One of my favorite authors, Gabriel García Márquez, will end his writing career due to dementia. At eighty-five, he has produced prolifically since 1947. He was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1982, three years prior to the publication of my favorite (and the best-known) of his works: Love in the Time of Cholera. The announcement by USA Today is somewhat uncommon – it seems that most authors simply fade away. To me, it seems like a stoic announcement by García Márquez that he will begin his own solitary march into solitude. Fortunately, he has written dozens of stories, so there is enough of his existing work to occupy a reader for years.
It’s a tragedy to see anyone’s mind begin to fail, particularly those we love and those we feel we know (like García Márquez) through the intimacy of closely following their work and accomplishments over many years. I’ve found myself strangely drawn in by a number of authors from Latin America: García Márquez (Colombia), Isabel Allende (Peru), Cristina Henríquez (American-born, Panama-focused) and Paulo Coelho (Brazil). My all-time favorite author, Ernest Hemingway, had a straightforward and simple style similar to that of García Márquez.
Buena suerte, Señor Márquez. Do him and his career the honor of visiting his website and picking up one of his books or exploring a new author.
“Both looked back then on the wild revelry…and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.” ― Gabriel García Márquez