The experience of writing about novels from the other side of the world carries within it the experience of travel and travel, the discovery of new geographies, histories, and strange customs, where the joy of real and imaginary tales about souls living beside a river that makes its way through vast fields, and an old fortune teller who sings to passers-by and reads fortunes to them; With every novel there is a different experience, and a long life that reveals its secrets behind the lines.
When Márquez wrote his memoirs in "I Lived to Tell," the shadow of the novel was louder than the echo of the biography. The boundaries between truth and the imagination of truth are lost in the biography, and in the novel we cannot distinguish between fantasy and reality.
How many novels helped us see the dark side of ourselves... How many novels pushed us toward exciting joys, and others led us to cry or go crazy because they embodied representations of what we once lived.