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I realize that The Plague by Albert Camus is not such a confusing book as I thought when I began to read it. As I progressed along I found that it was not so much that I was getting confused about what was happening, but rather that I was letting my mind wander during those long series of pages where the narrator would ramble on about seemingly irrelevant topics. As a result the book is about as boring as a late 1940’s movie. I guess it was due to the fact that I was not reading deeply enough into those sections in an attempt to find correlations and higher meanings to the story as a whole. Or maybe I was trying too hard to get stoked and excited by and entirely unexciting book. Now I don’t want to send the wrong message, this book is much better than The Handmaids Tale, and as far as completing the existentialism topic for this month, The Plague does a very good job of giving voice and image to “existence precedes essence.” Maybe I’m just more of a nonfiction kind of person.