Camus, Again

I’ve already posted this, but thought I’d do so again. There are two reasons for that. First, because I’ve just discovered how to embed Soundcloud postings to my blog (which looks a lot cooler than just having a link in blue). And, second, because I fear we still need to be reminded of this excerpt from Camus’ book, The Plague. Even as I write this, states are opening, people are removing their masks, and the Orange One in the White House is encouraging disregard of the most common sense precautions.

I understand the motivations to open the economy, even in the midst of a pandemic, but I do not understand the eagerness to do so stupidly.

But, then, as Camus puts it, stupidity often gets its way...even at the cost of the death of the innocent and pure.

Anyway, here am I doing a bit of (depressing) reading aloud. If you find it too much a downer, check out my readings of love poetry afterwards.






About me: I’m a writer and former journalist who has published material on everything from computers to the Jazz Age. (Among my small claims to fame is that I interviewed Steve Jobs just after that talented if complicated man got kicked out of Apple, and just before the company’s Board came begging him to come back.)

Please check out my new book, Padre: To The Island, a meditation on mortality, grief, and joy, based on the lives and deaths of two of the most amazing and unconventional people I ever met, my mother and father.

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