Somehow I neglected to blog about one of my favorite summer reads- probably because I was so engrossed in it I read it in under 24 hours (not that it’s a race or anything). The book is Albert Camus’ French existentialist classic The Stranger, as translated by Matthew Ward. The first paragraph sets the rather abrupt tone for the rest of the book.
Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. I got a telegram from the home: “Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow Faithfully yours.” That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.
The rest of the book plays out like an absurd morality tale which captures the ethical dilema of modernity beautifully. The novel not only moved me emotionally but sparked my curiosity about Algeria and the residual effects of French colonialism.