Camus, Sartre, etc.

I didn't think I'd get around to blogging today, but I'm addicted.

I started reading Aronson's Camus & Sartre: the story of a friendship and the quarrel that ended it last night because, well, the NCAA basketball final was kind of boring. I am really enjoying the book.

I have always been interested in that place and time in history. I wrote a novel three years ago about Paris at the end of World War II. All the folks were in it such as Camus, Sartre, and Beauvoir. I was inspired by Camus's The Fall. The protagonist was my father as I imagined him at the end of World War II.

I did a lot of interesting research for the book. However, the novel suffered from a lack of confidence, courage, imagination, and style. Other than that, it was OK.

At any rate, the fish weren't biting. I might take another stab at it one day. I'd sure like to make it better than Beauvoir's The Mandarins--not that I dislike her book.