Review: Gabriel García Márquez’s “Love in the Time of Cholera”
by Miles Raymer
This is the third novel I’ve read by Gabriel García Márquez, and I won’t be surprised if it turns out to be the last. Love in the Time of Cholera is a beautifully-written book packed with a wealth of vibrant symbolism, but its thematic and interpersonal qualities are unmistakably corrupt.
Márquez’s prose––expertly enlivened by Edith Grossman’s translation––is the obvious reason why Love in the Time of Cholera should be considered an important literary achievement. The book’s long chapters unfurl in a discursive, time-traveling stream of consciousness that requires a huge amount of concentration but offers rich rewards to the careful reader. Here’s just one of many notable gems:
Life in the world, which had caused her so much uncertainty before she was familiar with it, was nothing more than a system of atavistic contracts, banal ceremonies, preordained words, with which people entertained each other in society in order not to commit murder. The dominant sign in that paradise of provincial frivolity was fear of the unknown. (211)
The “she” here is Fermina Daza, a woman who is both the carnal and symbolic heart of the novel. A beautiful young woman brought up in a late 19th-century Caribbean port, Fermina Daza is sought after by two very different men: Florentino Ariza and Dr. Juvenal Urbino. These men, as Márquez puts it, “were victims of the same fate and shared the hazards of a common passion; they were two animals yoked together” (191). While Florentino Ariza is a poetic symbol of the romantic era, Dr. Juvenal Urbino is a champion of scientific rationality and the “progress” of industrialization. Both characters are drawn with compassionate precision, though I wish Márquez had fleshed out Urbino a bit more and spent less time on Ariza.
The symbolic layers of Fermina Daza are more difficult to peel away. Sometimes I felt that she was an avatar for the entire planet, a gorgeous and enigmatic pulse of life utterly unmoved by the desires of humankind. Other times she appeared to be a testament to male ineptitude and ignorance, an incarnation of the zero-sum illusion that there’s not enough love and happiness in the world for each man to find his own. By novel’s end, sadly, she began to represent not a defiance of male idiocy but merely an exhausted conduit through which its decrepit final gasps might be sustained.
This brings us to Love in the Time of Cholera‘s shortcomings, which are significant and damning. As I’ve come to expect from Márquez, the novel is replete with sexism. Toxic gender relations are less pronounced early on, but become more problematic as the story develops. There are also many instances of racism that contemporary readers will find distasteful. In one sense, these are merely accurate depictions of views that were commonplace more than a century ago, but “great” literature is supposed to age well, and this simply hasn’t.
There’s lots of sex and infatuation in this novel, but very little cholera and even less love. Márquez’s conceptualizations of love, though wrapped in beguiling language, are so hyper-focused on bodies and sex acts that one wonders if the author has any idea of love that transcends physical desire. What Márquez calls “love” I would recognize as childish obsession at best, and he uses the word to describe not just all kinds of consensual sex but also instances of sexual assault and child molestation.
Without a doubt, the novel’s most repellent feature is its main character, Florentino Ariza. He starts out as a pitiable boy unable to recover from his first encounter with heartbreak, but then develops into an emotionally-stunted asshole whose “chronic romanticism” and constant philandering become first tiresome and then depraved (325). He sleeps with scores of women in a futile effort to erase the disappointment of Fermina Daza’s rejection, fumbling his way into old age without a hint of genuine growth, acceptance, or grace.
Worst of all, Florentino Ariza manages to win Fermina Daza back in the end, which simultaneously undermines her symbolic autonomy and seems to excuse (or at least downplay) his utter lack of maturity. Had Fermina Daza repudiated him one last time, I would have loved this book dearly. But instead I saw Love in the Time of Cholera for what it is: a pretty relic that, while offering a unique window into humanity’s past, will find itself less and less at home in our future.
Rating: 4/10
Yikes! Gabe must be rolling in his grave. I do admire that you have the audacity to pan some of the greatest writers of all time. Nicely played, i can’t argue with your observations, especially regarding the ending, Your statement “… she began to represent not a defiance of male idiocy but merely an exhausted conduit through which its decrepit final gasps might be sustained,” is a pretty accurate and scathing indictment of the conclusion. I did like the prose, but i read it 35 years or so ago.
Thanks for the comment! Although I like to think I’d manage to be honest about my literary opinions in any context, I must admit that my temerity is largely derived from the blessed fact that hardly anyone reads my reviews. So, I can just say exactly what I think and usually don’t have to worry about pissing anyone off! 🙂
Wait….pissing people off is half the fun, isn’t it???? (Or were you raised by someone OTHER than your father)?
Tee hee…..
Seriously, I too found the review to possess your usual insightful and thoughtful analysis and prose. Though, like T, it’s been a VERY long time since I last read ANY Marquez. He was a favorite author of my 3rd decade of life (so long ago, though not as long ago as it is for T), and I’m intrigued to go back and reread him again….though perhaps I’ll skip Cholera and go to what was always my favorite — A Hundred Years of Solitude.
Thanks for the comment, Jim! I read Solitude years ago but don’t think I was ready for it. Not sure how I’d react if I revisited it now, but I think it’ll be a while before I’m willing to dive down any Márquez rabbit holes.
Sending love to you and the family from Humboldt!
man, context.
Hello Miles! I have just come across your review blog because honestly I felt the exact same way you did when I finished the book but couldn’t for the life of me find someone who shared the same opinions lol. It’s not that I was looking for someone to validate me and not think about it from other point of view but to see if someone else felt off about it.
