I just finished reading Love in the Time of Cholera. I found the first half boring and uninspiring. A childish story for adults, I thought. A drawn-out love story with a latin flavor. So many details and no insight. I waited and waited to know more about the photographer who was found dead at the beginning. I'm sure it had some symbolic significance (does anyone know?), but I was disappointed that he was almost never mentioned again.
The second half of the book was something else. Marquez began to inject his philosophy on life, love, men, women and their relationships. Now I was into it and I learned something from every page almost. There are so many beautiful passages with great wisdom. And like every reader (I think) I saw similarities in my own life and relationships.
Still the idea that one would go on and on loving another person without being loved in return, or even acknowledged, bothers me. In the end the object of undying affection did relent, if that's the right word. But I would have been much more satisfied if there was no "happy" ending, that the lover would realize that it's all a terrible waste loving a person who does not respond in kind, or care about your feelings. So many letters, so many gifts, so much heartache, so many sleepless nights... for what? Nobody is that wonderful or perfect, neither you nor your imaginary love.
Love is forever? It's a beautiful thought that makes life more interesting and bearable. It's what we all desperately hope for. But reality is very different. It's not trivial or hopeless, but love depends on so many variables that it's near impossible for it to be lasting, much less forever. It's seriously delusional to think love will survive all the personal changes and ups and downs of life. I've seen it and it happens, but you would be very very lucky to find a life-long love/soul mate.
In Love in the Time of Cholera, Fermina Daza did not give a damn about Florentino Ariza for sixty years because she had her own life and desires. And I for one would have been perfectly happy if Marquez had left it that way. But then there would be no story, no fantasy, no hope. Nothing exceptional. Who wants to read about what really happens in life? I do! That's why I prefer Henry Miller. His version of life and love is much closer to reality and human nature. There's no flowery/false romanticism.
I shouldn't be talking. I've been a hopeless romantic all my life. But enough time has passed for me to realize that love is neither forever nor enough. Someone, some day might prove me wrong. Until then I refuse to let anyone suck the joy of life out of me. Even the one I love.
[Thanks to Red Wine for the lovely art work]
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the hurt
by Organic NUTritionist on Wed Jan 05, 2011 09:27 PM PSTin a dark room
in a big town
under a full moon
it’s a friday and I’m almost home... I wanna fall, fall asleep
asleep in the arms, the arms of a woman
a woman who doesn’t, doesn’t deserve my love
I wanna lie, lie to myself
myself and someone else
just to feel something, something that hurts me
the hurt makes me feel alive
So long is over
nice to skip the chance you get to know you
why did I think this was true?
Because I wanted to
I wanna lie, lie to myself
myself and someone else
just to feel something, something that hurts me
the hurt makes me feel alive
I wanna fall
beg, lie, cheat and stealI wanna kneel
I wanna laugh, cry, say goodbye
Magnificent
by Doctor mohandes on Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:14 AM PSTSouri jan
i am just sitting over here feeling all mesmerized.
King JJ' jan
De Goosh kon de. Harfe hessabe mizane khanoomm. De goosh bede:))
Souri!
by Jahanshah Javid on Tue Jan 04, 2011 09:56 AM PSTeeshala!
My main focus.....
by Souri on Tue Jan 04, 2011 09:53 AM PSTWas on the book and its content. I thought we were discussing the story, but then the discussion has been jeopardized by going through some personal remarks.
Maybe I got too emotional because I love Gabriel Garcia and his stories. You know he lives in the heart of every Iranian of our generation, who happened to read "One hundred years of Solitude" druing the 70's.
Yes, I think you better fast marry a good nice girl and rid us from your dilemmas :)
The problem with you the young boys of yesterday, is that you all long for "true love", but as soon as you feel that "maybe" you are at about finding one, you immediately think of "marriage".
First thing first! Try to sort out your priorities first. Are you looking for love, because you feel alone when sitting at a table in the restaurant, or in your bed at night? Then, you are not longing for "true love" but only looking for a good understanding companion who just can also "love you" the way you are.
Good luck!
The good behavior of the people, warms our heart and make us thankful..... And the bad ones, just make us to recognize and appreciate the good ones!
The good thing
by statira on Tue Jan 04, 2011 08:58 AM PSTabout love is it's imagination. It makes you gentle and romantic. When you get to it, it's all over. JJJ, never, ever get married, we dont wanna lose one of our most eligible bachelor in here!
Wife?
by Jahanshah Javid on Tue Jan 04, 2011 08:28 AM PSTSouri, to ham keh hamash meekhaay maaro zan bedee :)
Nah khosh ghiyaafam, nah khosh akhlaagh, nah pooldaar. bacheh dar ham nemisham (vasectomized!)
Hala ki miyad zaneh man besheh?
good ideas.
by Anahid Hojjati on Mon Jan 03, 2011 11:14 PM PST.
General talk
by Jahanshah Javid on Mon Jan 03, 2011 11:03 PM PSTAnahid, I'm not talking about anyone in particular here. Just throwing ideas.
