How are you doing with Camus? Are you strangers? acquaintances? friends?
Have you had any encounters with “the nakedness of man faced with the absurd“?
I’ve already found an example of nakedness and absurdity.
I’ve also found foreshadowing. In chapter 1 Meursault is part of a wake for his mother. The deceased’s friends are sitting across from the not-so-bereaved:
For a second I had the ridiculous feeling that they were there to judge me.
Perhaps we’ve had too many books that end up in a court room, but when I read that sentence I wrote “Foreshadowing?” in my book.
I’d love to hear your initial thoughts on our new novel. Share them (and your place) in the comments.