one after the other the set pieces roll by. Urbino meets Florentino, as a cyclone passes by and wrecks half the town (the latter mentioned in passing in one sentence). Florentino has a realisation of the heart that they share the same obsession. I could go on, listing the events, more sparsely of course than Marquez does. The weird winning of the Golden Orchid poetry prize by Chinese person, immigrants to the Caribbean looked down upon as all newest immigrants are, by everybody else. Fermina gives the prize, reads the sonnet So what, so what. Then the bizarre. Florentino's new relationship with the woman who has to suck on a babies dummy to come. There's humour in the cat who scratches and bites at them as they topple on it in their first feverish bout of attempted sex - but I missed it entirely in terms of any humour that is. I just thought back as I wrote this, and thought, well that's supposed to be funny isn't it? Can't even crack a smile now.
This is the point at which I would usually give up on such a book - maybe speed read it to the end to see if it improves, but since I'm writing a blog about it I would like to finish that more than the book. Somehow they both have to go to completion, and then I can get on to reading some Nabakov.
The there is the spell checker. Google tells me that American english is all I've got :
American English:
Google Chrome is displayed in this language
This language is used for spell checking
English English, however:
Google Chrome cannot be displayed in this language
This language cannot be used for spell checking
Great. I can realize but I can't realise.
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