A review by samiism
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez

2.0

While Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez is an impressive name to have in my library, I'm not sure if reading this book was worth it.

Florentino Ariza... I don't like him. He is obsessive, spoiled, and creepy. He hounds this girl, Fermina Daza relentlessly until she finally gives in. Fermina's father does not approve, so he forces them apart until years pass and Fermina is disgusted at having been in love with him at all. So for the next 51 years, 9 months, and 4 days, Florentino pines for her. He was going to save him virginity for her, but instead ends up using sex with numerous women as a crutch...while still pining for Fermina.

Fermina marries Dr. Urbino while Florentino gets a nice job and continues sticking his sausage into whatever warm bun he can put it in. Blah blah blah, few years pass and Urbino dies. Florentino's old ass swoops in and declares "eternal fidelity and everlasting love" to Fermina, which of course is bullshit.

There are so many things wrong with the characters. I just don't get it. Yes, the words in the book are beautifully arranged (thus the two stars), but the story itself makes me cringe.

Florentino is a deluded, masochistic sex addict who insists he is loyal to his one and only Fermina, and yet has sex with pretty much every woman he meets. He waits half a century for her husband to pass away, and when the latter does, he immediately and insensitively pesters Fermina. I can't even concentrate on the book because every time Florentino does something, it annoys me.

Just...no.