My Rating: Must read. You will Like it if you are, going to be, have been in Love.
The book was first published in 1985. The translation in English
was republished by Alfred A. Knopf in the year 1988. Nobel winning author Gabriel
Garcia Marquez is known to be proponent of magical realism. This book is truly
an example of that.
Apart from being a literary benchmark, it is so true about the
life itself. The most magical moments arise out of the simplest ones. There
could be a glance thrown in your direction, a hand holding your arm, innocently
helping you from slipping- there are stories building up of magical beauty out
of these seemingly commonplace activities. Sometimes these stories get written
and sometime it is only life which writes them. But then there are some worthy
minds to which life at times, offer this great opportunity to pen them down for
the future generations to believe in the extraordinary magic of the ordinary. Gabriel
Marquez is one such worthy mind. His pen rises to the meet the magic of love in
this novel ‘Love in The Time Of Cholera’. He actually said as much in his
Interview to The Paris Review where he states, “The trouble is that many people
believe that I’m a writer of fantastic fiction, when actually I’m a very
realistic person and write what I believe is the true socialist realism.”
This is a story of love, a love accomplished and sure in its
being, a love thirsty and waiting to happen, sensual love, a love which is more
of an act of habit, an unrequited love and a deep love, which sustains till it
seeks, patiently and painfully lying in wait. The true art and capability of a
writer is visible in not inventing sharp turns in the stories, and still
keeping the reader hooked on the story by the sheer honesty and intensity of
the life as we all know it. There are no sharp edges in the story. It is not a
story told in hurry, nor is it written with the cunningness to impress the
reader with the drama. It is a soulful river running through a beautiful and
silent, blue night.
In very short, this is a story of a love, very ordinary, but
very touching by the virtue of its sheer ordinariness between the almond-eyed
beauty Fermina Daza and Dr. Juvenal Urbino, an old couple grown old across the
decades of togetherness. The man, a very habit-driven, custom-oriented hero for
the community with a pronounced sense of societal propriety and his wife with a
simmering sense of rebelliousness, come up as a creature of habit, a lovely
couple very much in love. Then it is also the story of unrequited love of the
eternal optimist, Florentino Ariza, who finds solace only in the end.
The story begins with the visit of Dr. Juvenal Urbino to the
death of his acquaintance, an Antillean Refugee, Jeremiah de Saint Amour- who
quickly slips into a backdrop, not to come back again. The beginning seems
merely to serve as a foundation to describe the social stature of Dr. Juvenal
Urbino and his personality. He uses the journalistic devise of picking up and
incident and builds a character over it. He is a dispassionate story-teller,
whose allegiance is only to the story, not to the character. If one looks very
carefully, one would find that he doesn’t attempts to get love, hatred or even
sympathy of the reader to his character. He places the characters out for your
scrutiny and allows you to wander through a maze of changing emotions towards
them as the story progresses. He explains with a sense of passive seriousness
which is descriptive to the extent of being journalistic. His facts create a
world of fiction in which you not only believe, you also fall in love with. To
quote him, he once said that it is, “a journalistic trick you can also apply to
literature…” ..and that “…Journalism has helped my fiction because it has kept
me in a close relationship with reality.” He gets you to believe in his fiction
with factoids and imagery which may not always be true in strictest sense.
He is a master in total control of his art. He is not helplessly
flowing through the story, he steers it. He said in an interview that there is
a purpose to the even the first, seemingly purposeless river trip of Florentino
Ariza, that is to describe the river, so that it need to be described the
second time over. Every word written serves the purpose of plunging you as a
reader deeper into the story, so that you feel as if you know all the
characters as the ones you knew from your own life. He carefully architects a
world which the lady love of Jeremiah calls the death trap of the poor, in which to quote the author, the great old families sank into their
ruined palaces in silence, as the world around collapsed into “the condition of honorable decadence..”
We find the visual imagery of Joseph Conrad which makes a fictional world
breathe in front of us.
The character of Dr. Urbino is defined through a comfortable abode
with all the assurances of familiar certainty, a parrot, a library, lovely
house, throughout which one could detect
the good sense and care of a woman whose feet were planted firmly on the
ground. From here we slowly become familiar with Fermina Daza, the good
doctor’s wife, who is seventy two when the story begins. Gabo writes that, “Her clear almond eyes and her inborn
haughtiness were all that were left to her from her wedding portrait but what
she had been deprived of by age she more than made up for in character and
diligence. The lady is sharp-witted, even if subtle and their story is a story
of mild humor which makes up every decently happy married couple’s life. The
wife loves pets, husband doesn’t as he tells her, “Nothing that does not speak will come into this house” and she
responds by bringing in a parrot. The doctor teaches parrot Latin and spends
evenings with the parrot until one day the parrot eventually causes his death
by falling.
As the author describes the loving couple, one could almost fall
in the trap of traditional romanticism, almost. But then with playful innocence
of a journalist, Gabo describes that…they
were not capable of living for even an instant without the other or without
thinking about the other before one is lost into the mushy-mushy feelings,
he comes back ..neither could have said
if their mutual dependence was based on love of convenience, but they never
asked the question with their hands on their hearts because both had always
preferred not to know the answer. I would presume this is what is meant by
magical realism. There is an interesting description of their life, a charming
life of togetherness, wherein she clung
to last threads of sleep to avoid facing the fatality of another morning…while
he awoke with the innocence of a newborn.. and her compliant that..the worst misfortune in this house is that
nobody lets you sleep. This was a daily ritual, a game that all married
couple play, that Marquez calls, dangerous
pleasures of domestic love.
