I was excited about the Netflix production of One Hundred Years of Solitude . It was a Colombian production, so I figured it would have an air of authenticity unlike that blasphemous attempt to do The House of the Spirits some years back with Meryl Streep and Jeremy Irons. No wonder, Marquez refused to let anyone make his fabulous novel into a movie during his lifetime. I think he would have been just as disappointed with this production. While it was in Spanish, this lavish production bore only a passing resemblance to the novel. Just to be sure, I started reading it again. I was stunned when I reached the 150-page mark and had come to the end of the serial. Alex Lopez and Laura Mora had only covered one third of the epic novel in their 8 hours of screentime, basically turning it into a soap opera. I was reminded of the scene in the novel where the town of Maconda witnessed its first movie. Everyone was so excited. The...