculated. (I think there is a strong possibility that Aureliano's father, born in Macondo - the withdrawn Mauricio who is so strongly attracted to Meme, is a Buenida somewhere along the line.)

  • Marquez as God - Maryal, interesting thoughts on Marquez as God - Do you think Marquez made the story turn out as he wanted? From the interview cited above in preceding post...
    " "The problem is that, unlike God, you can't kill characters so easily. You have to kill a character when it really dies. That is what happened to Úrsula Buendía. If you work it out, she must be 200 years old. While I was writing One Hundred Years of Solitude, I realized frequently that she had lived too long, and I tried to have her die. However, she continued. I always needed her for something. She had to be kept until she died naturally."
    It sounds as if his characters took on a life of their own, doesn't it? God must think the same way of his creatures.
  • Deems
    February 13, 2004 - 09:29 am
    I think of both Babylon and the Tower of Babel when I see the name Babilonia. If there is a veiled reference to the Tower of Babel, it fits well especially as the final Aureliano's name.

    Aureliano is the one to finally translate and put together the Sanskrit and the other coded language that make up Melquiades' manuscripts. Thus, as a linguist who understands many languages, he undoes what happened at the Tower of Babel when the languages were confused. He unconfuses them.

    Back to grading papers.

    Joan Pearson
    February 13, 2004 - 10:45 am
    hahaha, Maryal, give them all A's - that will free you up to come back and chat. Yes, I think so too - I think Marquez had the Tower in mind when he named this character. In that sense, I think it is significant. Don't see the point of naming him after the Babylonian prostitutes...UNLESS his father was a Buendia who frequented the brothel...

    I just came back in here to share a message from Meg...
    "My computer repeatedly froze & crashed around the time of my last posting. Thanks to phone directions from my brother in N. Carolina, I now have word processing & email back Still can't "get on line" to go to SN or another site - including my server's home page. Each time I try to do that - this machine freezes up before the page loads. Brother in NC. said that I need to have everything reinstalled & a battery replaced. My start up discs are with another brother & I'm waiting for him to come to reinstall everything. I have been so frustrated because I've always adored this book - it's in my top 10 list. In fact, during my callow youth (when I first read this), I judged others by their reaction to this book - whether they "got it" or not. Needless to say, I have since abandoned that yardstick. "
    I wrote back that we "got it" - so we would have fared well by her yardstick...(we did, didn't we? What was the message?)

    Jo Meander
    February 14, 2004 - 09:04 am
    "''What I like about you is the serious way you make up nonsense"--): '. . .it is an absolutely autobiographical statement. It is not only a definition of my work, it is a definition of my character. I detest solemnness, and I am capable of saying the most atrocious things, the most fantastic things, with a completely straight face. This is a talent I inherited from my grandmother--my mother's mother--Doña Tranquilina."
    Joan, what a great link! A short read but illuminating!

    Deems
    February 14, 2004 - 10:45 am
    for passing on that message from Meg. I have been wondering where she was because she so much likes Marquez and I have missed her.

    Jo--That quote, "What I like about you is the serious way you make up nonsense" says so much for me. It helps me to understand why I too like Marquez. There's a lightness in his writing even when he is narrating a funeral procession or a death, or for that matter, the death of thousands. And of course, he's not making up the reality of those things, only the details.

    Jo Meander
    February 14, 2004 - 01:02 pm
    I'll let Meg know she was missed, and that we appreciated her email. She had a tooth pulled yesterday -- maybe I can cheer her up!


    Maryal,I agree that GGM mixes truth and sorrow in with levity and magic. The banana growers, for instance: He's protesting the use of labor and the abuse of power by the opportunists who decide to get rich on the natural resources without honoring the needs of the workers who were glad at first just to get paid. Remember Mr. Brown's escape? And how he is dragged back to face the legal complaints of the workers, but he has died his hair and now is speaking Spanish? Then the company produces his "death certificate," and says they don't owe the workers anything because the were hired as "temps," and therefore the workers do not exist! Black humor and exaggeration with a point!

    Traude S
    February 14, 2004 - 09:20 pm
    Yes, it is easy to 'read over' the deeper meaning of what GMM says so even-handedly, so "casually". But there IS, I think, latent disapproval of such practices, including the conspiracy of silence by the Colombian government and the "reeducation" of the populace, even if there is no ponderous protestation or condemnation by the author. And that is all the more to GMM.'s credit. There is much more in this book than we expect to find when we first begin reading it. It is a book for all time; a "book for all seasons".

