I’m reading this for the third time.
Albert Camus is one of my favorite authors.
I read The Plague in college, liked it so much that I bought it 20 years ago and read it a second time.
The other day I took my son to an appointment, and I decided I wanted something to read while waiting (besides lame recipe magazines). I grabbed the first book I could find sitting in the bedroom which is saying quite a bit because my bedroom currently borders on hurricane-level messiness.
I grabbed it and we ran.
This is the first paper book I’ve read in years since I’ve turned my back on the beautiful purity of bound books for the siren call of the Kindle.
My experience with Kindles has been shit, and Amazon, in recent years, has been shit as well.
I considered replacing it with a Nook until this relapse in which I re-discovered the absolute visceral joy of holding and reading a real book! It brought back my youth. I don’t need an e-reader. Nothing matches a physical book, and real books are what I shall continue reading. Amazon can take its Kindle and shove it up its collective, too-big-to-care-anymore ass.
Now, in a nutshell, to set the stage for something I want to cite from the book, a plague has beset a remarkably average citizenry in an equally unremarkable town in Northern Africa. In anticipation of heading off the spread of the virulent disease, authorities essentially “close the town down” and do not allow anyone to enter or leave. Even the use of telephones faces restriction.
Camus embarks on several pages of narrative where he describes the atmosphere of the town as it slowly acclimates to this sliver in time where it was “frozen” by the civic quarantine. And he describes something I found very interesting and which escaped my first 2 reads simply because the internet, social media and blogging were not existent, or in very primitive forms, at the time.
On my third read, these paragraphs now strike me for their prescience, being that I am now “living the future.”
Do you notice it?