When I read “The Stranger” at age 17 it confirmed my suspicions that everything didn’t happen for a reason. Things don’t even out in the end. Karma is bullshit. Morality is a matter of choice. Chance conquers all.
While this discovery felt momentous at first, I was soon disappointed to find that a great number of hack artists were inspired by the very same epiphany. Nothing is more boring, more jejune, more insufferable, than a crappy artist whose work aspires to be “absurd,” “surreal,” “avant garde,” etc.
Without humor or pathos, absurdity is boring, don’t you think?