Until August by Gabriel García Márquez review – a gently diverting posthumous novel in a minor key | Gabriel García Márquez
“This book doesn’t work. It must be destroyed.” Not a one-star rant from the bowels of Amazon or Goodreads, but rather the verdict of Colombian Nobel laureate Gabriel García Márquez on his now posthumously published novel, Until August, a breezy romp brewed in his 70s and previously excerpted by the New Yorker in 1999 after he read from it on stage in Madrid with the late José Saramago.The erotic adventures of a middle-aged mother, it was originally conceived as a five-part narrative more than 600 pages long, but was set…