
By definition, timeless fiction should be something that allows you to escape the current world in which you reside and take you to a new place so that you can have new experiences.
Gabriel García Márquez has a good laugh at literary rules of fiction and creates an entire new set of rules for himself as you enter the absolutely surreal world he creates in “One Hundred Years of Solitude.”
I’ll slip, fall and hurt myself if I try to take a stab at attempting to summarize the plot in any comprehensible fashion. All I can say is that if you want to read what it feels like to be on shrooms without actually being on shrooms, then this book might do the trick.
It is like nothing I’ve read before or probably will ever read in the future, but I liked the feeling I got while reading it.

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