Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Chronicle of a Death Foretold” by Gabriel García Márquez

If you have not yet ventured into García Márquez’ world of vivid beauty and disturbing  visions, this may not be the best book to start with.  It has the seductive shock value of a really good horror movie (if you enjoy that genre); and the startling chill of a mountain stream on a hot summer’s day.  Well, take a deep breath before you start.

From the very first line of the novella, we know that Santiago Nasar is to be murdered.  I am not giving away the plot here, as we know this simple fact from the beginning – and in the next few pages, we know who did the terrible deed.  So, this is no murder mystery.  Where is the mystery then?  Why read beyond the first page?  The utter strangeness and bewildering puzzle of this tale is not how (this is horrifically described at the end), but why?  Why did it still happen when everyone saw it coming, and why didn’t they stop it?

By “they,” I mean the residents of a small town on the Caribbean coast: a town of sea breezes and banana groves, almond trees and balconies around the main square.  The narrator returns many years later to try to unravel the story.  It begins early one morning (was it cloudy or sunny?  Accounts differ) when the well to do, handsome Arab merchant Santiago Nasar rises with a hangover, and dresses in white unstarched linen, hoping to meet a bishop who is due to visit the town.  The memories of those he encounters that morning, and those he had met the night before at the wedding festivities, are tinged with fear or scorn, pity or indifference.  Moving through the story, pale and innocent, Santiago Nasar almost sleepwalks to his death – a death he does not understand.

The story is disturbing in its simplicity, yet intensely complex.  The extraordinary characters are finely drawn with a few vivid strokes, and their conversations are brief; yet there are many things they do not wish to discuss.  While the action is close to melodrama – sometimes slowing down, sometimes rushing headlong, like a movie – there is a quiet sense of nothing really changing, underneath.  Life goes on.

I am reminded of that bleak little spaghetti Western: Clint Eastwood, cigar clenched between his teeth, rides into a town filled with guilt-ridden, silent inhabitants.  But this story has none of the heavy morality of revenge.  The murder happens because it simply has to, and that’s the end of it.  The scent of it – the sickly scent of Santiago Nasar’s butchered body – hangs over the town.

“Fatality makes us invisible,” a magistrate notes, resignedly, in his brief.  No one is punished, no one really mourns.  And life goes on.

Dear reader, this tale will haunt you like a brilliant, yet troubling dream.  And, even if you want to, you cannot change the ending of dreams.

Author Note: Gabriel García Márquez was born in 1928 in Aracataca, on theCaribbean coast of Colombia, and brought up by his maternal grandparents.  His grandfather, a veteran army Colonel of liberal views, and his grandmother and her sisters, with their love of superstition and folklore, were all strong influences.  Following his parents’ wishes, he began to study law, but his real passion was reading classical and modern literature and writing; in 1950 he abandoned law and began a journalism career.  He was European correspondent for a Bogotá newspaper, which was meanwhile shut down by the Colombian dictatorship.  After living in Paris, then moving to Venezuela, he traveled through Eastern Europe in the 1950s, seeking socialist solutions toLatin America’s problems.  He reported on revolutionary Cuba, where he befriended Fidel Castro.  He finally settled in Mexico City, where he worked on screenplays and published his novellas: “No One Writes to the Colonel” (1961), and “In Evil Hour” (1962).  In 1967 his masterpiece “One Hundred Years of Solitude” brought him instant fame and numerous international prizes.  “Autumn of the Patriarch” followed in 1975.  Still devoted to political and social causes, he sought political asylum in Mexico in 1981.  In 1982 he received the Nobel Prize for Literature.  “Love in the Time of Cholera” (1986) and “The General in His Labyrinth” (1990) followed.  Returning to his journalism roots, he bought a Colombian news magazine and wrote a non-fiction work, “News of a Kidnapping,” on the Colombian narcotics trade in 1996.  Since becoming ill with cancer, García Márquez has focused on writing a three-volume memoir.

Chronicle of a Death Foretold
Chronicle of a Death Foretold was also made, rather unsuccessfully, into a film. Skip the film, READ THE BOOK!

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11 thoughts on “Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

  1. I like One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, he wrote:
    “One minute after the five minutes is over, fourteen machine guns really started shooting them. More than 3,000 of them were killed, the dead bodies were piled in a train, in the same way they transported bunches of banana in the train.”

    I tried to write a blog about him, see whether you like it:


    1. This is wonderful, Steven. Thank you so much for sharing. The part about journalists (and of course, Gabriel was a journalist himself). This is so beautifully done, thank you!


  2. Crónica de una muerte anunciada!!!.. wow this brought back wonderful memories of the novels I read in spanish classes and Gabriel Garcia Marquez and el realismo mágico. Absolutely adore this literary device and his writings. Thank u for this post 🙂 much love


    1. Oh, I am glad you enjoyed my article. Such an amazing book, but I wish I was able to read it in Spanish as you did. No matter how good the translation, it’s always better in the original language.

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  3. While visiting Colombia, I watched the movie in Spanish. On my return to Jamaica, I searched through all the books I had acquired while doing my first degree at UWI. I was looking for a thin green novel I had bought but never read some time before. The plot of the movie had been familiar. More’s the pity!

    Thus began my veritable love affair with Gabo. I have read almost every word (yes, worD) of fiction he has ever published, as well as his memoirs. In fact, I actually used his fictional work as the focus of my master’s thesis. All because of this one book.

    I cried literal tears when Gabo died. And I found out about the great loss because, coincidentally, on the day after his death, I was searching YouTube for that same movie and saw the news. Cronica de una muerte anunciada (Chronicle of a death foretold) remains my favorite book (fiction) of all time.


    1. Thank you so much for your comment, Malcolm. Isn’t it amazing how one book (even a slim volume such as this) can change your world and your life. Colombia is on my list of special places to visit, especially the Caribbean coast that is so exquisitely described in “Chronicle.” If I had good Spanish, I would truly love to read it in the original as the language is so marvelous even in translation. Thank you again, and I must get back to writing more book reviews!


  4. If Im not careful I could end up procrastinating and getting lost inside your blog. Wonderful presentations over a wide range of topics. On this particular book, I was shocked, you are so right, the film does it a huge injustice, they’re doing so many remakes nowadays this would be a good one. I have the Spanish version, so the cultural backgrounds are even more vividly portrayed by Garcia Marquez, the plot really took me by surprise. Not what I expected to happen at all. As said in the comment before, I appreciate your work and Thank You for sharing. More life and strength. Keep up the Great Works, Thank You.


    1. Thanks so much, Javaughn! Yes, I tend to write about whatever grabs my interest, really. They probably should do a remake of the film of this book. But of course, no film can really overshadow the book itself and the beautiful language – I envy you reading it in Spanish. I really appreciate your support and enjoy your blog, too! And thank you for the reblog, too! Keep reading (and procrastinating) and I look forward to more of your comments.


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