Review: Love in the time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Love in the Time of Cholera

In their youth, Florentino Ariza and Fermina Daza fall passionately in love. When Fermina eventually chooses to marry a wealthy, well-born doctor, Florentino is heartbroken, but he is a romantic. As he rises in his business career he whiles away the years in 622 affairs–yet he reserves his heart for Fermina. Her husband dies at last, and Florentino purposefully attends the funeral. Fifty years, nine months, and four days after he first declared his love for Fermina, he will do so again.

This was a DNF for me. I tried to like it and gave it fair shot (made it to page 85) before I realised I hadn’t actually picked it up again for a couple of days and I didn’t want to either. 

To be honest I feel a bit cheated by this book. I’d had it on my TBR list for years (it first properly came to by attention while I was watching Serendipity). It was supposed to be romantic and beautiful and tragic.

Instead what I got was Florentino Ariza. Not a lover-lorn romantic hero but a creepy stalker, he harassed poor grieving Fermina until he wore her down. This was after stalking her while she was a teenager and keeping tabs on her life until her husband died so he could pop back up again. He didn’t listen to being told ‘no’ and thought nothing of sexual harassment of a teenager as well.

The language was difficult to get into but I was getting there and starting to get to enjoy the story when Dr Urbino fell. I persisted for a little while after the introduction of Florentino to the story but couldn’t keep going. I skimmed some of the rest and kind of wish I hadn’t as his character really didn’t improve.

Overall not a book I enjoyed.

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