What he glorified as love seems to me as nothing more than an obsession, a perverted kind of obsession that lasts all life. So Florentino Ariza has to endure the curse of love and all its flu like symptoms for about fifty three years when finally a widowed and lonely Fermina Daza gives in to what she never thought possible.
Our mainstay, Florentino would, after his first agonizing heartbreak, for the next fifty years use sex as a coping mechanism and fuck every department of womankind including the widows and the sweet sixteen year old's. He would however prefer the skinny inconspicuous lot of them who turn out to be most of the times as per his calculations astonishingly exceptional in bed.
My heart has more rooms than a whorehouse, says a dejected Florentino Ariza.
And if I could, I would ask Florentino Ariza only this... How many?
'Book Devourer' says D. Lets see what I was able to tick off my list this summer.
- White Teeth - Zadie Smith
- The Autograph Man - Zadie Smith
- Flesh and Blood - Michael Cunningham
- The Brief and Wondrous life of Oscar Wao - Junot Diaz
- Still here - Linda Grant
- McSweeney's Collection Volume 1
- Who's Afraid of Virignia Woolf
- Barney's Version - Mordecai Richler
- Granta 96 The best of young British Novelists
- Love in the time of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez