memories of my melancholy whores

"The full moon was climbing to the middle of the sky and the world looked as if it were submerged in green water.”


despite the magical realism and all words enchanting, reading ggm's latest novel made me very scared of growing old. ninety and rickety is just not for me. i'd ask to be dead if i could not take the stairs when i want to. but at par in its effect on my overacting imagination was what Rosa Cabarcas urged the ninety year old love-stricken columnist, whore-crazy in his prime hero- to take the girl, marry her and find out for once how it is to have sex with love.

while the thought of a wrinkly old man "kissing every inch of the girl's body till daylight" makes my skin crawl, it's gabo writing. so maybe, i thought, when we find ourselves that old, it would feel great to feel once again how it is to fall in love and forget that we had been waiting only for death.


“No matter what you do, this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.” - the old man realizing he's got nothing to lose