My Sad Republic

My Sad Republic festoons your life with words and phrases which were so intricately selected, as though it had nature’s help when its processes opens the petals of a flower. It naturally and intricately story-tells what is beautiful. It rewards your life with a narrative that summons so much history, nostalgia, fascination, humor, and a mastery of the literary craft that makes you want to worship the writer the way people worship the saints who wrote the bible.

The only downside is it reminds you too much of the images, characters, and even the structure of “100 Years of Solitude” by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It whittles the originality, but somehow My Sad Republic still manages to leave a uniqueness that leaves you awed. You felt the unforgiving heat he described, the loneliness of what seemed like a hundred years of rain, the power of each ritual and each amulet, you saw how the moon was a bright silver wafer as they made love by that beach, and you will eternally be entranced by the idea of poetry attacking the most unlikely places.