On reading Love in a Time of Cholera.

Day 1
I have started to read Love in Time of Cholera, another attempt to read Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and so far it's not looking so good. The slow paced narrative of the doctor who still rides in a carriage, the woman with the rose behind her ear, the parrot that is, in a manner of speaking, as that's where I have paused in my reading, still free at the top of the mango tree, none of them are enthralling me. The writing is detailed without being dense, and is permeated with death, just as the city he described is sodden with sewage in the rains, and choked with dust in the summer. I do not want to ponder these slow deaths in foreign climes, it's like reading Conrad, but in a bad translation. But I will read on, there is just enough to keep me going, and i have decided to record what goes on as I read, draw a map of where I am led, perhaps not in Borges sense of a map that covers the city, because i don't have the stamina to write word for word along side Marquez's long sentences, no this will be a topographical map in words like a cheap city guide that you might purchase from a machine in a tourist area, for a few coins. And just like those maps, that illustrate what the tourist board want you to see, so this will only tell what I want you to see, and it will be partial, biased, willful, moody, based on the feelings of the day.