This is a new Spanish-language series from Netflix. The first eight parts of the sixteen-part series dropped today. It is based on an eponymous 1967 novel by the great Colombian author Gabriel García Márquez, the master of magic realism, the winner of a Nobel Prize for literature, and probably the most widely read Latin American novelist of all time. This book alone is the second-most translated work in the history of the Spanish language, behind only Don Quijote.
The reviews of the series so far have been ecstatic. Most of the comments say some version of “I love this book and I dreaded that the series would screw it up. They did not. It is wonderful.”
There’s also quite a bit of nudity.
Viña Machado naked in episodes 2 and 4
Loren Sofia Paz and Laura Sofia Grueso fully naked in episode 3
Hmm, that looks like a prosthesis to me, unless her breast is naturally hard.
In other news: while we haven’t heard deets on Nicole nudes in Babygirl yet, just realized the woman who directed it, Halina Reijn, started in the business as an actress, & got nude in a whole mess of Dutch movies, including Verhoeven’s Black Book & one from Peter Greenaway – auteur, meet HOT-eur
Yes, Halina has been nude in several films. As for Nicole Kidman in babygirl, I recommend you visit the film description on Mr skin, there is a description of all the nudity and sex scenes in detail
I tried to read the book some years ago, but after two attempts gave up. It just did not engage my interest – at all. Later, after exposure to other writing in that genre, I realized that my problem was with ‘magical realism’ more generally, and not in particular with the book.
I acknowledge that my experience with 100 Years of Solitude is very much in the minority. I am always a bit embarrassed when the book comes up regularly in conversations about people’s views of their favourite books.
Same. It’s a classic ‘classic’: no one wants to read it, everyone wants to have read it (& usually is willing to lie about having done so).
I haven’t read it, but I have read one of his other books, “The General in His Labyrinth” (it was a best seller in the early 90s). I was neither turned off nor impressed. It did not seem like the work of a great author, but I can’t remember enough about it to offer much analysis. I did enjoy the fact that it portrayed a near-mythical hero (Simon Bolivar) as a very ordinary, often pathetic man at the end of his life, having seen his dream of a united South America disappear into warring fiefdoms. In that respect it reminded me of the kind of historical debunking offered by Gore Vidal.
I read it in college and really liked it enough to have read it again a few years later when I didn’t have to. It was my first exposure to magical realism, and initially I was thinking that Marquez was just being until overly lyrical until got to this part about kids on a flying carpet and there was no way to explain that away.
Forgot to add, if you stick with it, the very last page is fantastic.