One Hundred Years of Solitude comes to a very exciting end. I
felt like everything that seemed both important and arbitrary was tied
in to the exciting and symbolic end. I like how Aureliano, just as the
former Aureliano, and Jose Arcadio, finds himself immersed the the old
work of Melquiades. Then I enjoyed the symoblizim of the baby's corpse
being eaten by the ants. The strong Buendia family that once dominated
Macondo, now has no one left to carry out the blood line. Then the
apocalyse that occurs when Aureliano finally is able to comprehend
what Melquiades has left for the family which really brings the entire
book full circle.
While reading this book I did not exactly enjoy it. The middle
especially, was full of far too many names and events to keep track
of, however, looking at the book as a whole, I am glad that I read it.
It reminds me of the thing that we are always reminded of in history
class, that history is written by the winners. One Hundred Years of
Solitude see one hundred years from the creation of Macondo to the
demise of Macondo, and then with the wind, it is all blown away as if
none of it had really happened. In a way I think that the entire book
can viewed a parable against letting yourself go in to the depths of
solitude. The Buendia family had so much potential to leave a great
mark on history, but instead they found themselves trapped within the
family circle. They prefer incestual relations to new relations with
those who are different from them, and some of them even choose no
relations at all. Then, in the end, they were litterally wiped away
from all memory.
I really enjoyed Marquez's writting style throughout the whole
book. I felt that it gave the book a sort of larger than life appeal.
I liked how he would choose to describe many things rather bluntly,
but with eloquent words that would make things that generally one
would think was disturbing, such as incest, sort of necessary, or okay.