    Jo Meander
    February 14, 2004 - 09:35 pm
    "the'conspiracy of silence by the Colombian government and the 'reeducation' of the populace...." Traude, thanks! I'm sure that's what he was referencing in the scene of slaughter in the town square and in Jose Arcadio's failure to find anyone to substantiate his story.

    Joan Pearson
    February 15, 2004 - 10:32 am
    I found the Interviews with Marquez link useful and illuminating too, Jo - Will add it to other links in the heading. Reading over the interview I see more evidence that Marquez finds himself in the Catalonian. Remember how important to the Catalonian were those three boxes of notes that he fought to have them with him rather than shipped as freight? These were the only existing copies. Before he left Macondo, one of the four boys who had learned Catalan so he could translate them, took a roll of the pages with him...and lost them in "the house of the little girls who went to bed hungry." Such is the natural destiny of literature," commented the Wise C. when he learned of this.

    In the interviews - Marquez includes an anecdote on the loss of the only pages of this book...
    (On the disasters of getting the book out): "Once, toward the end [of the book] the typist who had the only copies of many of the chapters of the book was hit by a bus. So the only copies of half the book went flying all over a Mexico City street. Fortunately, the bus didn't kill her, and she was able to get up and reassemble the manuscript."

    Joan Pearson
    February 15, 2004 - 10:34 am
    Maryal - I too like Marquez' "lightness" in his writing when narrating death scenes and other disturbing events...war, the banana company slaughter. I won't call it black humor, but it is definitely a "light approach" to the disturbing scenes he narrates. I often find myself reacting with "levity, " as Jo puts it, to difficult situations. Is this a defense mechanism I sometimes wonder?

    Traudee , your reminder that there is latent disproval or protestation just beneath the surface of the levity is important. Can you imagine growing up and living out your life under such conditions? I think one MUST of necessity development a thick skin and remove oneself to an objective observation point of the pointless misery and suffering. I remember thinking that last week when reading of the upheaval in Bolivia going on right now. I wrote this down...it made me think of Columbia...and "Macondo" -
    "With 191 coups or revolutions in its 178 years as a republic, Bolivia is the poorest nation in South American and a tinderbox...."
    191 revolutions in 178 years! I don't think one of us here can understand daily life under these conditions. To me, there would be only one way to survive mentally and emotionally...and that is the way Marquez seems to have done.

    Deems
    February 15, 2004 - 11:48 am
    Traude--Indeed there is serious social commentary here. But I think it comes across better than it would without the lightness. Sometimes, Joan, humor is certainly a defense mechanism. I have used it all my life. I don't think there's anything wrong with humor as defense. We all have to have some defenses, don't we?

    One thing I noticed is that even though Jose Arcadio Segundo can't get anyone to believe his account of the train of the dead, he manages to pass the story along to young Areliano (Babilonia) and even though Aureliano "implodes" or "blows away" at the end of the novel, I think the point is that the truth can't ever be completely stomped out by an oppressive government. There are always ways that the truth manages to hide and emerge at another time.

    Maryal

    Traude S
    February 15, 2004 - 12:33 pm
    There is another telling reference, to writing this time, on pg. 417.
    "That encyclopedic coincidence was the beginning of a great friendship. Aureliano continued getting together in the afternoon with the four arguers, whose names were Álvaro, Germán, Alfonso and Gabriel (Gabriel, hmmm), the first and last friends that he ever had in his life. For a man like him, holed up in written reality, those stormy sessions that began in the bookstore and ended at dawn in the brothels were a revelation.(Here it comes It had never occurred to him until then to think that literature was the best plaything that had ever been invented to make fun of people, as Álvaro demonstrated during one night of revels..."


    Isn't that an interesting theory, almost a giveaway by GMM ?

    Deems
    February 15, 2004 - 01:20 pm
    Traude~~What a wonderful quote! Indeed, literature is a great "safe" place to make fun of people and governments.

    A contemporary writer, Walker Percy, that I know because I've done a good deal of work on him, used humor in order to get across some very serious points. He also wrote essays; in one of them he imagines just what a visiting Martian would find odd on earth.

