I’m glad I’m not the only one who sings the song.
There’s nothing **Nietzsche **couldn’t teach you 'bout the raising of the wrist.
Oh, dear Og, I had to laugh at that.
I had to read his tripe in college. If I never read anything written by Camus for the rest of my life and all of my next life, it still won’t be long enough.
Seriously? Do you reckon he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature solely for his nice wording?
I’ve only read The Stranger and The Plague in English translation. I would not recommend either to anyone. They’ve got to be better in French. N’cest pas?
I’ll go with Sartre, just because he had hallucinations about lobsters pursuing him.
Faulkner’s another good example of a Nobel laureate I would not inflict on anyone.
I had to read Sartre in university and probably got more out of him than I would have just reading him on my own thanks to class discussions and all that. (Yes, I know the quote above is regarding Camus, and I like Camus myself.)
Faulkner is one of the most original writer I’ve ever read and one of the few authors whose works I’d enjoy re-reading. (Just in case: no, I’m not a Marcel Proust fan.)
Now see, I do like Proust. I read and enjoyed his entire In Search of Lost Time epic. So to each his own.
Does Walker Percy count?
Sartre.
Had to read Being & Nothingness in college. I’ll pick anyone who isn’t Sartre.