Week 8 – One Hundred MORE Years of Solitude

We finally reached the second half (and the end) of the generation-spanning novel that made my head spin. I was debating calling my blog this week “the part where everyone drops like flies” because I was so not prepared for every single character to just drop dead in the span of about 200 pages. I think at this moment in time I can say I enjoyed the first half of this book a bit more than the second, because the repetition of names and confusion finally caught up with me. As much as I hate to admit it I found myself trying to get through the end of the book just to finish it, because the real ‘enjoyment’ aspect has ceased when I lost track of the family lineage. That’s not to say I wasn’t intrigued by this novel’s end, however.

This week’s lecture mentioned something I definitely felt while reading: “Openness can longer save the house, nor can closure protect it.” The paradoxical nature of Macondo being ‘safer’ when it is shut off from visitors, but also actively engaging in its own decline thanks to the destructive nature of the Buendías, speaks to the novel’s ‘obsession’ with repetition. (It also perhaps speaks to the ‘meta’ nature I eluded to in my last blog. I suppose Garcia Marquez had it out for me all along). While the town is seemingly safer before visitors come to visit, the actions and incestuous habits of the family already wreak havoc on their fates. When visitors come, the Buendías begin to realize there is a world outside of their town, but taking steps beyond their small village seems to signal the beginning of the end.

In my last blog I questioned whether the arrival of the train would prove helpful with the introduction of technology, or would see a negative outcome. I see know that the train brought a second life to Macondo, while also rapidly changing its fate. The train is a turning point for the town and for the family, and with every new invention that enters, a little piece of normalcy slips away, until nothing but ruin is left.

I found the birth of the final Buendía member very interesting. In lecture, Jon asks if the child had not been given the name of Aureliano, would the outcome have been different? This is  question I struggle to answer. Perhaps naming him Rodrigo would have shifted the Buendia fate, stalling the inevitable ending for a few generations more. Or perhaps he was always going to have his tail, despite a different name, and it would still have ended the family.

Though it is titled solitude, I got the sense that the solitude is more of the family in the world than an individual ‘sadness’. (I am quick to associate solitude with sadness, but in this case it has a different meaning I suppose). My question to you is how you think solitude is most exemplified in this book, by whom or in what circumstances? It is a large, decade-spanning novel with historical impact about many events, but there is a through line of .. emptiness?

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