The ludicrous specificity of Garcia Marquez

It's been 671 days, 23 hours and 14 minutes since I last read the works of Gabriel Gracia Marquez, no just kidding, it's been about three years, but G-M would of course mark with his ludicrous specificity that of course makes the work seem more realistic (it must be true if you could measure down to the exact number of days) and more fantastic (only in a surreal world do people recall and recount detail at that level of exactness). Thought I would read a few novellas to recover from a bout of a long unfinished contemporary novel that seemed as if it were written in the 19th century and a short unfinished (meaning, I did not finish reading it) experimental novel from 1857 that seems as if it were written in the 21st century (kinda). Dipped into Chronicle of a Death Foretold, which I actually did read and post on here 3 years ago, just to get a sense of G-M's style and world view once again - it's a miniature 100 Years of Solitude, same intensity of emotion, obsession with honor and vengeance, suavity about power and violence, and mysterious sense of precognition and mysticism: young wealthy man in small South American river city on the morning of the last day of his life; others in the village know he will be killed that day, and he marches blithely toward his death; events follow an all-night, whole-village drunken wedding celebration; when bride returned in shame to her family and brothers learn she was not a virgin, they set out to kill the young wealthy man - as he sets out to greet the bishop who is coming by riverboat to the city. Bishop never gets off the ship, gives his blessings as the ship blows its whistle and continues on upstream - a terrific way to convey the coldness and indifference of the church, of authority, of God - and the insignificance of this village, a dot on the map, which gives all of the action a tremendous sense of isolation and despair: all in the village are on their own, it's a microcosm and field on which forces of life and death will combat.