A very influential book. I remember the pleasure of reading this book while studying for A levels and trying to understand its wider significance. ( )

I liked it's beauty, it's honesty in dealing with the human condition without deifying or celebrating any part of it. I liked it's persistent unwillingness to look for any real meaning to life and man except the contradicting meanings of each of the individual characters. I liked the assembly of characters but most of all the beauty, the beauty in the description and the phrases, the beauty in all the ugly things. ( )

This is an incredibly boring book. I laboured all the way to part three in the hopes it would improve, but I was sorely disappointed. The language is too dense and the style is condescending - I feel as though I'm being talked down to. The blurb states that this book is supposed to be a metaphor for the German occupation of France - I simply cannot see it. anyhow, this is not a book I would recommend. ( )

I guess Camus is supposed to be the prototypical existentialist novelist. I also guess I don't like existentialist novels. I liked this book even less than I did The Stranger. There was no plot to speak of. There was also relatively little character development or characterisation at all. The characters that there are seem relatively like stock beings, and we do see them react to and change in response to the plague, but we only see this on a superficial level, I think, never really getting inside any of the characters' internal lives. Perhaps this is because, for existentialists, there's "nothing" there. ( )

A book I had to read for French class in college. I loved the way it was woven. An old classic. ( )