Friday, January 26, 2007
"On the eve of his ninetieth birthday a bachelor decides to give himself a wild night of love with a virgin. As is his habit–he has purchased hundreds of women–he asks a madam for her assistance. The fourteen-year-old girl who is procured for him is enchanting, but exhausted as she is from caring for siblings and her job sewing buttons, she can do little but sleep. Yet with this sleeping beauty at his side, it is he who awakens to a romance he has never known.
Tender, knowing, and slyly comic, Memories of My Melancholy Whores is an exquisite addition to the master’s work." ~ Random House
This is a case of not judging a book by it's title. I might not have considered the novel if it weren't for the author. The book is a very quick and easy read, despite the depth of the themes. Once again, I am reminded love is not two or three dimensional nor is it defined by marriage, sex, fairy tales, or the traditional twist or standard society has pinned on it. Love's complexity only makes sense to the individuals encompassed by the passion and emotion of their feelings and responses to each other. While reading this novel, I tried to keep all perceptions and ingrained notions I had detached from the open self who was curiously reading the work. The novel was odd, compelling, and even though you wanted to be repulsed by the thought of the main character and his actions, you are intrigued, if not sympathetic to his existence. I highly recommend reading Garcia's "Memories" if nothing more than to shake up your normal repertoire.