I've thoroughly reviewed The Outsider and The Plague in great detail. My reviews have been attached to other editions, as is the rather annoying habit on Goodreads (GR).
Here, I simply want to state that The Plague is a remarkable work that combines elements of a thriller, horror, and theodicy. Theodicy, of course, is the exploration and discussion of the relationship between God and human suffering.
This combination makes The Plague a truly engaging and thought-provoking read. It keeps you on the edge of your seat with its thrilling plot, sends shivers down your spine with its horror elements, and makes you reflect deeply on the profound questions of theodicy.
I highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a well-written and multi-faceted literary work that can both entertain and make you think.
The absurdity of living and the logical necessity of suicide - these are topics that should be right up my alley. However, I just couldn't get into this work. Throughout my reading, one thing that really stood out to me was that the writing was very clunky and awkward. I'm inclined to blame the translator, but since I don't have access to the original and I assume (perhaps without basis) that Everyman's is using the de rigueur translation, it might just be that the original writing is clunky and awkward. Whenever I started to gain some understanding and momentum, the direction of this essay would roll right back down to the beginning, and it was always a struggle to get going again. Maybe Camus was just having a bit of fun with stubborn readers like me.
It's quite interesting to read this book in these days when there are 11-step handwashing posters in public restrooms and other attempts to inflate public obsession/paranoia about colds and flus. The story seems to resonate with the current situation, making it a relevant and engaging read. The characters and their experiences during the plague add depth and realism to the narrative. Overall, it's a good read that offers some food for thought.
I read The Plague, which is an outstanding piece of literature. However, I couldn't locate that book listed independently. It had a profound impact on me during my college days. It was the very first book that I "had to read" in a literature class. At that time, I was so naïve, but this book truly opened my eyes to the harsh realities of pain, suffering, death, and tragedy - the real life that exists beyond our comfortable bubbles. As a result of reading this book, I decided to major in English. It's quite possible that this book steered me in that particular direction. It made me realize the power of words and literature to touch our souls and make us think deeply about the human condition.