By Eddy Montilla.
(Taken from the book Real stories told as fiction)
“I know where the pixie is!” The child said and rushed into the bedroom. 808 more words
It’s amusing to wonder what the Wehrmacht censors thought when presented with Albert Camus’ novella The Stranger for their approval in 1942. One can imagine them getting together in a smoke-filled meeting room, looking into each other’s eyes to see if any of them had taken any particular offense (or even any particular meaning) from the book and then, with a collective shrug, approved it for lack of any better idea. 491 more words