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So Say We All: Thoughts on BSG’s Infamous Ending (Part Two)
July 20, 2012, 4:41 pm
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So Say We All: Thoughts on BSG’s Infamous Ending (Part Two).


So Say We All: Thoughts on Battlestar Gallactica (Part One)
July 16, 2012, 4:04 am
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Come read my reaction to BSG! So Say We All: Thoughts on Battlestar Gallactica (Part One).

Killing an Arab: Monday Thoughts on Camus’ “The Stranger”
July 3, 2012, 3:16 am
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Mondays always put me in an¬†existential¬†mood. Maybe because starting to do all over again what you did the previous week awakens a sense of despair and questioning. Mondays might remind me that I have a schedule that I can’t seem to break–a cycle of time that seems to go on endlessly. But why? Why do I do the same thing week after week, just waiting for something different in the pattern?

This Monday feeling got me thinking about Camu’s “The Stranger” and my frame of mind when I first read it. I remember being completely lost in life and feeling a sense of despair that wouldn’t go away. I had just graduated college and it seemed the world outside of academia not only frightened me, but it threatened to trap me. I didn’t know what I wanted to do or where I wanted to go. As soon as I read the first line of Camu’s “Stranger”: “Maman died today,” I was deeply engrossed. I wanted to know more about the awkward man who had some what of a disconnect from his life. The more I read, the more I realized that the story would take me somewhere unexpected. As soon as it got to the end and Meursalt kills the Arab, I finally got it. Meaursalt’s was a stranger not only to many but to himself. He¬†felt¬†alienated, alone and caught in the despair of the everyday. His mother’s death awakened an even bigger sense of all these emotions. What is¬†supposed¬†to be the point of life? I guess the irony is that the stranger is no stranger at all. Meursalt is such a¬†familiar¬†character to us all; we have all felt as he did and needed something to release us from¬†existential¬†despair.

Happy Monday…


Also…Here’s a link to an interesting¬†New Yorker¬† about the importance of translation in the opening line of Camus’ “The Stranger”¬†:¬†