Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1928- )
Ni Gabriel García Márquez ket Colombian a mannurat iti nakaskasdaaw a kinasiglat--maibilang kadagiti kaindaklanan a sibibiag mannurat iti sangalubongan. Napadayawan iti Nobel Prize in Literature idi 1982, isu ti mabigbig a nangyam-ammo ken nangpalatak iti masasao a "magic realism" iti fiksion. Ti panangbasa kadagiti sinurat ni Garcia Marquez ket panangserrek iti lubong a ti kinadatdatlag/kinaimposible ken kinapudno/posible ket naglinnaga ken nagbinggas. Kas kuna ti maysa a reviewer: "The world of Gabriel García Márquez' fiction is a magical realm where the strange and exotic can suddenly become comfortably familiar, and the whole concept of an objective reality is put in question. Here, the borders between life and death swirl together in a gentle and mysterious twilight, and--if we allow it to possess us--love can strike flaming miracles from the ashes of our soul."

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Rekomendado a libro ni Gabriel Garcia Marquez:

One Hundred Years of Solitude

Love in the Time of Cholera

Collected Stories (Perennial Classics)

Ad-adu ken dadduma pay a libro ni Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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Sampol a piksion ni Gabriel Garcia Marquez:

Manipud iti umuna a paset ti "One Hundred Years of Solitude"

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. At that time 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. The world was so recent that many things lacked names, and in order to indicate them it was necessary to point. Every year during 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. First they brought the magnet. A heavy gypsy with an untamed beard and sparrow hands, who introduced himself as Melquiades, put on a bold public demonstration of what he himself called the eighth wonder of the learned alchemists of Macedonia. He went from house to house dragging two metal ingots and everybody was amazed to see pots, pans, tongs, and braziers tumble down from their places and beams creak from the desperation of nails and screws trying to emerge, and even objects that had been lost for a long time appeared from where they had been searched for most and went dragging along in turbulent confusion behind Melquiades' magical irons. "Things have a life of their own," the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. "It's simply a matter of waking up their souls." Jose Arcadio Buendia, whose unbridled imagination always went beyond the genius of nature and even beyond miracles and magic, thought that it would be possible to make use of that useless invention to extract gold from the bowels of the earth. Melquiades, who was an honest man, warned him: "It won't work for that." But Jose Arcadio Buendia at that time did not believe in the honesty of gypsies, so he traded his mule and a pair of goats for the two magnetized ingots. Ursula Iguaran, his wife, who relied on those animals to increase their poor domestic holdings, was unable to dissuade him. "Very soon we'll have gold enough and more to pave the floors of the house," her husband replied. For several months he worked hard to demonstrate the truth of his idea. He explored every inch of the region, even the riverbed, dragging the two iron ingots along and reciting Melquiades' incantation aloud. The only thing he succeeded in doing was to unearth a suit of fifteenth-century armor which had all of its pieces soldered together with rust and inside of which there was the hollowed resonance of an enormous stone-filled gourd. When Jose Arcadio Buendia and the four men of his expedition managed to take the armor apart, they found inside a calcified skeleton with a copper locket containing a woman's hair around its neck.