Written by Isabel Allende
Published in 1985.
The best book I have read in a very long time. Allende knows how to tell a story: her eye for detail and her powerful imagination shine through in this masterpiece of magic realism.
A story about three generations of a family, which much like Marquez's family in
One Hundred Years of Solitude, lives in a nameless South American country. But Allende's family saga begins somewhere in the early 1900s and traces the lineage of conservative and patriarchal feudal lord, Esteban Garcia.
The book made me marvel at how similar the histories of Pakistan and a lot of South American countries are. They bounce between illusory democracies through which the traditional elite consolidate their power and brutal military dictatorships.
We follow the slow but steady transformation of society and the Garcia family which open up to liberal, socialist and communist ideas. The gradual shift in political power is suddenly stopped and the prevailing system of government overthrown towards the end of the novel by a barbaric coup. The atrocities described in the book chilled me to the bone. They made me realize how tenuous our position in these societies is; how quickly decades of progress can be wiped out; and how brutally people fight for ideologies.
But don't be put off by the political tenor of the last fifty pages, which I dwelt on for so long. The first four hundred and fifty are full of enthralling stories about people, some very enchanting people, might I add. While reading this book, I thought that your own novel would maybe look very much like this one.