Book: Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Genre: Fiction (Classic #6)
The World Health Organization describes cholera as “an acute diarrhoeal disease that can kill within hours if left untreated.” If we define love by the actions of Florintino Ariza, pedophile, rapist, and sociopath, I just might prefer the cholera.
I absolutely believe that when reading works that portray a time in history the reader needs to view the thoughts, words, and actions of the characters in their historical and cultural context. However, whether it is modern day USA, turn of the twentieth century Caribbean island, or any time or place, a 70+ year old man having sexual relations with a 14-year-old girl is pedophilia. That same man assaulting a house servant is rape. That same man feeling no guilt when that 14-year-old commits suicide over the failure of the affair or when he forces a marriage between the house servant and someone else to release him from the appearance of paternity for his bastard child is sociopathy. None of it is love.
The review stops here. This book is not worth any more of my time or effort.
Despite my intense abhorrence for this book, I don’t regret reading it. It is through reading the excellent, the dreadful, the mediocre, and all shades therein that we cultivate our tastes, our imaginations, and our discernments. I appreciate how this book assisted me in these areas, but it will never be found on my shelves.