![]() ![]() I found an old Avon paperback in Chapter II, the same little used bookstore in Forest Grove (now long gone) where, browsing in the fall, I had found Portnoy’s Complaint and Ragtime and embarked on reading odysseys through Philip Roth and E.L. Preferably, from the tone of his voice, think it brilliant. I needed to find this book and read it and like it. ![]() “If they don’t like it, I can’t listen to them anymore.” As one of my oldest and closest friends, this seemed like a direct challenge. “It’s my new barometer for people,” he said. He wanted to read Cien años de soledad, the original Spanish language version of One Hundred Years of Solitude. My friend Jake had been taking more Spanish classes and I asked him why. ![]() It was the spring of my junior year of college when I first heard of him. “Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.” ( One Hundred Years of Solitude) The Avon / Bard mass market editions of the first several García Márquez books. ![]()
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