04 December 2013

Comp Lit: On the Road & The Stranger

On the Road, Original Scroll, by Jack Kerouac, circa 1947

I first met Neal not long after my father died…I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won’t bother to talk about except that it really had something to do with my father’s death and the awful feeling that everything was dead.


The Stranger by Albert Camus, 1942 (tr. Ward)

Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. I got a telegram from the home: Mother deceased. Funeral tomorrow. Faithfully yours. That doesn't mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday.

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