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A bit late at the office last night, a fast bite on the way home, and the twilight subway where I sat near a young man reading; and I offered Albert Camus' The Stranger as he prepared to exit the car.
He remarked his thanks but he had read The Stranger, and said that he regretted his leaving prevented further discussion of Camus. And he had read Sartre and de Beauvoir.
About two years ago, I was reading Pollock's Spinoza before a revisit to The Ethic, and another kid asked if I had read Spinoza, or Maimonides; which considering his age was rather surprising.
The subway is often a much more interesting trip than the more urbane Rock Island with lawyers, judges, politicos, news anchors, bankers and the like wielding The New York Times or Wall Street Journal.
Years ago, I met a girl in a bar and, after chatting a bit, asked her for her number and called her for a date soon after. On the first date, she told me "The Stranger" was her favorite book. Thought it was an odd choice, so I went home and re-read (at the time, I hadn't read it in, probably 10 or so years). That is one horribly depressing book and she was, as I got to know her, definitely a depressed person.
The only other quirky part of this story is that she had a very common last name, so it wasn't until we had dated a bit that we discovered I knew here sister - had worked with her at my prior job. NYC is not a small city and stuff like this doesn't happen often - but that was kinda kookie. And her sister was an incredibly upbeat, positive person - they were opposites, but very close sisters.