Collected Stories

ISBN: 0060932686
ISBN 13: 9780060932688
By: Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez Gregory Rabassa J.S. Bernstein

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Collected here are twenty-six of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's most brilliant and enchanting short stories, presented in the chronological order of their publication in Spanish from three volumes: Eyes of a Blue Dog, Big Mama's Funeral, and The Incredible and Sad Tale of lnnocent Eréndira and Her Heartless Grandmother. Combining mysticism, history, and humor, the stories in this collection span more than two decades, illuminating the development of Marquez's prose and exhibiting the themes of family, poverty, and death that resound throughout his fiction."Infinitely compelling....In all these stories, however surreal, there are moments of sudden, unexpected beauty."--Jan Morris, The Independent"Tiny masterpieces....Garcí­a Márquez's wonderful world is joyful."--Alberto Manguel, Globe and Mail

Reader's Thoughts

Matt

All in all, this is a fairly uneven collection. The early works are clearly weaker and some are in fact hard to read. That being said, reading this is second only to Garcia Marquez's autobiography when it comes to witnessing the evolution of a writer. It was great not only to see the origins of Macondo but also the rounding out of the mythology, from the Thief shot by Rebeca to Big Mama's Funeral and beyond. "Innocent Erendira and Her Heartless Grandmother" may be one of the best short stories I have read, both in the richness of material and the completeness of the story. All in all, there's some disappointment in the book, but by the end, I loved every letter.

Ayman Zaaqoq

عندما تقرأ لأديب عملاق مثل ماركيز فإن سقف طموحاتك يطاول السماء، لكنك تكون مهموما بعوامل أخرى كالترجمة، خصوصا وأن الروايات المكتوبة بغير الانجليزية لا تكون عادة مترجمة إلى العربية من لغتها الأم، وإنما تكون مترجمة من ترجمات أخرى وسيطة كالانجليزية و الفرنسية.لكن هذا الكتاب مختلف، فقد اجتمعت فيه الترجمة الجيدة جدا - المباشرة و الأدبية - للمنوفي مع الأدب الأصيل الذهبي لماركيز مع غلاف جميل للفنانة فاطمة العرارجي، بالإضافة إلى طباعة جيدة و سعر زهيد للغاية.الكتاب يضم اثنتا عشرة قصة قصيرة من الناحية الفنية، لكن كل قصة منها هي عصارة تجربة غنية و فكرة مذهلة. والرائع في أعمال ماركيز أنها في منتهى البساطة الشكلية – سهلة التناول و مشوقة – لكنها دسمة المعنى، فتشعر أن وراء كل قطعة معان مختلفة، فتعيد قراءتها مرارا بنفس المتعة و الدهشة الأولتين. ويتسم أسلوب ماركيز في هذه المجموعة بالسخرية اللاذعة، التي قد تدفعك للابتسام ووجهك مبلل بدموع المأساة المروية، وهذا جانب آخر من جوانب عظمته.بهرتني ثلاث قصص تستحق النجوم الخمس: "جنازة الأم الكبرى" التي تصور مشاكل العالم الثالث المقموع و المقهور، "إيرينديرا وجدتها القاسية" التي تصور إذلال الإنسان المفزع للإنسان و ما يتبعه، "رحلة طيبة يا سيدي الرئيس" التي تظهر أن ضعف الإنسان واحد مهما علا شأنه.يلي ذلك ثلاث قصص قيمتها بأربع نجمات: "قيلولة الثلاثاء"، "الموت الدائم قيما وراء الحب"، "جئت لأتصل بالتليفون فقط".كتاب جميل يستحق القراءة.

Tracey

I felt like revisiting my Latin-American lit collection (former Spanish Ed major), so I pulled Collected stories off the bookshelf. (the English version - I've been too long away from my studies to tackle the original Spanish).Gabriel Garcia Marquez is one of the best known writers of magical realism - where fantasy mixes with mundane reality until you're not sure which is which -- making the stories dense with layers of meaning. Not exactly something to read over breakfast, but I did anyways. I found the later stories both easier to read and more engaging, although "The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Erendira" is still difficult, due to its subject matter.Recommended to those interested in Hispanic literature, and wanting to take it on in small doses. I think I'm going to count this as my Classic/Literature for the month.