The book spent so much time trying to let us know that the characters were flawed people (and I appreciate it) while also smoothing over things such as sexism, racism, sexual assault and overall shitty characters (as in their personalities and actions) that get what they wanted in the end (Florentino) and that left a really bad taste in my mouth. Overall I don’t think it has aged well at all and didn’t use Fermina’s character to its fullest because the book was too busy trying to make it sympathize with Florentino.
I don’t know if you got what I was trying to get at there as I don’t leave comments anywhere lol but I also wonder if I’m just reading too much into those themes specifically because I’m female and fairly young (21) and if I would see it on a different light when I’m older.
Anyways, long rant aside, great review! And hope to read more of them in the future
Hi Shakira! Thanks so much for this generous and thoughtful comment. I think you articulated yourself very well, and I’m glad that my review resonated with you. If you want to get a notification each time I post something new, you can subscribe to my newsletter using this link: https://tinyletter.com/words-and-dirt
Take care and thanks again for reading my review and reaching out to share your perspective! 🙂
Just finished this book and somehow wasn’t really happy about the way the book aged. So I came onto internet to see what other people think about it!
And this review was so close to what I felt about the book!
I too wish we could have read more of Urbino but ended up getting more Florentine.
Hi Ketaki! Thanks very much for reading my review and leaving this comment. I’m glad that my experience with the book was similar to yours! 🙂
This book I believe will stand the test of time, it is always in any top 100 novels list since the second world war. To give it only 4/10 is appalling and does not do it justice. Yes the characters are flawed as people but I think that this has blinded you. The prose is some of the best you will find anywhere, almost every sentence is worth chewing over and savouring. That alone to me makes a great piece of literature. More favourable critics give this importance.
Like a previous person said in their comment I’ve come online to see what people thought of this book , having just finished it and wondering whether I’m missing something by being a bit troubled about it ! I agree with so much of your review, Mike. I enjoyed the language and the cleverness, the descriptions, the setting , the background etc but kept wondering about GGM’s perception of ‘love’ just being about sex . I felt the female characters were there just to gratify the men. I was particularly disturbed about the child character America Vicuña and the positive way Florentino’s abuse of her was described . I found that so hard to read! I agree that the sexism, racism and paedophilia in the book damage an otherwise potentially interesting read!
Thanks Sue for reading my review and leaving this comment! I’m glad my perspective resonated with yours. 🙂
Spot on Miles, thanks for this honest and frank review that articulates well why I am deeply troubled by this book.
Thanks Dan for reading my review and leaving this comment! I’m glad that my point of view seems to have been validating for you. 🙂
I can’t say how grateful I am for your review. I finished the book yesterday afternoon and have been steaming about it ever since, even to the point of having my sleep interrupted! In fact, I put a post it note into the sleeve of the book before returning it to the library saying pretty much the same thing you said, only much more briefly. Thank you so much. I can sleep again tonight.
Hi Zelda! Thanks very much for reading my review and leaving this appreciative comment. I’m really glad that my critiques helped to validate your response to this book. Take care and hoping your next book well be a more rewarding and positive experience. 🙂
I completely agree with you. Everyone recommended me this book and I was eager to start it. I could not have been more disappointed. Romanticizing racism, rape and child molesting. In the end, I just couldn’t sympathize with any of the characters. Florentine ends up being a disgusting man, obsessed with a woman who didn’t even think about him. I found it disgraceful how the books seem to be written from the perspective of a man who would not take a “no” for an answer.
Hi Gaby and thanks for your comment! I agree that the book seems to valorize the persistence of men who won’t quit pursuing a woman despite overwhelming evidence that she is not interested. Not a very suitable message for today’s readers, unfortunately.
Good review. I was reading a short story by the same author recently (“The Trail of Your Blood in the Snow”). Same problem: beautiful prose interrupted by a ridiculous, extreme sexual situation that seemed completely unnecessary. Like listening to an old man recount his pornographic fantasies to amuse his friends. Tiresome at best.
That said, despite the depiction of a bizarre attempted rape, which the author somehow felt compelled to include, “The Trail of Your Blood in the Snow” is a good short story overall. It reminded me a little of the ending of Ernest Hemingway’s “A Farewell to Arms.”
Completely agree with the distasteful feeling this book leaves you with. I came to it with high hopes, having heard it was his best book. I think possibly a case of the narrative themes and characterisation not standing the test of time. The exist attitudes, the misogyny, the male fantasising at the expense of women, (shared by Marques himself?) leave a very unpleasant taste in the mouth, despite his undoubtedly very impressive style and attention to imaginative detail. Worst of all though, it just seemed so irrelevant and boring with nothing of any interest to say other than a little social comment about the constant fighting in the contemporary Caribbean society. Definitely nothing interesting to say about love as I understand it, just self-gratifying infatuation and sexual obsession.
I agree completely with past comments. A South American friend said I had to read it. She said it was GGM at his best. I was really surprised by the actions of the „hero“; it has disturbed me too to the point of searching the internet until I found these posts! Thank you for this forum.
I have been wrestling with the ending; while it is impossible to just „put aside“ the sexual depravity of the main character, I would be interested in a discussion of GGM‘s ending of the novel. How do others interpret his choice of closing his opus?
Your review is balanced .At present I am about to finish reading it .I found the main characters interesting, unusual and sex descriptions quite engaging in the context of the plot.The difficulty for me was remembering the names of charcters, their genders and the geography of locations.