I was thrilled to learn last month that Gabriel Garcia Márquez’s sons and editors had decided to publish posthumously Until August, a work of fiction he left behind with instructions not to publish it. As an avid fan of Márquez’s, I read it quickly (it is only about 20,000 words). I have since been feeling elated at rediscovering the master. Until August surely does not compare with The General in His Labyrinth or Love in the Time of Cholera, but is quintessential Márquez nonetheless. I do not believe that The New York Times review, which called it “unsatisfying”, did it
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First Published: Apr 13 2024 | 12:16 AM IST