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Gabo's not done yet

May 9, 2008 |  7:19 am

Cholera

Two years ago, any admirer of Gabriel García Márquez's work had to just say, OK, that's it, "Memories of My Melacholy Whores" is the last fiction we'll ever see from the maestro before he takes leave of us and floats up into the clouds.

At the time, he told a Spanish newspaper that his heart wasn't in writing another novel, though readers could certainly still look for additional installments of his memoir, which began with the publication of "Living to Tell the Tale." Now, various news sources are reporting that he's close to finishing another 250-page novel.

Our reviewer of "Memories," Gene H. Bell-Villada, said that this work possessed a "wistful sense of worlds forever gone ... an exquisitely wrought tale, and Edith Grossman's translation ably captures its autumnal beauty."

"Memories" won't be his parting gesture after all. As the Guardian nicely puts it, García Márquez has "rediscovered his muse."

Nick Owchar

Photo: Actor Hector Elizondo in 2007 film of "Love in the Time of Cholera."

Photo credit: Daniel Daza / Stone Village Pictures


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