Travel is often a matter of balancing a desire for control and a willingness to abandon that control when it serves no purpose. If one finds oneself in a place where timetables and commitments are loosely treated and made on the spur of the moment without too much forethought – well-meant but never likely, in reality, to materialise – and you find yourself fighting this attitude as though it were an aberration, then you are in trouble. 1,152 more words
Gabriel Garcia Marquez died recently. Upon hearing this news I remembered that I had long been wanting to read One Hundred Years of Solitude, mostly for advice on how to live my life alone. 373 more words
I first encountered “A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings”, a short story by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, in college when I was required to read it for a writing class. 89 more words
This review does not give away the story of the book. I’d hate that.
It was quite a coincidence. Ten days ago when I decided to dive into reading with the… 841 more words