Les Miserables

Luckily I was so uninterested in Les Miserables throughout my life that I went in blind. Very rarely do I have the opportunity nowadays to experience anything at this scale without any introduction. I tend to research anything that comes to my mind, so much so, that I am constantly tunneling through a wonderworld of... Continue Reading →

November 15, 2018 16

The Plague – Albert Camus

Reading Albert Camus is a rite of passage into adulthood in France. Or so I read. If life is a journey, then reading Camus is equivalent to embarking on the journey with a cartographic cartoon. A sketch of a smiley face. If the traveler is intrepid he will journey on nevertheless. If he is a settler he will settle. It is a simple and powerful... Continue Reading →

January 7, 2016 3

The Stranger – Third Party Life

"Mother died today. Or maybe, yesterday. I can't be sure" Opening sentences that capture the essence of a writing are rare. Camus' opening lines conveys so much meaning to the reader that in all truthfulness a meditation on that sentence would itself provide so much insight into The Stranger. The detachment, so apparent in the... Continue Reading →

May 14, 2015 1