L'Etranger

I was not very attracted by the writings of Albert Camus. I had bothered reading in high school "The Plague", let alone "Downfall" included in the Letters to the test tray. And I wanted to read it, telling me that growing up, having evolved, I would find perhaps more interest.

I opted for "The Stranger", his first novel. We can not say that this book is full of gaiety. "This morning, mom is dead" as incipit and vlam, it starts well!

This is absolutely sublime coldness, all under the hot sun of Algiers. It's absolutely crazy genius of this man, his ability to transcribe complex feelings, with few words and extremely simple syntax.

We first began by disliking Meursault, this monster of selfishness, and then, through the pages, together with the plot unfolds, his silence was due to us.

So, I continue with Bebert!