Hi Kate-
Thanks very much for posting this. I love him. I loved hearing him rant
about the gringos in their arrogance calling themselves americans. It is so
sad that he is so ill. Cien Anos De Soledad is still close to the top of my
greatest of all time. I have a book of his short stories as well that love.
I was just telling Nikki about him the other day. Recently I have been
reading Pablo Neruda again. I went to the library and picked up three books
of his poetry. If you have not had the pleasure, high tail it on down to the
PL and pick up some Neruda. Have a wonderful holiday!
Michael
on 12/14/00 10:51 AM, Kate Bennett at [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
> Gabriel Garcia Marquez* has retired from public life due to
> health reasons: cancer of the lymph nodes. It seems that it is
> getting worse. He has sent this farewell letter to his friends,
> which has been translated and posted on the Internet. Please
> read and forward to any who might enjoy it. This is possibly,
> sadly, one of the last gifts to humanity from a true master.
> This short text, written by one of the most brilliant Latin
> Americans in recent times, is truly moving.
> _______________
> If for an instant God were to forget that I am rag doll and gifted
> me with a piece of life, possibly I wouldn't say all that I think,
> but rather I would think of all that I say. I would value things, not
> for their worth but for what they mean. I would sleep little,
> dream more, understanding that for each minute we close our eyes we lose
> sixty seconds of light.
>
> I would walk when others hold back, I would wake when others
> sleep. I would listen when others talk, and how I would enjoy a
> good chocolate ice cream! If God were to give me a piece of life,
> I would dress simply, throw myself face first into the sun, baring
> not only my body but also my soul. My God, if I had a heart, I
> would write my hate on ice, and wait for the sun to show. Over
> the stars I would paint with a Van Gogh dream a Benedetti poem,
> and a Serrat song would be the serenade I'd offer to the moon.
> With my tears I would water roses, to feel the pain of their
> thorns, and the red kiss of their petals...
>
> My god, if I had a piece of life... I wouldn't let a single day
> pass without telling the people I love that I love them. I would
> convince each woman and each man that they are my favorites, and I would
> live in love with love. I would show men how very wrong they are
> to think that they cease to be in love when they grow old, not
> knowing that they grow old when they cease to be in love! To a
> child I shall give wings, but I shall let him learn to fly on his
> own. I would teach the old that death does not come with old age, but
> with forgetting. So much have I learned from you, oh men...
>
> I have learned that everyone wants to live on the peak of the
> mountain, without knowing that real happiness is in how it is
> scaled. I have learned that when a newborn child squeezes for the
> first time with his tiny fist his father's finger, he has him
> trapped forever. I have learned that a man has the right to look down on
> another only when he has to help the other get to his feet. From
> you I have learned so many things, but in truth they won't be of
> much use, for when I keep them within this suitcase, unhappily
> shall I be dying.
>
> GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ
> ------------------------
>
> A QUICK BIO ON THE MASTER:
> Colombian author Gabriel Garcia Marquez began his career as a
> Journalist for a series of liberal South American newspapers in
> the late 1940's. Although he toyed with fiction as a young man,
> his first true efforts were incited by the negative reviews of
> contemporary Latin-American writers. The result was the short
> story The Third Resignation. The reviews of the story were
> positive and the impact strong; the press heralded The Boom,
> a second generation of Latin-American writers. Garcia Marquez
> followed with a compilation of short stories (Big Mama's Funeral)
> and three novellas (Leaf Storm, No One Writes to the Colonel,
> and In Evil Hour). These dark, eerie, and sad works were
> influenced heavily by Franz Kafka yet the reveal the voice of an
> intelligent young writer preparing himself for larger things.
>
> Larger things came to Garcia Marquez in 1967. While suffering
>> From writer's block several years earlier, the author suddenly
> had a vision of his next novel -- as he has said, the first
> chapter was as clear as if it had already been written. The idea was to
> tell the story of several generations of a Colombian family as his
> grandmother might have told it: supernatural occurrences and
> unbelievable events described with unblinking sincerity.
>
> After eighteen months of seclusion, Garcia Marquez produced his
> Masterpiece One Hundred Years of Solitude, which has been
> called one of the greatest novels in history. Gabriel Garcia
> Marquez was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1982.
