Camus, a Romance by Elizabeth Hawes
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t finish this book, no matter how much I love Camus, the author. I got to page 193 and gave up. Hawes is in love with Camus, like literally, and her sentimentality and romantic idealization throw the book off base. Even when she’s talking about his faults, it’s as though she wants to slightly scold a boy child. She takes it pretty easy on him. Now, like I said, I love Camus and have read most of what he’s written. I consider The Plague to be the greatest novel ever written. I even love A Happy Death! But this book simply bored me. And it bothered me a little too. Hawes seems like a stalker in this book. It took me out of my comfort zone. She’s a little too engrossed in her subject. But, boy, could she have written a more scintillating book! It was just flat out boring, and in the end, that’s why I couldn’t bring myself to finish it. Pity. I’m giving it three stars instead of two because of the subject matter.
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