Think of love as a state of grace; not the means to anything but the alpha and omega, an end in itself

Love in the Time of Cholera


Gabriel Garcia Marquez
March 6, 1927 – April 17, 2014


It is a great honour to compose this dedication to the fascinating mind of Gabriel Garcia Marquez (affectionately known as Gabo).  No words can justify the deep sentiment one feels when reading One Hundred Years of Solitude for the first time. Love in the Time of Cholera showed millions of readers that true love is the fated manifestation between two souls. However, no matter how complicated the universe makes it, true love does exist and will conquer the tests of life. Time does not exist when it comes to love. Marquez’s magical realism brought to life the honest imagination of his readers, allowing them to feel safe in his stories, showing them the innocence, brilliance, horror, and the sadness of living.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez passed away on Thursday 17th April 2014 at his home in Mexico City. He was 87 years old. Marquez was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer in 1991. In 2012, he developed Alzheimer’s Disease. Over the last ten years, his illnesses kept him out of the public eye. In his interviews, Marquez pledged his whimsical storytelling abilities to his grandmother, the matriarch of his family; his grandfather was the opposite, enriching Marquez’s knowledge with historical reflections of Columbia’s wars past.  

Gabo received the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature in 1982. Some of his most famous work include One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), The Autumn of the Patriarch (1975), and Love in the Time of Cholera (1985). Marquez was a brilliant storyteller: he personified the imagination of the human mind and exhibited the deepest mysteries of the heart. With his remarkable ability to express the beauty of both the greatest and most cruel parts of life, lines of reality often blurred with dreams, giving the world of literature the gift of “magical realism.”

“Reality is also the myths of the common people,” Mr. García Márquez told an interviewer.

I realised that reality isn’t just the police that kill people, but also everything that forms part of the life of the common people.

One of Marquez’s greatest loves was journalism. From his point of view, journalism was a literary genre, the art of telling real stories. His journalistic nature often exemplified his left-wing political views, opposing what he saw as imperialism with regard to the domination of Latin America by the US. His socialist views led him to support the regime in Cuba, becoming a personal friend of Fidel Castro. His faithfulness to the Cuban revolution led to a  falling out with many of his own generation of Latin American writers. Despite being one of the best-known writers around the world, he was denied access to the United States.

Gabo is survived by his wife Mercedes, his two sons – Rodrigo, a film director, and Gonzalo, a graphic designer – seven brothers and sisters and one half-sister.

In solitude and with courage, an individual can discover their true thoughts and identification in this life. One cannot be afraid of what they might discover after allowing their musings to run free. If Marquez has left humanity a gift, it is the gift of pure imagination of reality.  

Irene Rodriguez