A Book Review
‘The adolescents of my generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia. My Sunday columns, like an archaeological relic among the ruins of the past, were not only for the old but also for the young who were not afraid of ageing.’
My mixed feelings about Memories of My Melancholy Whores are the result of damn-crazy- good Garcia writing, telling a story that feels like slightly-flat Coca-Cola in a glass bottle.
Okay, so, Garcia writes darn-crazy-amazing well. With Memories of My Melancholy Whores, I am convinced his writing cannot HELP itself but be darn, crazy, amazing good! The man’s imagery in this book, his symbolism, his descriptions … they are so vivid that you feel like you are reading a painting as it paints itself in front of your eyes. And yet, the charm lies in how Garcia manages to do this in the humblest and lightest of ways. As a reader, you are highly affected, but not exhausted.
I am IN LOVE with what I now know is the genre of magic realism that Garcia is so renowned for. For those like me who have not known what magical realism is, it is when fantasy and reality are interspersed, where elements of the supernatural are sewn into real – life settings or contexts – pardon the oversimplified explanation. In Memories, the magical realism manifests in a way that makes you wonder if the entire narrative is just in the mind of the main character: is he dreaming it all? Is it a manifestation of old-age dementia?
Memories is a short book, and Garcia has used the bare minimum language needed, just enough to make his points. It is a very easy, quick read. Singularity of storyline, with few characters.
Unfortunately, though, the story feels one-dimensional, making me go … ‘Ahaaaaaaan? And therefore?’ No amount of analysing could help add much depth to it – clear themes of time, old age, a longing for youth (lost and found), life and death. The story tries to spin a tale of true love, but I am not convinced: there is no true love in Memories of My Melancholy Whores.
The word ‘melancholy’ has always felt to me like a very multi-dimensional word, fusing the intensity of sadness with the empty space of non-reason. The story is the opposite: after a very short initial build-up, it is a flat, horizontal line.
Readers of Love in the Time of Cholera will find some endearing, repeated elements. I loved these, cannot quite explain why.
All-in-all, Garcia’s beautiful writing trumps the surface-scraping storyline … worth a read, with managed expectations.
P.S. Second-hand books with old handwritten notes = ♥
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Having written casually for informal audiences through her blog for several years, she now writes for herself, and edits for FUCHSIA.
Sidrah’s favourite things include spending time with her crazy family (the Pagalkhana), photography, poetry, reading, music, dance, clouds, rain and the night. She has a deep love for connecting with strangers, and believes that stories, and story-telling, have the power to change the world. She dreams of a world where boundaries and differences are only celebrated, and not a cause for divide. She currently works for the National Council of Social Service (NCSS), planning and developing social services for vulnerable children and youth.