Saturday, February 18, 2006
19. "Memories of My Melancholy Whores" ~ Gabriel Garcia Marquez
If a gun is introduced in the beginning of a play, there will immistakeably be a shooting by the end of the play.
If a delightful virgin is introduced at the beginning of a novella about a 90-year-old man and his attempt to celebrate all of his past sexual rendezvous, there should be the deflowering of the virgin by the end of the novella.
I won't give away the ending. Or I just did.
The story is gusty, boastful, and overblown, but so is the character. Hitting his ninth decade, he wants to celebrate with a virginal whore, rather than repeat his lifetime of running with prostitutes.
While a fascinating idea, and written beautifully, it never reaches the rounded excellence of fulfilled dreams, or, at the least, a completed train of thought. Of course, this is the point of view of a very old man, so perhaps that's the point, yet I found it frustrating.
3.8 out of 5.0 Spanish Town Cocktails.
Posted by Kristin at 6:55 AM