The Least Valentine's Thing Ever



After some careful thought, I've decided that Albert Camus' novel "The Stranger" is the least appropriate thing to blog about on Valentine's Day. It's just fucking depressing. I'm certainly not that guy who harangues other people about what a genius Camus is, but I do really like this novel, despite the crushing weight of it's existentialist absurdism. My memory of listening to other people discuss "The Plague" a decade ago still makes me nauseous. Trying to explain the hopelessness of the human condition to rich teenage girls would depress even Nietzsche. On second thought, maybe the futility of that task simply reaffirms everything he believed.

Apparently there's a 1967 film of the novel starring that hunkiest of hunks, Marcello Mastroianni. It's not available on VHS or DVD, so someone (namely you, dear reader) should rectify that.
- posted by Mason @ 9:34 PM