I've read
Love In The Time Of Cholera and
100 Years Of Solitude and found them both pretty enjoyable.
Y Tu Mama Tambien is still his best, though. (to flagrantly knick E. Spaceman's joke)
Along the magic realism lines, I was bored shitless by Salman Rushdie's
Midnight's Children, which won the Booker of Bookers prize or whatever (the prize for being the best of the first 25 years of prize-winners...). Something a bit too cozy about it, and generally just way too waffly.
Not sure I like the style of most Bookers candidates much at all, despite them being what I read a lot after I finished studying, cos I wasn't sure how to find contemporary goodness. Actually I do really love some Ian McEwan books, but that's an exception rather than the rule. And I also just finished Kazuo Ishiguro's
Never Let Me Go and that was really good.
I thought everyone ever bitched about the
Da Vinci Code, maybe it was highly popular but never highly rated?
Only John Fowles I've read was
The French Lieutenant's Woman and it was awful. Almost wilfully middlebrow.. it's like if you're going to try to break from classical form then fucking go for it, go the whole modernist hog, be as ornery as Joyce or whoever. Clever little anachronisms and breaking the fourth wall and all that other po-mo shit don't cut it IMO.
Am slogging my way through
Gravity's Rainbow now. It's hard going so far, so I'm oh so looking forward to the constipation bit.
I have to admit a lot of books mentioned here are "greats" that I always avoided because I thought they looked bloody hard work. Maybe I should dip in to some of them. I would like to read some Conrad, for example.