“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” ~Gabriel García Márquez from Love in the Time of Cholera
We lost a good one yesterday, a Nobel laureate in literature, one whose stories full of magical realism delighted (and exasperated) millions. Colombian-born author and former journalist Gabriel García Márquez wrote stories and novels of exquisite beauty in which the magical and the mundane sat cheek by jowl.
In an interview in The Paris Review, he credited his style to his grandmother, who told of supernatural things in perfectly natural style. As this tends to be my approach to the otherworldly, one can see why I love him.
So a fond farewell to a burning talent. The world will miss him, but his genius lives on.