(Let time pass and we will see what it brings.)
But don’t be fooled…it is not a simple love story. It is a complex, multi-layered look at love and obsession, reality and illusion in relationships, and the timelessness of love–how it does and does not change over a lifetime. He explores, but never defines, Love.
I read this book after reading an excellent review by my friend, Nymeth, at Things Mean A Lot. She describes the book eloquently and with great insight, so I urge you to read her review, also. I agree with her when she explains that not everyone will like this book. But I loved it.
Part of the reason for that is because of my complete immersion into a culture and language of Latin America when I was an exchange student. My experiences with adjusting to and absorbing the intricacies of a Latin culture helped me to visualize his beautifully described settings, to understand much of the background of his characters, to appreciate the passion of his language, and to accept the magical, mythical elements in his writing. I was also aware that I was reading a book in translation. Spanish is a richly expressive and passionate language, but I was incredibly impressed with translator, Edith Grossman’s, brilliant work.
The film version of Love in the Time of Cholera is being released in November, and I am very curious about how they will handle the many layers of this story. I’m looking forward to seeing the visual interpretation, but part of me wonders how the film can ever measure up to the book. I hope it’s one of those times when I love both the book and the movie.
As he passed the sewing room, he saw through the window an older woman and a young girl sitting very close together on two chairs and following the reading in the book that the woman held open on her lap. It seemed a strange sight: the daughter teaching the mother to read. His interpretation was incorrect only in part, because the woman was the aunt, not the mother, although she had raised her as if she were her own. The lesson was not interrupted, but the girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.