Fitting for the times we’re living, The Plague by Albert Camus (winner of the 1957 Nobel Prize in Literature before his untimely death in 1960 in a car accident) is a story that seems to mean more in our reality today, than it did when it was released nearly seventy years ago. Originally an allegory… Continue reading The Plague Written by Albert Camus Review by Andrew H. Kuharevicz (For the Beacon)
... good ol Sal if he was born today his story of America and Dean couldn’t be told. No endless sentences without break, and no spontaneous creation nor no beat in Detroit, with no food and sleeping in the library reading about the woods and the Oregon trail. There’s be no highway and no popping bennies or sleepless nights in Denver. Be no Brooklyn bridge and no close calls with cops. There’d be no Marylou and no dying in Mexico City. There’d be no protagonist and there’d be no writer, at least the same kind of writer that actually happened.