Then there is an endearing episode of missing soap in the
bathroom, which hits their blissful lives in thirtieth year of togetherness. He
proposes that they go to the Archbishop and then seek his intervention on
whether the soap was there or not that day in the bathroom. Fermina responds
with the near-blasphemous thunder of “to
hell with the Archbishop”. By the time, after four months of sparring in
silence, one evening as Dr. Urbino waited in their bed for his wife to come out
of bathroom “It felt so comfortable to be
back in his grandparents’ featherbed that he preferred to capitulate and says he “Let me stay here,…there was soap.”, the reader is sunk deep in the
feeling of a love so subtle, so dignified, so ..lovely that one also loves the
couple. With this peaceful conclusion about the couple in love, about our own
love for the couple, suddenly catastrophe hits with the parrot which tries to
escape and trying to catch the parrot, Dr. Ubrino slips. It is brings too close
the fear of old age death of someone deeply in love when he writes about the
dying moments of Dr. Ubrino.
‘He recognized her despite
the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her and
he looked at her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more
grief-stricken, more grateful that she had ever seen them in half a century of
a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: “Only God
knows how much I loved you.”
It is not often one reads such writing which so poignantly reminds
one of the eternity of love and ephemeral nature of life as Fermina Daza
‘..prayed to God to give
him at least a moment so that he would not go without knowing how much she had
loved him despite all their doubts, and she felt an irresistible longing to begin
life with him over again so that they could say what they had left unsaid and
do everything right that they had done badly in the past…the grief exploded
into a blind rage against the world, even against herself..” and one is hit
by the immensity of the widow’s sadness when, before the coffin is closed she, ‘..took off her wedding ring and put it on
her dead husband’s finger, and then she covered his hand with hers, as she
always did when she caught him digressing in public.”
This is when Florentino
Ariza appears, during the funeral, a
useful and serious old man. While we wonder about who this man is, he to
utter distaste of the readers, tells the grief-stricken widow, “I have waited for this opportunity for more
than half a century, to repeat to you once again my vow of eternal fidelity and
everlasting love” Before being thrown out of the house. From then beings a
love story of the past, a love story of innocent youth, of young Fermina and
Florentino. The story goes more than five decades back when Florentino was a
poor young man, whom, Fermina’s cousin at one point calls, “He is ugly, but he is all love.”
Florentino is any other young man, reading love poems, believing
in the infallibility of true love, and aware of the difficulty in such dreams
of love given his own social station in life, as a fatherless child and poor
young man. He finds Fermina, a lovely girl of a rich by dysfunctional family
under the care of her aunt Escolastica. There is then, long period of waiting
for the girl in park facing Fermina’s house reading his books, mustering
courage to write to her. Then the first letter, and then more, letters, hidden
in one place or other. There are such lovely descriptions of soaring, innocent
love of youth which is brave and afraid at once. As he writes about Fermina who
would lock herself in bathroom at odd
hours and for no reason other than to reread the letter, attempting to discover
a secret code, a magic formula…..in the hope they would tell her more than they
said”. One forgives the first
appearance of Florentino, after the death of Doctor Ubrino as one goes through
the yearnings of Florentino’s struggle as young lover and eventual failure. The
rationalist in Marquez comes back as eventually young Fermina is able to get
over her love for Florentino as surprisingly as she fell in it. This was after
she had formally accepted his love with a note sent to him which said, “Very well, I will marry you if you promise
not to make me eat eggplant.” This after she fought with her formidable and
brutish father when he found her a wounded panther who would never
be fifteen years old again.
Her aunt is sent away and so is she, but when she comes back,
she finds her love is not there, that she has gotten over the love which she
once had for Florentino Ariza. She goes on to marry Dr. Ubrino and Florentino
slips into a dark abyss of lonely wait for the love which he still hopes to win
back. There are flings which Florentino has in between, but they are more in
line with the realism which Marquez writes about, but those flings are never
able to touch, disfigure or damage the love, the magical love which flows in
his heart for Fermina. Florentino is a dreamer, much like Jay Gatsby of
Fitzgerald, who continues to hope even after Fermina’s marriage to Dr. Ubrino.
He struggles through sadness and solitude, and eventually at the funeral of Dr.
Ubrino once again confesses his love. Shunned by Fermina initially, and once
again oppose by the society which stood against them, when they loved young,
this time they bring out enough courage to sail into the sea together right
into the sunset of their lives.
Marquez once spoke about this book in an interview, “This book
was a pleasure. It could have been much longer, but I had to control it. There
is so much to say about the life of two people who love each other. It's
infinite.” As a reader, I would agree to him. This is a book you end with a
tinge of sadness, not because the story is sad, but because the story has
ended. This book is a work of love, it celebrates love in multiple forms. Rare is to have one story which can contain so much of love in so many forms, hues and colors.
Amazon Book Link: Love in the Time of Cholera
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