Hany Adieb

قصص قصيرة متنوعة .. من مجموعات كتبها غبريال جارسيا ماركيز .. هو له من الاسلوب العميق .. و السرد الفني المبدع ، تناول فيه مسائل مثل الحياة و الموت ، و التدين الزائف ..

Alexander Veee

"The angel was the only one who took no part in his own act... His only supernatural virtue seemed to be patience. Especially during the first days, when the hens pecked at him, searching for the stellar parasites that proliferated in his wings, and the cripples pulled out feathers to touch their defective parts with, and even the most merciful threw stones at him, trying to get him to rise so they could see him standing. The only time they succeeded in arousing him was when they burned his side with an iron for branding steers, for he had been motionless for so many hours that they thought he was dead. He awoke with a start, ranting in his hermetic language and with tears in his eyes, and he flapped his wings a couple of times, which brought on a whirlwind of chicken dung and lunar dust and a gale of panic that did not seem to be of this world. Although many thought that his reaction had been one not of rage but of pain, from then on they were careful not to annoy him, because the majority understood that his passivity was not that of a hero taking his ease but that of a cataclysm in repose."

Shaun

Overall this was an interesting read especially since I'm a fan of Marquez and relished seeing the evolution of his writing over time. Though Marquez's voice was strong in the early stories, I'm not sure these more abstract attempts at magical realism represent his best work, though I suspect they served as a basis for his future writings and were a necessary step in his development as a writer. As a result, the first several stories weren't what I expected, yet still worth reading if only for the beautiful use of language and imagery. The last half of the book is much more in line with some other works that I've read and enjoyed, including Of Love and Other Demons and Memories of My Melancholy Whores.Some of the best stories in this compilation of short stories included: The Woman Who Came at Six O'Clock, There Are No Thieves in the Town, The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World, Blackman the Good, Vendor of Miracles, and The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Erendira and Her Heartless Grandmother.Marquez is a genius at creating images using unexpected and odd pairings often mixing the senses to give the reader a fresh experience. For example in Night of the Curlews he writes: We caught the smell of sad women sitting and waiting. We felt the prolonged emptiness of the hall before us while we walked toward the door, before the other smell came out to greet us, the sour smell of the woman sitting by the door.From the Monologue of Isabel Watching It Rain in Macondo:At dawn on Thursday the smells stopped, the sense of distance was lost. The notion of time, upset since the day before, disappeared completely. The there was no Thursday. What should have been Thursday was a physical, jellylike thing that could have been parted with the hands in order to look into Friday.A final example from Tuesday Siesta:"God's will is inscrutable," said the Father.But he said it without much conviction, partly because experience had made him a little skeptical and partly because of the heat.Marquez is also a master at describing his characters in a way that makes them come to life on the page and represents the antithesis of cliche.From Balthazar's Marvelous Afternoon:He had two weeks' growth, short, hard and bristly hair like the mane of a mule, and the general expression of a frightened boy. But it was a false impression.AndHe was smoothly and delicately fat, like a woman who had been beautiful in her youth, and he had delicate hands. His voice seemed like that of a priest speaking Latin.From Tuesday Siesta:The woman seemed too old to be her mother, because of the blue veins on her eyelids and her small, soft, and shapeless body, in a dress cut like a cassock. She was riding with her spinal column braced firmly against the back of the seat, and held a peeling patent-leather hand-bag in her lap with both hands. She bore the conscientious serenity of someone accustomed to poverty.Finally and most importantly, his writing is passionate and has a seductive quality. His sex scenes are subtle and soft yet incredibly sexy.From my favorite and last story in the book, The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Erendira: Excerpt contains a spoiler. (view spoiler)[Erendina lay down on the bed but he remained trembling where he was: at the decisive moment his determination had weakened. Erendira took him by the hand to hurry him up and only then did she notice his tribulation. She was familiar with that fear. "Is it the first time?" she asked him.Ulises didn't answer but he smiled in desolation. Erendira became a different person."Breathe slowly," she told him. "That's the way it always is the first time. Afterwards you won't even notice."She laid him down beside here and while she was taking his clothes off she was calming him maternally."What's your name?""Ulises.""That's a gringo name," Erendira said."No, a sailor name."Erendira uncovered his chest, gave a few little orphan kisses and sniffed him."It's like you were made of gold all over, " she said, "But you smell of flowers.""It must be the oranges," Ulises said.Calmer now, he gave a smile of complicity."We carry a lot of birds along to throw people off track," he added, "but what we're doing is smuggling a load of oranges across the border.""Oranges aren't contraband," Erendira said."These are," said Ulises. "Each one is worth fifty thousand pesos."Erendira laughed for the first time in a long while."What I like about you," she said, "is the serious way you make up nonsense."She had become spontaneous and talkative again, as if Ulises' innocence had changed not only her mood but her character. The Grandmother, such a short distance away from misfortune, was still talking in her sleep.She ranted on with great shouts and with a stubborn passion for several hours. But Ulises couldn't hear her because Erendira had loved him so much and so truthfully that she loved him again for half price while her grandmother was raving and kept on loving him for nothing until dawn. 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Ahmed Salah

