The Handsomest Drowned Man in the
World
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
“They let him go without an anchor so that he could come
back if he wished and whenever he wished, and they all held their breath for
the fraction of centuries the body took to fall into the abyss. They did not
need to look at one another to realize that they were no longer all present,
that they would never be. But they also knew that everything would be different
from then on, that their houses would have wider doors, higher ceilings, and stronger
floors so that Esteban's memory could go everywhere without bumping into beams
and so that no one in the future would dare whisper the big boob finally died,
too bad, the handsome fool has finally died, because they were going to paint
their house fronts gay colors to make Esteban's memory eternal and they were
going to break their backs digging for springs among the stones and planting
flowers on the cliffs so that in future years at dawn the passengers on great
liners would awaken, suffocated by the smell of gardens on the high seas, and
the captain would have to come down from the bridge in his dress uniform, with
his astrolabe, his pole star, and his row of war medals and, pointing to the
promontory of roses on the horizon, he would say in fourteen languages, look
there, where the wind is so peaceful now that it's gone to sleep beneath the
beds, over there, where the sun's so bright that the sunflowers don't know
which way to turn, yes, over there, that's Esteban's village”
These last two sentences of the story are essential to the
setting of the story. Before this drowned man arrived at this village, it was
insignificant. The narrator neglected to describe where this village was, they
type of people that lived in it, when this story takes place, what dialect or
language they speak, et cetera. Most of the distinguishing factors about the
physical setting of the story are left out. The only distinguishing factors
about this village are that it is a fishing village that rests on a cliff and
the people uphold the traditional binary of male and female roles.
In order to get a more accurate
representation of the physical setting, it is necessary for the reader to
explore the people’s communal values. The strong communal values are first
displayed when the people immediately establish that the drowned man did not
come from their village. There is a sense of intimate understanding in this
scene because they only have to look around to see that nobody is missing. The
men immediately venture to the neighboring villages to identify this man while
the women work to prepare a proper burial for him. Even before discovering his
beauty, the people are determined to give this man a proper burial. The men and
women dissolve into their binary roles as participants of the community to bury
the man they name Esteban.
At the burial, they mourn his loss
because he is the only connection that these people have to the foreign world.
They hope that Esteban returns to them again to bring back glory and
recognition. Because of Esteban’s loss, the villagers begin to change little
things in their community. They build houses with wider dimensions and
different paint colors. They dig springs as he would have and plant flowers
even though the narrator had indicated that there was not enough land before.
They hope that Esteban’s legacy will return some glory and recognition to their
otherwise insignificant village.
It isn’t until both the women and the men establish Esteban
as the handsomest man in the world that they develop high expectations for him.
After their discovery, the women invite new people into the village to witness
his beauty. The men hope that future generations from around the world will
acknowledge their village as Esteban’s Village because of his beauty.
What does this say about traditional beauty ideals? Beauty
ideals are difficult to define because they are subjective to the individual.
However, the entire community believes that Esteban is the most beautiful man
in the world. Although this community is dependent on high standards of
communal living, I think they are one of the most shallow communities because of
the value they place on beauty. Is this supposed to be our society?
This may be a reach, but are we living on a cliff? This
metaphor could refer to the edge that we like to live on. We don’t have room to
build flowers and dig for springs because of the overwhelming housing
developments and skyscrapers in the cities. This story could be a direct
reflection on society in 1968.