Tuesday, January 02, 2007

The Fragrance of Guava

The Fragrance of Guava is a collection of ‘conversations’ between Gabriel García Márquez and Plinio Apuleyo Mendoza, first published in 1982 when Márquez was about fifty (after One Hundred Years of Solitude had won him universal recognition but before he was awarded the Nobel Prize). He discusses many things from his life up to that point: his almost superstitious need to have yellow flowers, preferably roses, on his desk when he is writing; the numerous hours he spent alone as a young man reading poetry as he was carried around the city on public trams, until it became too dark for him to read any more; his political views and relationships with political figures such as Castro.

For me, however, the most fascinating elements of the discussions were those that centred around his love for women and his love for his craft. As an incurable romantic, I was touched by his confession that “All through my life there has always been a woman to take me by the hand and lead me through the confusion of existence, which women understand better than men…I think nothing awful can happen to me if I’m with women. They make me feel secure Without this security I couldn’t have done half the worthwhile things I’ve done in my life…”. He also made some quite humourous remarks about feminists, but only because they were true observations.

Márquez’ comments on his literary influences and the authors/works he admired and disliked made me think about the relationship between a work of literature and myself as a reader. At times, I am very aware that I am not reading analytically enough and am therefore missing out on subtleties and nuances in a novel or short story which would probably have contributed to my understanding and/or enjoyment of the way the book has been composed. On the other hand, I am not a re-reader. And I have to ask, is it possible for a reader to extract in one attempt even a tenth of what an author has put into a work? And how much should we attempt to do so? There is always the additional danger of over-analysing and reading into a body of text something which the author had not put in there; Márquez cites an example where he laid what amounts to a booby trap for the critics, by giving a central character the collected works of a certain author to read. The critics then emphasised the influence of said author on Márquez’ work when in fact, Márquez had never read that particular author himself. It is hard to gauge how superficially I tend to read things, but I’m not sure that it matters especially. There are a lot of rather pretentious essays on the internet pontificating on the finer points of being a ‘good’ reader, but all I can conclude after having abandoned several of them in disgust is that one can enjoy a good book without being aware of every literary technique deployed by an author in creating a certain atmosphere or character, every subsidiary theme, the agony that underlay the choice of each adjective. Perhaps it is true that those who write themselves find a deeper appreciation in reading the finely tuned works of the great authors; but the heights of literary analysis aren’t something each individual reader should strive for. (Having said that, I’m sure that I’ll be paying closer attention to the next novel I pick up. But that’s ok; if Márquex can be susceptible to double standards, so can I!)

My only complaint about The Fragrance of Guava is that although it purports to be conversations between two friends, it reads as a somewhat stilted series of interviews which seem to follow predetermined questions and as a consequence, I found myself wondering what Márquez might have discussed had a conversation been permitted to run a more natural course. What digressions might have been made? What more would Márquez have revealed about the workings of his mind? Despite that, reading this book was an experience I didn’t want to end. I don’t know if it is simply that Spanish translates into English extraordinarily well, or if the best authors writing in Spanish have a naturally fluid and almost poetic manner of speech, but I derive a lot of pleasure from Márquez’ linguistic expression, both in prose and in conversation.

12 comments:

verbivore said...

This sounds like a very interesting read about one of my favorite writers - thank you for pointing it out. I'll have to see about getting a copy from the library here.

Marg said...

I haven't heard of this before - I have added it to my list. Thanks

Iliana said...

Must.Add.to.List! I hadn't heard of this book but being that I love several of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's novels I have to look into this. I don't re-read either but I know that now I'm reading for enjoyment. So maybe I'm not one of those "good readers" but I'm okay with that :)

Heather said...

I enjoyed reading your thoughts on this book and I really want to read it now!

Danielle said...

I don't think I read as critically as I would like to either. It depends on the book--if I know it is something I will discuss in a group or a classic, I try and find other info about it. If it is just for me, for entertainment I tend to just breeze through. This sounds like an interesting book!

Booklogged said...

Sounds very interesting. I've been afraid to read Marquez, but you make this book sound so intriguing that I may rethink my fear.

Imani said...

This was a great post. I've worried about how superficially I am reading a novel too, especially if its grandeur--as put forth by many others--eludes me. Something similar is happening with my reading of My Name is Red: I feel as if I'm reading it in a haze with only minute significances making it through. And since I actually enjoy some literary criticism it makes my concern more acute.

Oh well. This doesn't prevent me from finding and enjoying good books neither does it stop you!

Lotus Reads said...

Wow, the title of this book is tantalizing and the content sounds so interesting,I really would like to add it to my list, thanks for bringing it to our attention!

I love how you said reading this book was an experience you didn’t want to end - I love it when books make me feel that way!

The Traveller said...

Good to know I'm not alone in my reading concerns! And Lotus, the title is tantalising - I actually bought some guava yesterday because I couldn't stop thinking about guava...

Lotus Reads said...

hahahaha,oh, I know compelling that can be. I have been known to drag hubby on long drives (2 hours and over) sometimes, just to taste or see something I may have read of in a book! Glad you got some guava, was it good? I grew up among guava trees, but haven't been able to find really good guava here (Toronto).

Unknown said...

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Continue the good work!
Best Regards. Marie Pierre

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