:: Saturday, 6 December 2003 ::
A top post from the Beeman. Long and worth it.
On the day when crime dons the apparel of innocence - through a curious transposition peculiar to our times -- it is innocence that is called upon to justify itself. The Rebel (1951)
Camus. Who'da thunk any sense would ever have come from the pen of the bloke who wrote The Stranger about a bloke who has no feeling for anything or anyone and who kills an Arab on a beach. For nothing. Except he of course starts to shit himself when he comes time to get executed for his pointless existential crime.
Lordy, how much I hated that book, what it described, its author, and the whole reading of it experience.
Seems Ol' Albert might be worth a second look.
Good stuff. I like to learn.
:: WB 3:53 am [link+] ::