Gabriel Garcia Marquez passes away

Nobel laureate and noted author Gabriel Garcia Marquez passed away on Thursday at his home in Mexico City. He was 87.

The famous Colombian novelist who wrote classics like “One Hundred Years of Solitude” was popularly known for introducing mythical and magical Latin American realism to the world. One Hundred Years of Solitude had sold over 20 million copies in the world.

“A rare phenomenon. He is a serious but popular writer — like Dickens, Hugo or Hemingway — who sells millions of books and whose celebrity approaches that of sportsmen, musicians or film stars,” biographer Gerald Martin wrote in “Gabriel Garcia Marquez: A Life” (2008).

He won the Nobel Prize in literature in 1982 for his novels and short stories.
His famous novels include Love in the Time of Cholera, The Autumn of the Patriarch, The General in His Labyrinth and Memories of My Melancholy Whores.

While awarding the Nobel, the Swedish Academy stated, “Each new work of his is received by expectant critics and readers as an event of world importance.”

“Poets and beggars, musicians and prophets, warriors and scoundrels, all creatures of that unbridled reality, we have had to ask but little of imagination. For our crucial problem has been a lack of conventional means to render our lives believable,” Garcia Marquez said in his acceptance speech.

Former journalist Garcia Marquez was a longtime supporter of Cuban leader Fidel Castro.

Also known as Gabo, Garcia Marquez was born in Aracataca, Colombia in 1927. He was broadly considered as the most popular Spanish writer in the world since Miguel de Cervantes of 17th century.

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