Killing of the sons

I was rather disappointed when all but one of the sons of CAB were killed.  Although they were in part responsible for the many new and not so nice additions to Macondo, I found them to be characters with a lot of potential for the rest of the story.  I am now particularly looking forward to what his eldest son will accomplish, being the only one left alive.  The new additions to Macondo were rather shocking to me, I did not in the least expect Macondo to develop into a rough town.  The size increase was not all that shocking, but the way in which the incomers behaved and separated themselves was.  Remedios the Beauty was also a character that caught my attention.  Firstly, the way that she over simplified everything was rather clever.  She ended up getting to do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted.  The way that all of the "gringos" were attracted to her was another piece of the story that I thought could have a lot of potential, possibly setting Remedios up to be a very powerful figure.  This opportunity was taken away when she literally ascended.  One day when in the backyard, strong winds came and carried her into the sky.  Although not the ending of Remedios the Beauty I was looking for, this type of even has come to be expected by this point in the novel.

Memory

Memory comes up throughout One Hundred Years of Solitude.  The village nearly falls to insomnia, when people die they become memories, when Colonel Aureliano Buendia goes to sign the peace treaty he destroys all physical memory of himself.  An interesting note about the memory of Colonel Aureliano Buendia and his present self is the difference between the two.  He has returned a man beaten by war that appears to have very little emotion left and certainly does not care about his old hobbies such as crafting the gold fish.  When the village looses all memory, it falls into the hands of a deck of cards.  Memory is the way that we recall the past.  It is not necessarily accurate and therefore not always true.  I do not believe that heredity memory exits in reality although I am sure there are plenty of people who would argue the point.  In these ways, memory not only what makes us intelligent, able to speak, read, and write, but also human.