Another all-time favorite book of mine, Albert Camus's The Stranger [New York: Random House, 1946]:
Mother died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can't be sure.Okay, so technically it's two sentences, go ahead and shoot me. Maybe the translater did it.
Of course, if he'd written it this way--"Mother died today or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure."--it would have been one sentence. But that would be Tim Bosworth writing, not Camus. And who am I to change what Camus wrote? And who's counting anyway.
Back to Camus, a very powerful sentence that just sketches out the narrator's complete lack of concern with anybody, even himself. Why doesn't he know when his mother died? Why didn't he find out? Why wasn't it important to him?And this way he has of intellectualizing everything, what's that about? Amazing.
These are books that demand we keep on our shelves and go back and reread them. We're different each time, nevertheless they change us over and over.
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