Many of you have probably noticed how Love in the Time of Cholera does not read in a linear or chronological order. Garcia Marquez skips back and forth through time, confusing his reader to the point where you often don’t know “where you are.” What is the name of the city where the story takes place? What is the name of the country? Why is it that we learn nothing about the civil war raging in the background of the story except that it involves “Liberals” and “Conservatives”? Garcia Marquez deliberately creates a sense of being “nowhere,” and for this essay I’d like you to explore the theme of being out of this world, otherworldly or in your own world. What is the connection between this “nowhere” and the enchantments—or disenchantments—of love?