في هذا الكتاب بعض القصص المتنوعه المجمعه لعديد من الكتاب اصحاب الجنسيات المختلفه ولكن ما يجمعهم هي اللغه الاسبانه الكتاب ممتع جدا وفيه بعض الغموض

Realini

I Sell Dreams by Gabriel Garcia MarquezIt is intriguing to find in a story by the master of Magical Realism real people. Pablo Neruda makes an appearance in this short story, and only that by he dreams something interesting.He dreams about this outlandish woman who…dreams about his future.And to return in full Magical Realism, the woman herself dreams about Neruda and his dream.The irony of this very good story is that the woman who presumably can tell the future dies in the first lines of the story, swept away by a huge wave.Again, I am reminded by a line in Prizzi’s Honour, where Charlie Partana played by an outstanding Jack Nicholson says:- If Marxie Heller's so fucking smart, how come he's so fucking dead”...It is an oxymoron to be a fortune teller and then be killed by a wave, on the shore.On the other hand, Freda, the heroine was Selling Dreams.She stayed in Vienna, where she was dreaming and telling her dreams to a family that paid for her lodgings, meals and this job of telling them what to avoid and when to go out.Freda was in control of that family.Then Pablo Neruda makes an unexpected appearance, as a gluttonous man, presiding over tables and eating lobsters with gusto.This probably goes to prove that the Realism in Magical Realism is alive and kicking. It is actually part of the attraction, at least for this reader.I am not keen on magic which is just plain absurd, that’s probably why I do not fall for the Eugene Ionesco plays.In what concerns Freda’s dreams and her ability, or is it her subconscious’ capacity to tell the future from her dreams and not only that, but insert herself somehow into Neruda’s dream, I believe anything is possible.After reading psychology and research that shows how Magical human capacities are, I am open to find any outlandish story to be true.We are taken in a very short story to Columbia, Havana, and Vienna and then sent to Japan through a tea ceremony metaphor. After Neruda makes his Special Guest Star performance, Borges is mentioned and the passage of the dream of the poet which interacts with Freda’s dream:- This right out of Borges- If he did not write that…- It will be in one of his Labyrinths”It is marvelous how a fabulous writer can include so much in a few pages and reveal his talent in such small pieces. Small, but gems anyhow.I must express my admiration and gratitude to the giant writer for such moments of bliss, but I must confess that it puzzles me to find the other work I read now a bit too linear, I would not dare and say boring in its description of cows defecating in balconies, hens running amok in presidential palace saloons. It may be strange phenomena, all my fault – to become disinterested in the most outrageous happenings and situations. It is a proof though that when one starts reading a book in a style which is shocking, one feels the adrenaline rushing and eyes pop out of sockets.But with time, reading about testicles carried in wheel barrows and scandalous sex does not produce the same chemical reactions in the brain.Not in mine, alas.But it will happen again…Insh’Allah.

