I looked this up on Wikipedia, and this is what it said:
One Hundred Years of Solitude (Spanish: Cien años de soledad, 1967), by Gabriel García Márquez, is a novel which tells the multi-generational story of the Buendía Family, whose patriarch, José Arcadio Buendía, founds the town of Macondo, the metaphoric Colombia. The non-linear story is narrated via different time frames, a technique derived from the Argentine writer Jorge Luis Borges (as in The Garden of Forking Paths).
The widely acclaimed story, considered to be the author’s masterpiece, was first published in Spanish in 1967, and subsequently has been translated into thirty-seven languages, selling more than 20 million copies. The magical realist style and thematic substance of One Hundred Years of Solitude established it as an important, representative novel of the literary Latin American Boom of the 1960s and 1970s, that was stylistically influenced by Modernism (European and North American), and the Cuban Vanguardia (Vanguard) literary movement.
1 Biography & publication
3 Historical context
4 Symbolism and metaphors
5.1 First generation
5.2 Second generation
5.3 Third generation
5.4 Fourth generation
5.5 Fifth generation
5.6 Sixth generation
5.7 Seventh generation
6 Major themes
6.1 The subjectivity of reality and Magical Realism
6.2 The fluidity of time
8 Literary significance and acclaim
10 Internal references
12 See also
14 External links
These are only some of the reasons why Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s’ One Hundred Years of Solitude is a book about the multi-generational story of the Buendía Family, whose patriarch José Arcadio Buendía, founds the town of Macondo, the metaphoric Colombia. It is also about the human spirit.
OMG, did you get this from one of the students in my sophomore English class? It just sounds so familiar…
At OTI we abide by a strict code of academic honesty.
Very well then. I won’t report you to my principal.
“This man’s sombrero is sad because of magical realism.”
I think Fenzel is misreading, the man is clearly happy because he’s sombrero looks like a giant nipple, and though we don’t see what he’s doing with his right hand, we all know what that strained half smile means.
It also explains why he needs so much solitude. It also makes me notice Otis the OTI mascot has the same strained half smile; which turns his once cheerfully inquisitive gaze into a soul killing sexually objectifying leer, I cannot unthink that, and for that I will never forgive Gabriel García Márquez.
Or, for that matter, William Carlos Williams.
What a coincidence: my sombrero is also sad because of magical realism.