So it's over :)
by Jahanshah Javid on Mon Jan 03, 2011 11:02 PM PSTI like that Solo... If you need to utter 'why', it's over. That's very good advice.
.
by Anahid Hojjati on Wed Jan 05, 2011 08:06 AM PST.
Ajaba
by Flying Solo on Mon Jan 03, 2011 08:50 PM PSTJahanshah,
Political analysis? Not exactly.
You could do character analysis, Historical analysis. Social analysis. Scientific analysis. Analyze your kid, your sibling, you dog, the chair you are sitting on, the sole of your shoe. But love?
Here is something that the once love of my life said to me: If you need to utter 'why' - it isn't love. Chera? Because when you love you don't question it - you don't question the other. And when you start the questioning - well - it's over. It's the best definition I've ever heard. It applies to dog, kid, lover, friend. parent. The whole gamut. :)
What else?
by Jahanshah Javid on Mon Jan 03, 2011 08:28 PM PSTSolo, you want political analysis instead? That's too easy. Here it is: The Islamic Republic sucks! End of story :)
Areh baba, I know...
by Nazy Kaviani on Mon Jan 03, 2011 08:24 PM PSTIn almost all cases you are absolutely right! I believe people only have one life and they must not waste it on people who cannot reciprocate their love and give them peace and joy. The cases I was talking about are rare cases where two individuals, for whatever reasons, were separated and their love and longing for each other continued, and somehow, somewhere, they were finally able to be in a mutually satisfying relationship, sometimes after years and years.
You are right, a pragmatic approach would not be to waste any time on a one-way love, as he late Sossan put it so aptly:
//www.backupflow.com/g.htm?id=5752
Chasing Rainbows
by Flying Solo on Mon Jan 03, 2011 08:14 PM PSTJahanshah,
Some of us fly around pretty rainbows. Some of us hunker down. I say - do what feels right. It may not be what 'classic love' maintains to be. But it will be your brand.
But for heaven's sake Agha - stop analyzing this whole thing so much. :)
Read more, travel even more and give us the ground view of that kite in the sky you are running after. :)
After all the zer zer that I did ....!!
by Souri on Mon Jan 03, 2011 08:13 PM PSTJahanshah, you still say:
"Instead of waiting and wishing for an
imaginary union with no basis in reality, one can concentrate on
relationships that are based on mutual feelings and down to earth."
All my zer zer was about that! The book talks about "Love" and you talk about "Relationship".........
Not all kind of love need to fall in a Relationship..........
You are not looking for love, all you need is a wife :)
And you are a pisces?
The good behavior of the people, warms our heart and make us thankful..... And the bad ones, just make us to recognize and appreciate the good ones!
Worth the wait?
by Jahanshah Javid on Mon Jan 03, 2011 08:02 PM PSTNazy, it would be worth the wait if the union actually occurs. Usually it doesn't, especially in cases where love is one way. Instead of waiting and wishing for an imaginary union with no basis in reality, one can concentrate on relationships that are based on mutual feelings and down to earth.
On romantic fools...
by Nazy Kaviani on Mon Jan 03, 2011 07:54 PM PSTI went to get my teeth cleaned this afternoon. I was surprised to see another dental hygienist in place of my usual hygienist, Linda. I asked after her and I was told that Linda is taking some time off to settle down in her marriage before returning to work. All afternoon, my heart was filled with joy and happiness for my trustworthy and efficient hygienist, who is a very special woman, full of knowledge and wisdom. Considering Linda is 61, I was additionally happy to hear the story of her love affair with a patient which had developed into a more serious form of relationship for the couple. Be ghol-e Irani ha, az khosh-haali tu delam naghareh mizanan!
I came home to find this blog this evening. I believe this Marquez book to be one of the best books I have ever read. I am a believer in love. I have seen many unions and reunions of people who were separated through circumstances during earlier years. I am yet to see one where the individuals didn't think the other person had been worth the wait.
Yes, some people are that wonderful and worth the wait, says the romantic fool in me.
Jahanshah, on another note, please consider reading Mexican author, Laura Esquivel's book "Like Water For Chocolate" next. It might be an appropriate reading project to tackle in more ways than one, least of which for its Mexican flavors of food and love. Also, don't forget books by Isabelle Allende. She will leave you breathless, I just know it.
So strange, recently I have been
by Jaleho on Mon Jan 03, 2011 06:38 PM PSTre-reading many books that I read in my high school and college time, back then in Farsi, and now in English. I had noticed how Farsi translations of Russian and French books were really good, but some of the Spanish (like hundred years of solitude), Caribbean in particular, and Chinese (like Good Earth), are so much superior in English translation!It is as if we just didn't get the Chinese or Spanish culture nearly as nicely as one gets it here.
Anyway, I recently read Love in the time of cholera as part of the reading old stuff, and I came to this conclusion: I would rate it as one of the most beautiful books written in the 20th century. In fact I would rate it (also his chronicle of a death foretold; but not hundred years of solitude) as top 5 most fantastic books written in the last fifty years at least.
