Sometimes disappointment is informed by a wealth of pure pleasure. For instance, I was all set to copy down a few of the more meaningful and illuminating quotes and passages from Camus' last written full novel The Fall, which is nothing but a 148 page monologue between the narrator and the nameless listener or witness to whom he's delivering said monologue, when I took a look at my book and realized I wasn't going to be able to: there's no quotes to find because nearly the entire book I've underlined! Every page is a mess of black or blue ink. Almost every sentence in this seminal book on the conscience of modern man in the face of unspeakable evils is worthy of a quote, and I can't bring myself to reduce this (already pithy) novel to a few lines. So the only quote I can put down is this, my own crude words:
Better yet, read Camus' entire oeuvre. Read his letters. Read his essays. Read Camus. Read Camus. And when you've finished reading Camus, read him again.
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