Was looking at some photos of Camus today - he was smoking in all of them, of course - and was struck by how utterly cool he looked. Rather disturbing to be responding in such an adolescent fashion but I suppose the sixteen-year-old part of me had suddenly taken charge. Clearly a lot of young ladies back in Algeria and France circa 1940 thought the same way if we are to believe his reputation for womanising, and, let's face it, we are.
This all put me in mind of one of the best recent issues of Existential Comics, which I think manages to be spot on with regard to both Camus and his (eventual) bête noir. Difficult to think of anyone siding with Sartre in their big row. (Frankly, difficult to think of anyone siding with Sartre on anything of real note.)
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