“Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love.” – Thoughts on Memories of My Melancholy Whores by Gabriel Garcia Marquez (translated from Spanish by Edith Grossman)

I cannot claim to have wholly appreciated Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s posthumous work, Memories of My Melancholy Whores, simply because, at twenty, I am too young to appreciate his character’s life’s longevity as well as his having never fallen in love. Heck, I can’t even pretend to know the difference between mere sex and passionate love-making. But Marquez writes with such a passion that it reaches out to you and makes you feel it too, and for that alone my romantic self swoons.