One of books díficeis than I found to read. If it was not for the allure that if became in a torment to finish and to discover as it is salada all finished, would have abandoned it it much time. Good-looking with Saramago, in its creativity, removing clearly the linking of who was telling and the involved personages in the tram; leaving me at some moments perplexed to read as many pages in one rítimo that I am accustomed. I found in the writing without points, a lack of terminos and beginnings, at moments that did not obtain to understand who were telling and who was the personages of history. In one mixture of exchanges between the finders who had placed the caribenas tribes in the map, with cows with paper important always to be in the narration. With shining scaffoldings, a government in decay and the exiled governor inside of its proper palace. Later I started to read some commentaries on the book and obtained to understand some things: that Gabriel said “in its following romance, “the autumn of the Patriarch”, was a species of “anti-cem years”, that it disappointed much people”. I finished the reading with the sound in my thought of as the people always loved its dictator, crying out, with love, “Alive the male”, being it always with its uncommon érnia.