Big Mama's Funeral

Big Mama's Funeral (original Spanish-language title: Los funerales de la Mamá Grande), a long short story, is a satirical commentary on Latin American life and culture by Gabriel García Márquez. Most of the place names mentioned come from Colombia. It displays the exaggeration associated with magic realism. "Big Mama" herself is an exaggeration of the 'cacique' (political boss), a familiar figure in Latin American history and tradition; the term itself comes from a Native American word for a tribal chief.

Big Mama's funeral is mentioned in Marquez's famous novel One Hundred Years of Solitude soon after Melquiades' death, an example of Marquez's tendency to tie together his literary works.

Works by Gabriel García Márquez
Novels
  • In Evil Hour
  • One Hundred Years of Solitude
  • The Autumn of the Patriarch
  • Chronicle of a Death Foretold
  • Love in the Time of Cholera
  • The General in His Labyrinth
  • Of Love and Other Demons
  • Memories of My Melancholy Whores
Short stories
  • Leaf Storm
  • No One Writes to the Colonel
  • Big Mama's Funeral
  • Innocent Eréndira
  • Strange Pilgrims
  • The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World
  • A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings
Non-fiction
  • The Story of a Shipwrecked Sailor
  • Clandestine in Chile
  • News of a Kidnapping
  • Living to Tell the Tale
Speech
  • The Solitude of Latin America
Magic realism


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