Most of us had to read this once (or twice) in college and I was no exception. I could never quite warm to this story of Meursault, a young Frenchman living in colonial Algiers whose tale begins with his mother's death. He is seemingly a stranger to the human experiences of sadness, love, desire, and joy, and it is this detachment (I guess) that leads him to stumble into an act of horrible violence.
All the same, I was engrossed by Ferrandez' beautiful representation of Camus' novel. His depiction of the colonial city under the harsh north African sun and the light reflecting cruelly off the sea were terrific.
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