Colombia, magical realism, Garcia Marquez

Gabriel García Márquez on Latin American Dictatorship and Liberation


We celebrate Colombian magical realist Gabriel García Marquez, and explore some of the highlights from his Nobel Prized Literary career.

street art, colombiaThe Autumn of the Patriarch, By Gabriel García Márquez

Published in The New Yorker, 1976

“A poem on the solitude of power.”

Over the weekend the vultures got into the Presidential Palace by pecking through the screens on the balcony windows, and the flapping of their wings stirred up the stagnant time inside, and at dawn on Monday the city awoke out of its lethargy of centuries with the warm, soft breeze of a great man dead and rotting grandeur. Only then did we dare go in without attacking the crumbling walls of reinforced stone, as the more resolute had wished, and without using oxbows to knock the main door off its hinges, as others had proposed, because all that was needed was for someone to give a push and the great armored doors that had resisted the Lombards of William Dampier during the building’s heroic days gave way.

It was like entering the atmosphere of another age, because the air was thinner in the rubble pits of the vast lair of power, and the silence was more ancient, and things were hard to see in the decrepit light. All across the first courtyard, where the paving stones had given way to the underground thrust of weeds, we saw the disorder of the quarters of the guard who had fled, the weapons abandoned in their racks, the big, long rough-planked tables with plates containing the leftovers of the Sunday lunch that had been interrupted by panic, in the shadows we saw the annex where Government House had been, colored fungi and pale irises among the unpleated briefs whose normal course had been slower than the pace of the driest of lives, in the center of the courtyard we saw the baptismal font where more than five generations had been christened with martial sacraments, in the rear we saw the ancient vice-regal stable, which had been transformed into a coach house, and among the camellias and butterflies we saw the berlin from stirring days, the wagon from the time of the plague, the coach from the year of the comet, the hearse from Progress in Order, the sleepwalking limousine of the first century of peace, all in good shape under the dusty cobwebs and all painted with the colors of the flag.

“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

The 1983 movie based on the short story: The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Eréndira and Her Heartless Grandmother, Directed by Ruy Guerra, starring Irene Papas and Claudia Ohana.

In the next courtyard, behind an iron grille, were the lunar-dust-covered rosebushes under which the lepers had slept during the great days of the house, and they had proliferated to such a degree in their abandonment that there was scarcely an odorless chink in that atmosphere of roses which mingled with the stench that came to us from the rear of the garden and the stink of the henhouse and the smell of dung and fermented urine from the cows and soldiers of the colonial basilica that had been converted into a milking barn. Opening a way through the asphyxiating growth we saw the arches of the gallery with potted carnations and sprigs of astromeda and pansies where the concubines’ quarters had been, and judging from the variety of domestic leftovers and the quantity of sewing machines we thought it possible that more than a thousand women had lived there with their crew of seven-month runts, we saw the battlefield disorder of the kitchens, clothes rotting in the sun by the washbasins, the open slit trench shared by concubines and soldiers, and in back we saw the Babylonian willows that had been carried alive from Asia Minor in great seagoing hothouses, with their own soil, their sap, and their drizzle, and behind the willows we saw Government House, immense and sad, where the vultures were still entering through the chipped blinds.

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We did not have to knock down the door, as we had thought, for the main door seemed to open by itself with just the push of a voice, so we went up to the main floor along a bare stone stairway where the opera-house carpeting had been torn by the hooves of the cows, and from the first vestibule on down to the private bedrooms we saw the ruined offices and reception rooms through which the brazen cows wandered, eating the velvet curtains and nibbling at the trim on the chairs, we saw heroic portraits of saints and soldiers thrown to the floor among broken furniture and fresh cow flops, we saw a dining room that had been eaten up by the cows, the music room profaned by the cows’ breakage, the domino tables destroyed, and the felt on the billiard tables cropped by the cows.

“He really had been through death, but he had returned because he could not bear the solitude.”
— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

Abandoned in a corner we saw the wind machine, the one which counterfeited any phenomenon from the four points of the compass, so that the people in the house could bear up under their nostalgia for the sea that had gone away, we saw birdcages hanging everywhere, still covered with the sleeping cloths put on some night the week before, and through the numerous windows we saw the broad and sleeping animal that was the city, still innocent of the historic Monday that was beginning to come to life, and beyond the city, up to the horizon, we saw the dead craters of harsh moon ash on the endless plain where the sea had been.

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Colombia, magical realism, Garcia Marquez
“Why is the originality so readily granted us in literature so mistrustfully denied us in our different attempts at social change? Why think that the social justice sought by progressive Europeans for their own countries cannot also be a goal for Latin America, with different methods for dissimilar conditions?” — Gabriel Garcia Marquez, accepting the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1982. Painting, “Autumn of a Patriarch” By Ruth Tesmar

In that forbidden corner which only a few people of privilege had ever come to know, we smelled the vultures’ carnage for the first time, we caught their age-old asthma, their premonitory instinct, and guiding ourselves by the foul smell from their flapping wings in the reception room we found the wormy shells of the cows, their female hindquarters repeated many times in the full-length mirrors, and then we pushed open a side door that connected with an office hidden in the wall, and there we saw him, in his denim uniform without insignia, in his boots, the gold spur on his left heel, older than all old men and all old animals on land or sea, and he was stretched out on the floor, face down, his right arm bent under his head as a pillow, as he had slept night after night every night of his ever so long life as a solitary despot.

From the novel which is excerpted as a short story. To read the full short story, click here.

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Garcia Marquez uses a poetic form in his parable “THE INCREDIBLE AND MELANCHOLY STORY OF ERENDIRA AND HER HEARTLESS GRANDMOTHER,” reaching back into the past to compose a poetic legend about the subjugation and liberation of the peoples of Latin America. The mode of existence forced on the title figure, Eréndira, reveals basic historical experiences fundamental to the past of Latin America; slavery, rape, exploitation and the vision of Utopia based on a leap into the future which is to destroy the misery.

The heroine is incapable of escaping from her grandmother’s despotism with her own strength. Abused as a serving-girl, sold to men and forced into prostitution, she remains a helpless, unwilling victim of the power of the past, as symbolized by the grandmother. Until one day she is liberated by Ulysses, a youth whose figure expresses the changing times, who disposes of the remnants of the past by force. But the heroine rejects the courtship of her liberator on favor of the urge for freedom common to individuals and nations that refuse any rulers at all. The cinema adaptation of the literary work has been performed by the Brazilian director Ruy Guerra. (Stuttgarter Zeitung)

Updated 8 March 2023

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