I meant to post this earlier but was on the road. Albert Camus, age 46, died 52 years ago yesterday in a car crash near the small town of Villeblevin in Burgundy, while en route to Paris with his publisher. Looking back, reading Camus’s The Stranger as a lonely, diminutive ninth-grader marked a cataclysmic shift in my own thinking, and I’m forever grateful for his upsetting the apple cart of my stiflingly humdrum suburban existence.