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Who Made This Cover for ‘the Stranger’

It is commonly said that you can’t judge a book by its cover. Most people have a story where this wasn’t true and here’s mine.

Cover of The Stranger by Albert Camus

Help me internet! Who designed this cover?

This amazing cover to Camus’ “The Stranger” got me to read this book and my life was never the same afterward. But before I tell the story of its impact on me I must ask: “Does anyone know about who made this cover or who this troupe on the cover is?”

This cover was one of my first exposures to conceptual art. I had never seen anything like this: the make-up, the absurd yet regimented uniforms, the implication of “theatah.” I had to know more. I went out and bought my own copy of the book for a few dollars at a local used book store and read the strange work whose famous beginning Today mother died. Or perhaps yesterday, I’m not sure clearly signaled to me that I wasn’t in the realm of school-sanctioned literature anymore. The cover feels French (certainly likely giving Camus’ Algerian-French heritage) and recalls some of the set design of Jean-Pierre Ponnelle and thus dates it to the late 60’s early 70’s, but cover art information is not included in my copy with this art. If anyone knows, please @-message me on Twitter!

Impact

I won’t say that I liked the book, I won’t say that I liked the protagonist, Mersault, but the worldview behind the character was rich and read like a thought experiment about what it would be like to have emotions stripped from you, what the burden of murder might be, and what might make life worth living.

It was my introduction to Camusian Existentialism and the book left a monumental wake in my life. Owing to the cover and the book I would learn French and buy a copy of “L’Étranger,” read it in its native idiom and still come up short in an attempt to qualtify and compartmentalize it. My inability to compartmentalize it and box it up lead me to search for more answers and, utlimately, lead to my Philosophy BA.

I would love to know who made this cover though.

Move to New York Update

It’s been about 16 days since I announced our pending move to New York, so I thought it would be a good time to give an update.

On the 10th of this month Lauren and I had the great pleasure of attending my cousin’s wedding in Los Angeles. It was a wonderful affair in the open air patio at the Oviatt Penthouse. There we were able to see my sister, brother-in-law, mom, aunts, uncles, cousins and their spouses. It was a wonderful visit to LA: sunny and hot, but not too hot with a warm glowing evening that lay rich upon the night-crawling denizens of West Hollywood.

Thence we flew to NYC JFK and spent the next week looking for a new home. We worked with a wonderful broker named Alexa Williams with Elliman. She took us around to a beautiful property in the Battery: high above other skyscrapers we could look down and across Manhattan’s stock exchange districts. From the sky deck we could look out over the East River, look toward Staten Island and see the Statue of Liberty…it was a dream.

But it wasn’t for us. It was too corporate, too far from a safe green space, too close to my work, and, frankly, for an Austin / San Franciscan type, just too darn busy. We also tried another gorgeous property in Greenwich Village. But again, for a couple with a poodle the terrain was too small and too far from the green that our little Byron loves so much.

Sadly, the spaces just didn’t feel right. We were back to square one. We found a broker who specialized in Brooklyn and the Prospect Park area and she said she knew of a unit that was just about to hit the market. We were invited to come out and check it out. When we entered it we just knew that it was the one.

It’s a 3rd floor, walk-up, 1 bedroom in the Park Slope neighborhood. It’s most special feature is that it’s one block away from Prospect Park. The space is freshly refurbished with new appliances throughout. We spent the rest of the trip arranging cash and paperwork but when we got back on the Virgin flight back to LAX we had a signed contract for our habitation beginning on November 15, 2014.

One crucial and very, very big piece of our relocation has been locked in. The next steps are packing, moving, and becoming landlords ourselves. Gulp. Today we went and picked up the collapsed boxes of another couple in San Francisco who just moved apartments. We loaded up my car with their boxes and dumped them in our living room floor. Now comes the boxing part of the move.

We’re going to be getting out of here a few days ahead of the 15th.

Moving to New York

Lauren, Byron and I are moving to New York…

…and we are blissed out about it. We had a wonderful experience of the city and its people while we were there this summer and we want to go back and experience more of what NYC has to offer.

"Lauren and I atop the Empire State Building"

Details after the jump.

Byron

During my hiatus I didn’t mention the fact that we bought a dog. We bought a gorgeous moyen poodle from Karbit Poodles. We had been tossing around the idea for years but I just think we finally felt that the time was right.

"Mr. Red Collar Boy"

Why a Poodle

Poodles are a good match for allergy sufferers (me) and they’re very intelligent, trainable, and athletic which was a strong requirement for Lauren. Like most people I had that French foo-foo conception of a Poodle but that’s not true! A Poodle is a working dog: bred to be an assistant to subsistence fishermen in marshy estuaries (like the Thames). It was in this environment that the arms race for intelligence started and thus the poodle is a highly intelligent breed that lives to serve.

I didn’t know they were so versatile and intelligent, but as we researched the breed, the more we wanted to meet one. I found some breeders in Northern California, but none of them had puppies. One of the breeder did tell me that a breeder in Reno had just had a litter and that I could go meet those puppies and that, at worst, “it’d be a beautiful drive this time of year.” I contacted Karin, the proprietor, and she sent us pics of her beautiful litter and we immediately fell in love with Mr. Red Collar Boy.

More pictures and Q&A after the jump….

Catching Up to 2014

My last update was about this time year ago. At that time I was starting to feel a need for a change professionally. I had been working doing Rails and JavaScript at shopittome.com and I was thinking that I might want to pursue something different. I loved the team there though so it wasn’t particularly urgent for me to leave but then Fate made a move.

