Today’s daily prompt: When reading for fun, do you usually choose fiction or non-fiction? Do you have an idea why you prefer one over the other?
Do you know the meaning of fiction?
It is “literature in the form of prose, especially short stories and novels, that describe imaginary events or people”. Doesn’t it sound like an invitation to travel to you too?
Imaginary is one of my favorite words ever: it knows no boundary of time, of place, not even our sky could limit it.
If I had to divide my library between fiction and non fiction, I would make a special room for Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s master pieces. They would be on an altar…right in the middle of the room! Who said that Macondo never existed? Why can’t a grand mother be a bit of a magician? Actually, aren’t they all?
Gabo used to say “whatever matters in life is not what happens to you, but what you remember and how you remember it”. Fiction, non fiction: there is no such thing as a Great Divide. Sometimes reality overcomes fiction. Sometimes fiction is our reality. It all lays in the magical powers of those who have this unique gift: turning words into unique sentences able to sing to our soul.
14 thoughts on “The (non existing) Great Divide”
I think there can be a throne room for Marquez and a particularly special alter needs to be there just for 100 Years of Solitude. I still get chills thinking about how the book ended. Tremendous.
Definitely! When I read 100 Years of Solitude and Love in the time of Cholera, I am wondering who else can ever pretend to be a writer? A few words, perfectly orchestrated, and my mind is already flying 🙂 “Things have a life of their own,” the gypsy proclaimed with a harsh accent. “It’s simply a matter of waking up their souls.”
Nice way to start the day! I will head to the Library this week… Have a sweet one!
I wrote a post going along some of the same lines as the last part of your post about there not really being a Great Divide. Fiction and reality can sometimes overlap and become blurred.
So true! Some fictions are so deeply inspired by real people and stories that it definitely blurs the “frontiers” between the reality and the imaginary. I really enjoyed reading your post, thanks for sharing (and stopping by 🙂
Your welcome. I know, fiction can be more than just transparent fantasy creatures and people, there is real hidden meanings in there. Thanks for reading and enjoying my post!
You’re welcome. I know, fiction can be more than just transparent fantasy creatures and people, there’s hidden meaning in there. Thanks for reading and enjoying my post!
I feel the same way – and it’s pretty cool to bump into a small group of those who reversed the divide into a question! lovely post 🙂
Thank a lot, really appreciate the compliment, especially for someone who knows so well playing with words 🙂
omg, i LOVE gabriel marquez! i must have read 100 years of solitude five times! it’s one of my all-time favorite books. i love how he narrated such a complex story with so much detail and so much passion. my heart broke each and every time i finished reading it.
p.s. i like reading fiction better than non-fiction. there’s an endless room for creativity in the former, i think.
Exactly the same feeling here! his words are literally transporting me, he has this magical power to really talk to my soul. 100 years of Solitude is one of those books I would treat with much more respect than my most precious clothes, tells you a lot already 😉 I must have bought it 5 times, and you actually made me want to read it again! Did you read Love in the times of cholera?
i sure did! but 100 years of solitude would always be my first love, though, as far as his books go. and you know what they say about first loves…
Oh I hear you ! 😉