    Another writer who uses exaggeration to wonderful effect is Flannery O'Connor who creates grotesque characters to make her points. She was once asked why she created these characters, and she responded, "For the near blind, you have to draw very large." (that quote is from memory and therefore may be a little off.)

    Maryal

    Joan Pearson
    February 16, 2004 - 12:11 pm
    Thanks for the quote, Traudee - do you get the feeling now that you could open this book to any page and find something quotable, something worth noting? It's one of those books you might read any number of times and still come away with something new each time.

    About the name, "Babelononia" - I found this in the Spark notes on line...
    "This emphasis on reading and interpretation is very impoartant...Aurloano has learned his father's name and refers to himself for the first time as "Aureliano Babilonia." The reference to the tower of Babel emphasizes language and Aureliano's role as a translator and interpreter of the prophecies. Garcia Marquez attaches supernatureal poer to the acto fo interpreting a story, and he makes reading an action capable of desstroying a town and erasing memory. In doing so, he asks us, as readers, to be aware of the poere of interpretation and also to underson that the cration and destruction of Macondo have been entirely created by our own act of reading." (???)
    Maryal - both Walker Percy and Flannery O'Connor are two writers I would like to read together here some day...being "near blind", I need writers who "draw very large"..

    Traude S
    February 16, 2004 - 04:10 pm
    JOAN, yes, there is something worthwhile on every page of our book. It is definitely a keeper.

    I happened on Flannery O'Connor in our AAUW book group in Virginia in the sixties. We were all stay-at-home mothers (I was a freelancer) and often enfolded preschoolers in our gatherings, and we collectively "brought up" a newly adopted baby there also ! We took all morning together, or all afternoon, as the case might have been.

    We read one volume of O'Connor's short stories, "Everything That Rises Must Converge", which was for me quite an experience: A southern writer, a woman, a Catholic, the violence, blood as a religious symbol! She died of Lupus (if memory serves) at 39 in 1964.

    Walker Percy I discovered on my own in "The Thanatos Syndrome" and often wondered what it would be like to discuss anything by this author in a group, because in his case I found solitary reading not satisfying enough for me.

    Barbara St. Aubrey
    February 16, 2004 - 05:17 pm
    Look I have been composing and composing a post and it just got too convaluted - let me say this book has been a boon for me BUT in an unexpected way - I just had the hardest time relating to the characters as people that gave me insight into my or the author's humanity - I caught it, that the use of Magical Realism is not only a gift from the Latin American Authors but, it is used to express what common story telling and everyday words lack - often describing something so out of the realm of the everyday or a shock and horror that the mind will transport automatically to magical thoughts in order to cope.

    I also found the book to be filled with a network of symbols, allegories, and parables many of which I was not that familiar because they are steeped in the Latin and Spanish culture and so I just could not make the connections.

    For me the characters lived lives so different than my expereinces or my knowledge of how others could live and therefore, I could not relate to these characters - example I just do not know people that live with their husband or father tied to a tree for years --

    Therefore, I am convinced all the characters are symbols related to the history of the mating of the white man and the Indian - and now after all my auxilary reading the mating of the Spanish symbol of women with all that happens, especially La Dama de Baza and La Dama de Elebe Goddesses who are picked up in the new world as Coatlicueand Tlazolteotl (the Devourer of Filth) - and then in Spain the mother figure takes root in the cult of the Blessed Mary and in Latin America they have their Lady of Guadaloupe

    I have learned that woman is the bases of Flamenco, the music, and runs through the glorious symbolisms of the Bull Fight. This information gave me new pictures of the women in One Hundred years...

    In order to find a key to open the door of Latin American thinking, I broke down and purchased not only the book but the five videos of Carlos Fuentes The Buried Mirror Reflections on Spain and the New World Through these tapes I've learned that to the Spanish the greatest writer in the world is Cerventes; which helps me understand the pairing of some of the men and if they were not paired the failure that poses when a culture sees all things are accomplished in pairs as practical Sancho Panza who has a lighter heart and Don Quixote, the Knight of Sorrowful Countenance.

    I needed to know more about the poetry and history of Columbia - its relationship to Spain - I learned the Spanish are historically equally Arab, Jewish and Christian - the three great cultures come together in the Spanish experience and it was in 1492 that cataclysmic changes took place in Spain that affected the "taking" of the Americas - I was reminded by Fuetnes as well as Paz, as I read The Labyrinth of Solitude that Spain was the largest power on earth having control of a third of Europe, as well as they had populated villages and towns up and down the coast of South America as well as the Carribean, central America, Mexico, Florida and Lousianna.

