One Hundred Years of Solitude
A piece in The Guardian describes a Columbian reception for Gabriel García Márquez for his eightieth birthday. He recounted “how his wife Mercedes had to hock her jewels to pay the rent and put food on the table for their two boys during the 18 months it took him to write what many consider the greatest novel in Spanish since Don Quixote – One Hundred Years of Solitude.”
When the novel was finished they couldn’t find enough cash to send the MS to his editor in Buenos Aires, so they sent half of it instead. When the parcel had gone they discovered they’d sent the second part of the novel instead of the first.
Luckily, the editor “was so eager to read the first half that he forwarded us the money so we could send the rest.”