Only nine pages in to The Stranger, and I wasn’t particularly endeared to its characters, plot, or even writing. But then Mr. Camus made a last-ditch effort to win me over.
. . . the way her arms were moving made me think she was knitting. It was pleasant; . . . .
So, when the time comes for me to tackle the question, “Do I agree with the author’s argument?” even if my answer is a resounding, “No, never, not a chance, nopers!” At least I will have had this small moment of comradery with Albert Camus and his voice Meursault.