Marquez’s script takes a painstaking pleasure in ensnaring the characters within the tendrils of their own pasts.
There was a time when Boris Fishman felt stymied, lovelorn and miserable. But then he started reading Bernard Malamud, who was born 100 years ago today, and everything changed.
You wouldn’t think that a Soviet-Jewish immigrant would find much in common with Gabriel Garcia Marquez. But the late novelist once helped Boris Fishman find his first love.