johndiconsiglio 's review for:

2.0

You could call this fiercely angry little book a companion to The Stranger, but it reads more like a repudiation. The author, an Algerian journalist, comes not to praise Camus but to bury him—particularly for his colonialist egotism. The narrator is the brother of the nameless Arab impulsively murdered by Meursault, Camus’ existential anti-hero. Here, the Arab (& Algeria itself) not only gets a name, but a backstory. Unfortunately, it can’t match its ambitions. Inventive, but slow, long-winded & essentially plotless. Camus may have been cold-blooded, but he wasn’t dull.