And, I have very little respect for analyzing and trying to find "symbols" in masterpieces like that book, let alonbe that I can not do it either. Those are for kids spark notes! But, re. your question about chess player in the start of the book, I think you were looking in vain to see more about it! I thought it was just another beautiful depiction of a love and life story, which reflected the general theme of the book regarding the political-colonial era of the region and all its doom-- in addition to the first realization of Dr. Juvinal Urbino's of old age and death. His description of Dr. Urbino getting aware of (feeling) his internal organs as he gets old was awsome I thought :-)
PS. marhoum jan, ma keyli mokhlesim!
JJ you sound like Davy Jones!
by marhoum Kharmagas on Mon Jan 03, 2011 06:00 PM PST"I've been a hopeless romantic all my life. But enough time has passed for me to realize that love is neither forever nor enough."
You sound like Davy Jones:
//www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uc7qcq2zcW0&feature...
... and instead of Davy Jones' locker: :
//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Davy_Jones%27_Locker
you have IC's locker.
Cholera
by Jahanshah Javid on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:53 PM PSTAnahid, the story takes place at a time when cholera takes the lives of many in the Caribbean region in the 19th and early 20th century.
Lucky Manouchehr Khan
by Jahanshah Javid on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:48 PM PSTMonda, your uncle's friend finally hooked up with his love in real life. That's special, not fiction.
Will keep in mind
by Jahanshah Javid on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:43 PM PSTThanks Parham. I don't think I'll go back to Miller yet. I'm saving him for now. It's taken me 30 years or so to get interested in novels again. I have a lot of catching up to do!
That's why
by Parham on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:36 PM PST.. because I remember we once had this conversation back in the Orkut days and you didn't mention anything about Henry Miller.
I bet you have the rest of the "Rosy Crucifixion" (the trilogy of Sexus, Plexus, and Nexus) lined up to read too. I won't give you my opinion on those and let you read them, then I'll ask you what you thought (if/when I find out you've finished!), but this is one thing people do; which is jump to the Rosy Crucifixion once they finish Tropic of Cancer -- whereas the natural follow-up (without it being really a part 2) to Tropic of Cancer is Tropic of Capricorn. Just keep that in mind -- in case.
Also do keep in mind that there's a lot of humor --more than one thinks at first-- involved in Tropic of Cancer, something that doesn't necessarily apply to the R.C. trilogy.
Happy reading! : )
Dear Jahanshah, great blog but now
by Anahid Hojjati on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:30 PM PSTHow is my blog on merits of a more boring life is going to have a chance against one about love?just kidding. Not read this book and I think after you calling the first half boring, I will do tropic of cancer before this one. And why all these books about love have diseases as part of their name?
:)
by Jahanshah Javid on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:27 PM PSTParham, I read Tropic of Cancer a few months ago. After that I read Sexus. Not as good. But still...
Funny...
by Parham on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:23 PM PST... that's my favorite book (in English)!
Did you read it recently?
Parham
by Jahanshah Javid on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:18 PM PSTTropic of Cancer
Jahanshah...
by Parham on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:17 PM PST... out of curiosity, what Henry Miller book(s) do you like? I didn't know you like Miller!
I have seen the movie
by mahmoudg on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:14 PM PSTand loved it, brought back memories and it hit me in the right spot. I am sure reading the book is as memorable.
My friend
by Souri on Mon Jan 03, 2011 05:56 PM PSTYou have made too many points which deserve to be addressed one by one, but this will take too long. for now:
First thing first: the story is not ONLY about love, even though it talks about an eternal love, but like all of the other stories by Gabriel Garcia, it recounts a whole life in all its aspects. More than a platonic love, it does talk about a human life. Through his adventures, he learn how to develop a kind of understanding and affection for women, all type of women, the whores with whom he slept and the desperate and unloved wives.....etc.
Second point: getting on the subject of LOVE, the eternal and platonic love for a woman who never loved him back, for sixty years.
My dear friend, it means that you still don't know what is the "True Love". Being in love with someone, means that you forget about yourself.....As Mowlana said: you are not a true lover as long as you still say: It is Me! You will become a true lover when you would learn to say: It is You!
The lover in the story, never thought about himself, he was just happy to love Fremina for his whole life. He learnt to become a part of her, he learnt to live for her, and learnt to live only for seeing her through different passages of her life. Of course the motto here is "HOPE", like with all the lovers, the ordinary ones and the true ones, but the main subject of this love was not he, himslef and his own satisfaction. He forgot about who he was in reality, he forgot himself and absorbed himself (his mind) into the life of his lover. His own body (and soul) didn't interest him anymore, he just used it as a tool which would help him to cross that bridge (time) which was leading him to her, finally.
This is the true love, dear. The practical love which you and many others are looking for, is not the subject of this story. Your love is a "fair transaction" in which you give and take equally (or at least in a satisfactory equation)......
But the point of the story is to teach us, how to love the object of our affection, without any rage, any grudge and any revenge. Only then, you can call it a "true love".