“Each time someone dies, a library burns.”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky is Everywhere
Each time a person dies, a library burns to the ground. I actually believe that; each of us is a memory holder of events, memories, languages, skills, knowledge and we are all different, making death not only a sentimental occurrence but a lost to humanities, especially when that person is an author like Gabriel García Márquez.
“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera
Last night, Gabriel passed away of the age 87, not reaching his 100, though I was rooting for him. He was a Colombian novelist, short-story writer, screenwriter and journalist, known affectionately as Gabo throughout Latin America. Considered one of the most significant authors of the 20th century, he was awarded the 1972 Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the 1982 Nobel Prize in Literature. He pursued a self-directed education that resulted in his leaving law school for a career in journalism. From early on, he showed no inhibitions in his criticism of Colombian and foreign politics. In 1958, he married Mercedes Barcha; they had two sons, Rodrigo and Gonzalo.
García Márquez started as a journalist, and wrote many acclaimed non-fiction works and short stories, but is best known for his novels, such as One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), Autumn of the Patriarch (1975) and Love in the Time of Cholera (1985). His works have achieved significant critical acclaim and widespread commercial success, most notably for popularizing a literary style labeled as magic realism, which uses magical elements and events in otherwise ordinary and realistic situations. Some of his works are set in a fictional village called Macondo (the town mainly inspired by his birthplace Aracataca), and most of them explore the theme of solitude.
He might have died but I think he lives on through his work and his words, after all, when we all leave this world, we will only be remembered by our deeds. May he rest in peace and may his family feel better soon after their lose.