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March 6 - Gabriel García Márquez
Bio:  Born on March 6, 1928, writer Gabriel García Márquez grew up listening to family tales. After college, he became a journalist. His work introduced readers to magical realism, which combines fact and fantasy. His novels Cien años de soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude) and El amor en los tiempos del cólera (Love in the Time of Cholera) have drawn worldwide audiences. He won a Nobel Prize in 1982. [2]
Anecdotes:
The highly political Marquez has long been a friend of Cuban president Fidel Castro. [3]
He claims that he wrote the book “One Hundred Years of Solitude” barricaded in his study in Mexico, after receiving a vision. One day, while he and his wife and children were in their car driving to Acapulco, he saw that he “had to tell [his] story the way his grandmother used to tell hers, and that [he] was to start from that afternoon in which a father took his child to discover ice.” He made an abrupt U-turn on the highway, the car never made it to Acapulco, and he locked himself in his study. Fifteen months later, he emerged with the manuscript, only to meet his wife holding a stack of bills. They traded papers, and she put the manuscript in the mail to his publisher. [4]
He has a yellow rose or tulip on his writing desk each day. [5]
When he was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer, he gamely declared to the world that the disease was an “enormous stroke of luck” because it finally forced him to write his memoirs. [6]
Final sentences:






‘Forever,’ he said.

from Love in the Time of Cholera (translated by Edith Grossman)











[He stumbled on the last step, but he got up at once. “He even took care to brush off the dirt that was stuck to his guts,” my Aunt Wene told me.] Then he went into his house through the back door that had been open since six and fell on his face in the kitchen.

from Chronicle of a Death Foretold











[And she, with a sad smile—which was already a smile of surrender to the impossible, the unreachable—said: “Yet you won’t remember anything during the day.” And she put her hands back over the lamp, her features darkened by a bitter cloud.] “You’re the only man who doesn’t remember anything of what he’s dreamed after he wakes up.

from Eyes of a Blue Dog (short story)

Only then did she understand that three thousand years had passed since the day she had had a desire to eat the first orange.

from Eva is Inside Her Cat (short story)

Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

from One Hundred Years of Solitude





Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

RIP Gabriel García Márquez

the-final-sentence:

the-final-sentence:

March 6 - Gabriel García Márquez

Bio:  Born on March 6, 1928, writer Gabriel García Márquez grew up listening to family tales. After college, he became a journalist. His work introduced readers to magical realism, which combines fact and fantasy. His novels Cien años de soledad (One Hundred Years of Solitude) and El amor en los tiempos del cólera (Love in the Time of Cholera) have drawn worldwide audiences. He won a Nobel Prize in 1982. [2]

Anecdotes:

  • The highly political Marquez has long been a friend of Cuban president Fidel Castro. [3]
  • He claims that he wrote the book “One Hundred Years of Solitude” barricaded in his study in Mexico, after receiving a vision. One day, while he and his wife and children were in their car driving to Acapulco, he saw that he “had to tell [his] story the way his grandmother used to tell hers, and that [he] was to start from that afternoon in which a father took his child to discover ice.” He made an abrupt U-turn on the highway, the car never made it to Acapulco, and he locked himself in his study. Fifteen months later, he emerged with the manuscript, only to meet his wife holding a stack of bills. They traded papers, and she put the manuscript in the mail to his publisher. [4]
  • He has a yellow rose or tulip on his writing desk each day. [5]
  • When he was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer, he gamely declared to the world that the disease was an “enormous stroke of luck” because it finally forced him to write his memoirs. [6]

Final sentences:

‘Forever,’ he said.

from Love in the Time of Cholera (translated by Edith Grossman)

[He stumbled on the last step, but he got up at once. “He even took care to brush off the dirt that was stuck to his guts,” my Aunt Wene told me.] Then he went into his house through the back door that had been open since six and fell on his face in the kitchen.

from Chronicle of a Death Foretold

[And she, with a sad smile—which was already a smile of surrender to the impossible, the unreachable—said: “Yet you won’t remember anything during the day.” And she put her hands back over the lamp, her features darkened by a bitter cloud.] “You’re the only man who doesn’t remember anything of what he’s dreamed after he wakes up.

from Eyes of a Blue Dog (short story)

Only then did she understand that three thousand years had passed since the day she had had a desire to eat the first orange.

from Eva is Inside Her Cat (short story)

Before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave that room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

from One Hundred Years of Solitude

Sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

RIP Gabriel García Márquez

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braiker:

this note went out from the principal of PS 321 in Park Slope. not my kids’ school, but i am so goddamn down with this message. my 3rd grader had her tests this week — no 8 year old should be this stressed out over a wholly irrelevant reading comp test. 

braiker:

this note went out from the principal of PS 321 in Park Slope. not my kids’ school, but i am so goddamn down with this message. my 3rd grader had her tests this week — no 8 year old should be this stressed out over a wholly irrelevant reading comp test. 

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Happy 140th Birthday, Robert Frost!
Today, celebrate the works of beloved American poet Robert Frost on what would have been his 140th birthday!
Highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech, the four-time Pulitzer Prize winner is perhaps best known for his most popular poem, “The Road Not Taken,” published in 1916.
Also a recipient of the Congressional Gold Medal, Frost is the author of over 80 poems including “Mending Wall,” “Paul’s Wife,” and “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”.
Head to your nearest NYPL branch to learn more about one of history’s most celebrated poets today!

nypl:

Happy 140th Birthday, Robert Frost!

Today, celebrate the works of beloved American poet Robert Frost on what would have been his 140th birthday!

Highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech, the four-time Pulitzer Prize winner is perhaps best known for his most popular poem, “The Road Not Taken,” published in 1916.

Also a recipient of the Congressional Gold Medal, Frost is the author of over 80 poems including “Mending Wall,” “Paul’s Wife,” and “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”.

Head to your nearest NYPL branch to learn more about one of history’s most celebrated poets today!

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Giant Barbie Wave (by Annette Thas) 

Towering over 9 feet above the surface of Cottesloe Beach’s pristine sand in Perth, Australia, is the monumental sculptural installation by Belgian artist Annette Thas‘Wave 1′, created for the 2014 Sculpture by the Sea, is intricately crafted from over 3,000 barbie dolls, collected from various second-hand shops — a symbol of the personal stories of every doll’s former owner. Inspired by her own childhood memories and emotional reminders of her youth, Thas wanted to find a way to universally represent the precious and short period of time through the piece.

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Jim Henson and Bert, c.1971. Photo by Ted Neuhoff
©2007 The Jim Henson Company. All Rights Reserved.
Jim Henson held off the Nothing better than just about anyone ever

maudelynn:

Jim Henson and Bert, c.1971. Photo by Ted Neuhoff

©2007 The Jim Henson Company. All Rights Reserved.

Jim Henson held off the Nothing better than just about anyone ever

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