    Piece by piece I am putting together a reference point so I can re-read this book and try to take something away from the experience.

    And so, I am grateful for the opportunity to learn more than I realized there was to learn about essentially our neighbors - here I thought I knew much of the Latin myths - I find my view was the view most of us have because the books we use in our study are written by the conquering nations - the English who routed the Spanish Armada and here in Texas, the war routed a Spanish general whose leg was buried and dug up over and over in Mexico city as his populariaty was up or down.

    Learning, through the eyes of these Noble prize winning authors, the Latin culture and the Latin collective view of history is not only a very different view but breathe taking. To learn Theodore Roosevelt simply took the province of Panama from the Republic of Colombia, transfered it into a sovereign nation, before cutting it in half with the Panama Canal, because Roosevelt was simply irritated by "those wretched little republics that cause me so much trouble" was new to me and certainly gives our relations with this area of the world new meaning.

    And so the story, wrapping itself around the incidents involving the banana fruit company is realy symbolic of the repeated actions of an outside culture moving in and re-making the land while hoping to re-make the people to their image...

    I think this is definitly one of THE 'Great Books' but, for me I could not do it justice by trying to keep track of family members who lived so differently than I have any experience to understand.

    which by the way the fish symbol is an ancient symbol, used by Christians in later history to represent Christ - as I remember the word for fish in Greek is the letters that formulate either Christ or Jesus but again, the ancient symbol of a fish is keeping with the Spanish base of mother and is associated with all aspects of the lunar Mother Goddess as well as meaning, "all things are possible in the future."

    AS to magical realism being more real than not as GGM writes - I caught a glimps of how that could be when I learned that Ferdinand and Isabella had a daughter of called Mad Queen Joanna - kindly, historians today say she lost her reason after the death of her husband Philip the Fair - having read more about her life, she experienced many outrages and horrors that would put most of us in a nut house - but talk about magical - Philip dies drinking cold water after strenuously playing ball - Joanna refuses to bury him. She takes his corpse from monastery to monastery AVOIDING THE CONVENTS where the gallant Prince Philip, even in death, might SEDUCE THE NUNS! Joanna was shut up finally in Tordesillas Castle so that her son at age sixteen could be crowned King and gallant Philip the Fair was given a Christian burial...

    OK I said I had a hard time relating to the characters in the novel but it appears, some of Spain's real life characters behave in ways even my imagination could not conjure.

    Another eye opener - how intwined the Islamic culture is in Spanish culture so that it was easy to see why Melqiades was not only a globe trotter but so exotic as we would imagine a decendent from those who built the Alhambra - another insight was learning how often GGM actually dodged bullets therefore, easier to comprehend how magic or fantasy thinking, using a third party idea of yourself, is how you would talk to yourself in order to get through what is so uncontrollable.

    And so, where I never caught up with all I decided I had to learn in order to better understand this book, so that I could contribute to this discussion, I am on an adventure of discovery that is as magical as if Melgiades walked into my living room.

    Traude S
    February 16, 2004 - 08:10 pm
    Barbara, many many thanks for your post !

    Yes, there is much more not only to the Spaniards' colonization of Latin America but also to the Islamic conquest of southern Spain and Sicily under the Caliphs after the death of the prophet Muhammad in A.D. 632.

    Jo Meander
    February 17, 2004 - 09:23 am
    Joan and Maryal, thanks for making this a great discussion! This was a fascinating if sometimes elusive subject. It's hard to approach Marquez the same way as we do many other authors, but then they are all distinctive in some way. Every poster is distinctive,too, and adds something to the mix that enlightens me. Thanks to all!

    Joan Pearson
    February 18, 2004 - 09:41 am
    Thank YOU, Jo...I agree, everyone brings something to the table. I'm sure I will read this book again and again - and will think of what you each have contributed during the last three months.

    Maryal and I are looking forward to talking with you again in the near future...beginning with Mark Twain's Pudd'nhead Wilson and then Ulysses and Don Quixote - before the year is out. We begin on March 1 - We will archive this discussion today.
    Pudd'nhead Wilson