Despicable!

So, here I am flipping through my newest English adventure, Chronicles of a Death Foretold, when all of a sudden I see it.

“On the upper deck, beside the captain’s cabin, was the bishop in his white cassock and with his retinue of Spaniards. ‘It was Christmas weather,’ my sister…”

(*Double take*)

Wait just a minute! Did you honestly just write that the bishop was wearing a white cassock? My Catholic senses are tingling. My dear Mr. Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Bishops do not wear white cassocks, a distinct apparel reserved to the Pope (who is technically a bishop but certainly not the bishop mentioned in the text), but rather purple cassocks or the more common black cassock with purple trim for day-to-day affairs. Either this bishop has delusions of greatness, or Senor Marquez, who probably wants everyone to think he’s such a church hotshot because of his ethnicity and frequent religious references… just don’t know his stuff.

How much of the rest of this book is a lie? They probably don’t even have mango trees in Latin America…

Geez. I mean, really. C’mon.