Clark

So, first of all, I have been reading this off and on for about three years now and I finally decided about two weeks ago to give it a serious effort from the beginning. This is more than just an interesting collection of stories; it's a document of Marquez's growth as a writer. The first third of the book is frankly pretty terrible. It's filled with failed experiments in which Marquez grows closer to developing his signature magical realism, but these experiments instead come off as ghost stories that get bogged down in maudlin torpor. Then, something clicks. The next two thirds of the book are incredible. Marquez finds his voice and more importantly, he starts to serve the story. The characters go somewhere instead of stagnating in their own ghastliness. The stories themselves are richer and they say something. The three standouts are "A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings", "The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World" and "The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Erendira and Her Heartless Grandmother".

Mary

Terrific writing! By far my favorite read was " The very old man with enormous wings."

Fahad

القصص القصيرة الكاملة يضم هذا الكتاب المجموعات القصصية التالية (عينا كلب أزرق)، (جنازة الأم الكبيرة)، (القصة الحزينة التي لا تصدق لإيرنديرا البريئة وجدتها القاسية) و(اثنتا عشرة قصة قصيرة مهاجرة). افتتحت بهذا الكتاب العام الجديد، كنت آمل أن ماركيز سيمنحني دفعة جميلة، ولكن للأسف تجرعت الكتاب ببطء طيلة الشهر، لا أدري ما الذي حدث؟ هل كان مزاجي لا يتناسب مع الواقعية السحرية هذه الأيام؟ أم أن المجموعة ولأنها كتبت على مدى 34 عاماً جعلها ثقيلة، أرجح هذا الاحتمال، لأني استمتعت بالمجموعتين الأخيرتين أكثر مما فعلت مع الأوليين. حيث غلب على المجموعة الأولى الأشباح، ولم يعجبني منها إلا قصة (المرأة التي تصل في السادسة)، من المجموعة الثالثة كانت قصة إيرنديرا وجدتها الأبرز، أما المجموعة الأخيرة فكانت هي الأبرز وخاصة قصص (طائرة الحسناء النائمة)، (جئت لأتكلم في الهاتف فقط)، (رعب آب) وهاتين القصتين نموذجين راقيين لأدب الرعب، (وأثر دمك على الثلج) قصة الحب التي فتنتني وآلمتني نهايتها.

Cecily Erker

This is one of the most difficult things I have ever read; it took me almost a month to get through it. I was at the library trying to find a copy of 100 Years of Solitude but they didn't have one, so I checked out this collection of his early short stories. His earliest writings are sometimes so abstract as to be obnoxious and once he uses the gimmick of writing a short story in one long sentence with hundreds of commas, but it was probably through these writings and his early experimentation with magical realism that he arrived to the economy and power of his later, greater novels. I've only read Love in the Time of Cholera so far, but I definitely saw glimpses of it in his evocations of place and time and the inner lives of his characters. Each story gets progressively better and you get to see the process of almost thirty years of his gradual maturation as a writer. I would not recommend this for beginning readers of Marquez because many of these writings, though beautiful, still evade my comprehension because they're so weird and so outside the norms of time and space and physical reality, but his images and ideas are so thought-provoking that you could spend an eternity puzzling over them.

Luis

I wish my mom read these short stories to me when I was little before going to sleep. These 12 unbelievable stories give joy to anyone who reads them with an open mind and heart. Gabo is definitely one of the greatest of all the times.

Milly

I had such high hopes for this one. Being a person who is fascinated with the dark and the gloomy, I figured from the title of some of these stories, that I was in for a delicious treat. Not so much......I mean, they were okay but I don't like reading things that don't flow. It starts to feel like homework. I asked myself, 'Should I be taking notes? Maybe I should make an outline.....' Why am I not being entertained? It's funny because the premises made for really good ideas for stories but it never really happened. There's a story in here that doesn't have not ONE period for the entire story. Some may call that clever. Come on now..... Overall, one of those books that you need cliff notes and a very knowledgeable English professor on hand to understand.

Sheila

I feel a little guilty rating this book because I didn't actually finish it. What I did read was mostly painful. I have to throw out there, I have never been a fan of the writer or the genre. I picked up this book as part of a book club commitment and for a friend. I am always left feeling like I am missing something when reading GGM or that I am just not smart enough to get him. I also find his writing dark or maybe it would be better described as death draped in bright colors but for me there is always this sense of foreboding. That could be because I am waiting to understand something. There is a reason GGM is as loved as he is by so many, I just haven't figured it out yet.

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