I have already commented on my discovery of Camus. The Stranger was the first book of his that I read, and it came in
the most obscene format: I bought in on Amazon without realizing that it was
one of the print on demand books that they now produce – needless to say the
edition wasn’t particularly nice, in particular because it was printed on A4
paper and at first sight felt like a children’s book.
Clearly, the book is quite far from being a children’s one. While I
definitely liked it, I cannot really say that I loved it. The protagonist’s
detachment from life – and from his crime – probably rubbed on me as I found
myself reading without too much interest about his life in prison, his trial
and, ultimately, his sentence.
Or maybe that was all Camus wanted the reader to feel? Probably so. The
guy, after all, was a genius…
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