写《百年孤独》的日子里,我做过许多梦。但我做梦也没想到,它会一版发行一百万册。一百万人决定去读一本全凭一人独坐陋室,用二十八个字母、两根指头敲出来的书,想想都觉得疯狂。这不是,也不能算是对作者的承认。这一出版奇迹无可辩驳地表明:想读西语小说的人无以计数。今天,作为作者,我面红耳赤地接过这第一本超大发行量版的《百年孤独》。一百万册书,不是对作者的一百万次致敬,而是说明有几百万西语读者对这份精神食粮翘首以待。 In the days of writing “One Hundred Years of Solitude,” I have done many dreams. But I never dreamed that it would release a million copies a year. Millions of people decided to go to read a book that was knocked out by one person sitting in a shabby room with twenty-eight letters and two fingers, thinking it all was crazy. This is not, and can not be regarded as an acknowledgment of the author. The miracle of publishing is irrefutable evidence that people who want to read novels in the West can not count. Today, as an author, I took it with solemnity to the 100th anniversary of this very large circulation issue. Millions of books, not a million tribute to the author, but that there are millions of readers of the West waiting for the food for the soul.