I received an email from a recruiter (nothing new) but this one had actually taken a look at my work and at my conference talks and wanted to know if I had ever considered putting my skills and interests into teaching. He also asked if I would be willing to talk to some of the staff at devbootcamp.com.

The Panhandling Game

Like most modern, large cities, San Francisco has no shortage of homelessness or panhandlers. What I was unaware of was the level of organization.

I had to do a mid-afternoon run to Walgreens to drop off some photos to be developed. While I was standing there the manager was detained by a guy pressuring him to “cut me a deal, man” such that the juice that was on sale would have a similar price discount applied to another juice. The manager insisted that that was not possible and after a bit of a give and take the customer relented and went on his merry way.

As luck would happen the price-conscious patron was headed to the corner by my office to meet up with his wife and daughter. As he approached the little girl, adorably perched on a retaining wall edge yelled: “It’s Daddy! I want kisses!”

“My goodness,” thought I, “the man was doing it for his family!” I was touched by the dream of a scrappy family minding the dimes and quarters in this Maybach and Cristal city. I headed back to the office slightly warmer from the emotional sunshine.

A few hours later it was time to leave and as I reapproached the same corner. There I saw the wife and the adorable daughter. Daughter was swinging on mom’s leg, mom held a cup out, a sign was up asking for change.

As I lingered reconciling what I was seeing with what I had seen, I peeked quickly but keenly through the tall grasses in the garden behind the aforementioned retaining wall. There I could hear Daddy sniffling.

I suppose he was there to lurk out of scene to make sure that the girls weren’t interfered with in their money-making.

I walked away a bit more jaded than I was before.

I came to a woman seated on the sidewalk with two dirty tots sitting next to her on a flattened cardboard box. The cup was out. An older gentleman in a find hat passed them and turned back with a dollar in his hand.

To the poor or to the pimps?

Read: ‘Sum’ by David Eagleman

Based on an interview with Eagleman that I heard on To the Best of Our Knowledge, I thought I would give his book, Sum a read. The book offers in its first four chapters a layperson’s guide for understanding consciousness and provides an introduction to the neuroanatomical features of the brain. The book then portrays how the brain operates as, to borrow from Doris Kearns Goodwin, a “team of rivals” of which consciousness quite often has no control. Thereafter Eagleman makes a thoughtful presentation on how society ought punish and judge in a world where the assumption of free will, a concept at the heart of jurisprudence since antiquity, appears shaky by virtue of the previous discussion.

While the opening chapters offered little innovation compared to other pop neuroscience texts, their rudiments allowed the exciting explorations around law and culpability to be presented in the latter chapters.

Translating Giordano Bruno

I have finished translating (although I’m not sure the level of proficiency) the first quarto page of Bruno’s “On the Shadows of Ideas.”

It’s been a real treat to get back into Latin.1

You can see my progress at my Github hosted blog site dedicated to the translation: Translating Bruno’s DE VMBRIS IDEARVM.

Footnotes

  1. “Treat” coming from the ancient Latin word meaning “profound pain” requiring a half-dozen of grammatical references, grimoires, and dictionaries.

Talking to Friends With Children

All of my college and post-college friends are married and have children. I will go so far as to note that none of them have babies (which was a cute and novel phase) anymore, all of them have real-deal children, small humans with free will who have some semblance of the capability to reason and to express themselves: children. The kind of whom is said “We took X hiking for the first time” or “Can now ride his bike without training wheels.”

So when our busy schedules line up such that we can catch up, their stories and lives largely revolve around these small humans: kindergarten choices, the “strip off all your clothes and run around the neighborhood” incident etc. I love these stories, they make me laugh, they make me cry. They’re great stories told by wonderful people about amazing small beings becoming wonderful people.

But then, reciprocally, I’m asked “What’s been up with you?” or “What are you doing tomorrow?” and I feel incredibly awkward. Because the truth is, my day-to-day is, to be honest, kind of the envy of the weary, responsibility-laden parent.

So there you are, in the lovely home, decorated with lovely finger-painted pictures, near folded bibs and pajamas and made ready for loading up in to small, sticker-covered dressers in adorable purple rooms bedecked with stuffed animals and they ask you this and, if you reply honestly, you will sound like a complete jerk or someone who’s “rubbing it in.”

“Well I was planning on sleeping until I woke up, then grabbing some pancakes at this brunch place up the street, then maybe reading a book I got from the library that’s due back next week, then a nap, and then going grocery shopping before it gets crowded.”

Jerk

Birth

I don’t favor magical thinking or magical explanations. I’m a rationalist. But I would like to magically think in this post. This is how I think poetically about childbirth. This feels a bit like it has the voice of Gabriel Garcia Marquez to it (or I like to fancy such!) but it’s something I’ve had scribbled in a file for a while now. It also has some Dante influences.

Motherhood and The Voyage Across

When children are conceived, the father gives half of his body and the mother half of hers. When those germs meet inside the mother, a body begins to grow.

She loves the body inside for nine months, she nourishes the body with her blood, she gives it her food, she gives it her water; but it does not have a soul yet. She gathers the soul for the body on the day the child is born.

On that day, the body inside will quest for the light, but the mother, she must quest across the sea of Death.

Labor is pure pain and focuses the mother on her single task. The pain is stern and hard to convince her soul to release itself from her own body. Life requires mingling with Death and challenging Death is always done by souls, never by bodies. Her soul must swim across a river claimed by Death to the Heavenly Realm where souls waiting to be born wait for their mothers. Her soul ties a spiritual tether to her body and then, pried from the body by her pain, it swims a black, dark sea.