The book Chronicle of a Death Foretold, written by Gabriel Marquez is an intriguing story about sex, murder and betrayal. The book is based on a real event; however the author uses his brilliant imagination to fill in some of the story. In this tale, two brothers believed that a known as Santiago Nassar was responsible for the deflowering of their younger sister, which resulted in her being returned by her husband on their wedding night. The two brothers butchered the young man in the prime of his life. The truth of this matter is never revealed. No one knows if it really was Santiago Nassar who took Angela Vicario's virginity, except Angela Vicario. Even though it may not seem like it, the bothers are not the only villains in this story. Other villains, such as Angela Vicario and Victoria Guzman are equally responsible for the death of Santiago Nassar. Angela Vicario was a villain for agreeing to get married when she knew she was not a virgin, and Victoria Guzman is a villain for knowingly hiding the fact that the brothers were waiting to kill her boss, Santiago Nassar. Just about the whole town was responsible for the murder of Santiago, each member in their own way.
Knowing the customs that her village abided by, Angela Vicario should never have tried to get married under false pretences. She should have been honest with the man she planned to marry, even though the fact that she was not a virgin was enough to prevent the marriage from occurring and bring disgrace to her family. At least then she could have avoided the embarrassment of being returned to her family on her wedding night when her future husband found out that she was not a virgin. The fact that she went through with the wedding resulted in the death of Santiago Nasar. The narrator implies that Santiago is not, in fact, even guilty of the crime he dies for.
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"She only took the time to say the name. She looked for it in the shadows, she found it at first sight among the many, many easily confused names from this world and the other, and she nailed it to the wall with her well aimed dart, like a butterfly with no will whose sentence has always been written.
