https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2013/11/07/camus-and-algeria-moral-question/
Fiction of course— but due to current events elsewhere— I was thinking of a few pieces I read over the years about Camus, Sartre, & Simone de Beauvoir
and the conflict in Algeria during their lifetime. https://www.npr.org/sections/parallels/2013/11/07/243536815/on-his-100th-birthday-camus-algerian-ties-still-controversial
Discussion
they all have a special role in my work/life. mainly camus. his premature death, his principles, even his existencialism which differs so much from sartre’s. his algeria is definetely my lebanon. furthermore: “Camus' stance on the Algerian war infuriated both the left and right at the time.” sounds familiar.
You must know a great deal more about him than me— thank you for sharing this. I did not know you had a connection to Lebanon.
Camus walked in his different worlds with compassion & wisdom— I’ve also read praise & criticism about him
from both sides.
Here is a page from Claire Messud’s book— the literary critic whose article about Camus that I shared. And a picture of my grandfather (I tuck photos in my books)— my grandfather worked in the Steel Mills & I love this photo— he was probably getting ready to go hunting. I still write letters to my older cousin— my grandfather used to take him out & hunt. My grandfather was also wise. My cousin lives out in the wilds of Arizona. 
by his colleagues, as well. dunno (and I really dunno). I just feel there’s more than choice out there, and it’s pretty much #theAbsurdOfExistence when/where you’re simply choiceless. that’s it.
I must read more critics, actually. keep on sharing, my kindle is hungry.
good-looking grapa, yours. tucking pics in books is definetely something I’ll start doing. that image caught me. must be some hella feelings, good stuff to work on.
and lebanon… welp. my grandpas are from there. my father and uncles as well — are least, on their birth certificates. I was born in brazil but I also have lebanese citizenship. and my daughter’s mother is also lebanese descendant, her grandma was. first time I fell in love, btw, was with a… belly dancer? I was 7, she was doing a show in this lebanese social club. noice memory, heh
Absurdity— yes!
Thank you & thank you for sharing that connection & memory!