One Wednesday morning, children in a small fishing village of "about twenty-odd wooden houses" find a body on the beach that is covered with " flotsam " and sea debris. The children play by burying him in the sand until the adults discover the corpse and decide that it must be given a small funeral and thrown off the cliff on which their village rests. This is done because there is so little land in the village that they cannot have traditional burials. In order to do so, however, they must prepare him for burial at sea and look in neighboring villages for any surviving relatives. The men carry the body up to the village so that the women can prepare him for the funeral while they go to neighboring villages to ask if anyone can identify the drowned man. The man is too tall to fit easily into any house and, upon removing the seaweed and mud, the women observe his handsome face.
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Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read. Want to Read saving…. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Other editions. Enlarge cover. Error rating book. Refresh and try again. Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Get A Copy. Hardcover , 59 pages. Published February 1st by Lectorum Publications first published More Details Original Title.
Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 4. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. And many are the writers who have written commentary and interpretations. Rather than adding yet again another commentary, reflecting on the vast richness of this tale has prompted me to ask the questions below. And below my questions is a link to the story itself.
Thanks, Aldo! The woman in the village go crazy with their projecting all type of amazing powers onto the drowned man. How do we, both individually and as a culture, project our dreams and aspirations onto other people? Do we project onto friends, family, coworkers, neighbors, strangers or are we more inclined to project onto people at a distance, say, famous celebrities or athletes?
These villagers have no Neptune or god of the sea. Is the drowned man functioning as a kind of Neptune, since, after all, the lifeblood and livelihood of the village is so dependent on the sea? I recall Jacob Bronowski saying how ancient societies had their myth of creation and now we in our modern world live with the myth of creativity. What place does myth have in your life? Is there one particular myth or area of creativity that really adds a sense of aliveness to your day-to-day living?
Similar to the role of the drowned man in the story, do you dream of having a larger-than-life presence in the world? I recall reading somewhere how a significant percentage of both men and women in the US dream of being a superstar athlete. Do you live in a community where a person or event provides a positive identity all members of the community cherish?
If not, is this one of the consequences of our more modern, urban living? View all 19 comments. Men and women became aware for the first time of the desolation of their streets, the dryness of their courtyards, the narrowness of their dreams as they faced the splendor and beauty of their drowned man.
I'm planning on visiting his work later this fall, and was looking for something to whet my appetite in the meantime. Also, Men and women became aware for the first time of the desolation of their streets, the dryness of their courtyards, the narrowness of their dreams as they faced the splendor and beauty of their drowned man. The Handsomest Drowned Man In the World is set in an ordinary world, surrounded by extraordinary events. This drowned man seems to take on the shape of whatever his viewers want to see.
He is a Christ-like figure to the people of this village. The children who discover see him imagine he is a ship. As he drifts closer to shore, they imagine he may be a whale. Once he is removed to the village, everyone agrees he is huge, a giant among men and extremely beautiful.
Soon the villagers have created the details of who this beautiful giant is, giving him a name and background. They have a need to believe that that he belongs to them, that he is one of them. His presence subtly begins to transforms them. Soon the men of their village pale in comparison to their romanticized images of this man.
We soon see that the people of this village are not happy with their lot life. They believe this drowned man to have the ability to deliver them from the drab world they inhabit.
Soon, these same women begin to mother him. Their hearts are filled with compassion and a desire to protect him. Soon their awe for this man empowers them. Almost immediately, the townspeople are planning how to make their lives better. Thru death, they have been reborn.
View 1 comment. We have here a story. Then we have here things they say about the story. Not really similar to each other. Quite unfortunate that no one reviews a story or book more than once, in different periods of time. For that would have further illustrated what I think this is all about.
This little nook where this story is featured here at goodreads is the little, unnamed coastal village in the story. The ha We have here a story.
The handsomest drowned man in the world, who had mysteriously washed ashore that village, why, he's this story. What the villagers did to, and said about, the dead man they named Esteban are the same as what we are doing to, and saying about, this story. We discuss but don't quarrel. We look at it differently and, if given enough time, would even contradict our old selves about what we see here--just like some of the villagers--yet we are one in saying that whatever we see, we see something that is beautiful.
How to make a dead character the story itself and make it live forever one can only perhaps learn from Gabriel Garcia Marquez who is dead, handsomely, and continue to teach with what he had left behind. View 2 comments. Aug 02, Anne rated it really liked it Shelves: short-stories , latin-american. The title can be deceptive. Well, obviously, this is not to be read by kids; something so deep in scope and full of underlying meanings are meant to be for someone older.
I rate this higher than Balthazar's Marvelous Afternoon because I understood it better and I was able to give my own interpretation. I knew what was going on, unlike in the other short story wherein I wasn't really certain of what I had read, or whether I read it correctly. Here, there were multiple allusions and symbolism.
Again, the magic of his narration lies in his telling of realist stories in a fantastic fashion, and vice versa. The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World was very straightforward in expressing its message. It was about the intense veneration and admiration of these secluded village people for a dead man. After being isolated for such a long time, the arrival of a mysterious entity truly came out as a shock and foreign thing, so much so that they would act in weird ways.
They were almost like children when all of a sudden they rejected their culture and tried to replace it with the one that would befit Esteban. Aside from that, I also saw traces of its allusion to the imperialism in Latin America. In fact, when you read closely, there is so much things you could see you never knew could possibly there. Aug 29, Steven Gilbert rated it it was amazing. Read this short story while subbing for a 10th grade English class.
Startling tale, beautifully written, full of symbolism, imagery and allegory. Some might argue that the story highlights society's infatuation with celebrity, but I chose to think of it more as a homage to the transformative, magical power of imagination. Suggested read for everyone. Read online here. Then they saw it had no flags or masts and they thought it was a whale.
But when it washed up on the beach, they removed the clumps of seaweed, the jellyfish tentacles, and the remains of fish and flotsam, and only then did they see that it was a drowned man. View all 7 comments.
El ahogado más hermoso del mundo
Gabriel Garcia Marquez was born in Aracataca, Colombia. After studying law and journalism at the National University of Colombia in Bogota, he became a journalist. In , he left journalism, to devote himself to writing. Acclaimed for both his craft and his imagination, he has been called a master of myth and magical realism a style of literature that makes use of fantastical, highly improbable, and sometimes supernatural events and characters. In his novels and stories he has created a fictional world out of his memories of the dust, rain, and boredom of life in an isolated Colombian community. His stories depict a world shaped by myth, history, politics, and nature. One Hundred Years of Solitude traces a century in the town's history, from its founding through its destruction by a cyclone.
El Ahogado Mas Hermoso del Mundo
The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World