L'Etranger

Back at a time when my brain cells weren't properly nourished, I attempted on reading Albert Camus' The Stranger. You know that très pretentieux kind of demeanour wherein you say you like it when en fait, you really have a hard time going through it. Well, it was the same thing for me seeing for the first time a Godard and a Truffaut. I guess what is crucial these days is how you enrich that hyperconsciousness of yours. It's like you have to be a kind of a know-it-all in order to survive in today's landscape. You have to be aware of a period-less kind of continuity wherein it's as if the 16th century went side by side with the 20th century. It gets too mixed up and it is never easy to cope up with it. In any case, I think I'd much enjoy Camus if I read him now. Some two years later, I guess I can say that I am less daft but there could be no assurance. I'm prone towards this slur of words that sometimes conceals itself in this kind of supposed intellectual when it's somewhere along the lines of comme ci, comme ça. It's just really like contemporary art where shit can be institutionalised as art. D'ailleurs, it's much to my amusement that there was a film adaptation of that Camus roman I was talking about. Striking it more on the good note, it's directed by Luchino Visconti and stars two of my favourite actors- Marcello Mastroianni et Anna Karina. Sounds very tempting but it would also be sensible to reread Camus' The Stranger. I figured out I need to reread some of the things I've read previously so as not to forget them and see if I'd love them even more if I did so. Finalement, It has also crossed my mind that maybe if I re-watch Hitchcock's Spellbound avec Ingrid Bergman and Gregory Peck as I admit watching it with a bit of sleeping at parts here and there. This goes with the hope that I might actually enjoy it the second time around, non?