Many years ago I got enchanted by the novel “One Hundred Years of Solitude.” Ursula Iguaran, the Jose Arcadios and Aurelianos, the cyclical names, the circus, the town of Macondo and all, have made looking at reality magical. Marquez avowed that he got the style of his story telling from talking with the older women in their family (I think especially with his grandmother.)
I know a lot of people are posting obituaries in honor of Marquez, and most of them have enviably personal accounts with him to speak of. I don’t. But he changed the way I look at reality. That for me counts as a personal encounter.
He has a great admiration for his mother. The image of his mother praying the rosary, or praying for her kids, keeps recurring in his autobio. His high regard for women’s strength and intuition, I believe, he got from his mama.
God speed, Gabo, regards to your parents.