A Tangled Web of Desire and Age
As I finished reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez's novel, Remembering My Unhappy Mistresses, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, I appreciate the author's bold approach to tackling a sensitive topic. On the other hand, I found myself struggling to connect with the story.
I'll admit that I didn't exactly love this novel. Not because the author is brave enough to tackle a tough topic – I think that's actually a strength. And it's not because they're trying to sugarcoat the situation (which I'm not a fan of, but that's not why I gave it a low score). To be honest, I just don't enjoy this author's work in general. I'm one of those readers who finds Gabriel Garcia Marquez a bit of a struggle. I tried reading One Hundred Years of Solitude and it just didn't click with me. I've got mixed feelings about 100 Years of Solitude even now – yes, I acknowledge its genius, but personally, it's the endless cycle of repetition and the way the characters seem to be living out each other's lives that really gets to me.
I've tried reading other works by this author, but I always hit a wall and struggle to keep going. This novel was readable for me mainly because it's not a huge book, so I was able to finish it over a few evenings. And yeah, I ended up returning it to the library because I just don't feel like keeping it at home. As much as I respect the 'classics', I'd rather build my personal library based on my own tastes and preferences, not just because something's on the 'must-read' list. So, what's the grand or genius thing I'm supposed to be getting out of this?
The story revolves around an older man who's spent his life using women for one thing – sex. He's never really loved or connected with anyone. Now, at his age, something's finally clicked. I'm not buying it, but the story's got a right to exist. Just like my review.
Markes did an amazing job capturing the inner world of an older man who's spent his life using women for one thing – sex. He's never really loved or connected with anyone. Now, at his age, something's finally clicked. I'm not buying it, but the story's got a right to exist.
I've got to say, the whole 'great love story' thing doesn't sit right with me. I mean, a 90-year-old guy who's clearly lost his mind wanting to be with a 14-year-old girl? Sorry, but at that age, she's not a consenting adult. She's a kid whose psyche is still developing, and she's not equipped to handle that kind of situation. I know some people might say that in the past, people were mature at a younger age, but that's just not true. Just because something was normal back then doesn't mean it's okay now.
I'm not buying the argument that the girl's age is irrelevant. In my opinion, it's a huge red flag. For me, this is like pedophilia, a sickness and a mental deviation. I can barely understand it when it's about two teenagers with a few years' difference. Hormones are raging, you want the forbidden fruit and all that. But when an OLD grandfather with his fantasies DEMANDS an innocent girl to 'celebrate his anniversary'? Excuse me, that's already a red flag. Not in terms of the writing, but in terms of the character's sanity.
I'm repeating myself – such a plot is perfectly acceptable and even normal if the author handles it well and steers it in a certain direction with clear moral conclusions. Or shows the final moral and physical collapse of a person who thinks about these things. Because shock literature also has a right to exist as long as it doesn't break the laws of the country where it's published. Unfortunately, I didn't see that here. Maybe I just didn't read it well or I have a biased attitude towards the author (because I don't consider myself a fan, but I'm not a hater either. I just coexist with him).
My biggest issue with the novel is its ending. The attempt to tie everything up with some kind of 'right' and happy ending just didn't sit well with me. I'm not saying the author is wrong, but for me, the way the story resolved felt like a form of pedophilia. Period. It's similar to what happened in Lolita, but at least in that case, there was no attempt to justify the character's actions. Nabokov showed a sick individual, and even explored the root of their complexes and fantasies in one scene. In this novel, the ending felt overly sentimental and vague. I'm not saying I'm right, but it just didn't resonate with me.
I've already touched on the plot above, but I'll say it again to make sure we're on the same page. The story's about an older guy – just a grandpa, really. He works at a newspaper, is super well-read and knowledgeable, and everyone at the office looks up to him. He seems like a great guy, if it wasn't for his weird fascination with finding a 14-year-old prostitute to celebrate 'life's milestone'. I mean, not every guy makes it to that age, and can still... you know, 'make it happen'. I'm a guy myself, but this fixation on sex really threw me – it's both fascinating and a little unsettling. I get that people have different libidos, and there are stories online about older guys who still have it going on. But, in my opinion, you can't go against biology. In our imaginations and stories, we're all gods, but real life is often more subdued and... unremarkable, if you know what I mean.
Overall, the 'intelligent intellectual' persona gets shattered by his obsessive desire. Or maybe that's just the author's joke about how there are pedophiles lurking in the quiet depths of academia.
I was surprised by how easy it was to read this story. There were no stumbles or awkward moments – it just flowed. I've read around 5 books by this author before, but this one was the most straightforward and easy to follow. I'm not talking about the content here, just the text's structure and format. And yeah, I know I was reading a translation (the quality of which depends on the translator's skills), but in this case, it was surprisingly smooth and quick to get through.
So a huge thanks to the translator for their work.
As for the plot, I was skeptical. Reasons why are above. I don't see the point in considering anything else, since it all boils down to one idea: the author's wondering what 'feeling' arose between the girl and the grandfather who paid her. And throughout the story, we're trying to figure out the answer. In my opinion, a pedophile's a pedophile everywhere. And what kind of feeling could there be when their first encounter was just the kid working for pay? Only someone really out of touch with this world could think girls/boys go into this line of work for the sake of their own desires.
No, they're driven by need, necessity – they need to eat. Or someone else decides it for them – to pay off family debts, or other reasons. Some people just get trapped in sex slavery (sadly, this still happens today). So what kind of feeling could there be between the 'employer' – this old grandfather – and the little girl, who's in a strange place and has no idea why she was brought here?
For me, the answer is clear as day. But the author has a different take, and throughout the novel, they try to lead us to a specific conclusion that things aren't as black and white as they seem. I've always found it weird with people who love 'theories' – I just want to ask them, 'If this happened to your daughter or granddaughter, would you be saying the same thing about the nuances of the situation?' It's just strange how it's all about nuance when it doesn't affect us personally, but as soon as it's about a character or their family, it's suddenly twisted and cries for justice.
I wouldn't wish this situation on anyone. Can older people love? Of course, they can. Just imagine it – yes, they can. But for me, it's a bit weird to sexualize their relationships with younger people. I'm not saying that if someone's led a promiscuous life, their desires won't still be there in old age. But that's not what I'm talking about. I believe in a pure and kind love without any sexual connotations between older people and strangers, especially children. Because by that point, they've lived their lives, and all that's left is the wisdom and experience they've gained. On the other hand, you have a young person with their whole life ahead of them.
And amidst all that, genuine and innocent friendships can sometimes form. People want to be heard, others are interested in sharing their experiences. Or not. It's all about individual perspectives, and I'm not going to make sweeping statements that would trap me in stereotypes.
I just don't see the piercing, pure love that's supposed to be at the heart of this story. I don't see the grandeur that's being forced down my throat. No, not my cup of tea. And then there are all those glowing reviews online, where people write about the genuine love that can even bloom in an elderly person's heart. Yeah, right. Let's just say it's not pedophilia when you take a girl to bed – it's the start of a beautiful, long-lasting love.
I have to say, the novel remembering my unhappy mistresses is actually an interesting read. The text is written in a way that's easy to follow and quick to read. If you're a fan of the author's work, I'd recommend checking this one out too. However, I strongly disagree with the way it's been filled out. I'd give it three stars (and not a single point less) because it's just a work of fiction (just like Lolita). Not a factual account of a sick pervert's life. And, of course, I'm not just judging the content – I'm also looking at how it's been written.