Incredulity in the time of cholera

One thing I have learned in my course of studies in writing is that the great authors can make us believe what they write. Just recently I read Lord of the flies and whilst the premise is as simple and ridiculous as any invented by a high school student, the way the narrative is written evokes credulity, and one can visualize the terror Ralph experiences on the island as he is being chased by marauding teenage savages.
On the other hand I’m struggling to believe anything Marquez writes in his Love in the time of cholera . A fourteen year old girl for whom an affair with a geriatric man is a Sunday paradise? The same man with a crush on another man’s wife that has lasted fifty years. Seriously? It’s a labour just to get to the end of this tediously written book and the implausible storyline makes it all the more
difficult.

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