Since we are on the subject, why is it that all contemporary literary depictions of ennui I can remember are reserved for the most privileged members of the dominant culture? It’s like ennui is reserved for a certain class, for a certain socio economic status, for a certain type of person.
I cannot remember reading of “working class ennui” or “Global South immigrant ennui” or any such tour de force in our current pop culture. For them, ennui is replaced by anger, bitterness, resentment, etc.
Maybe that’s why I still love Camus so much. I cannot think of anyone since L’etrange, who made it possible for a character to be simultaneously disenfranchised and filled with this melancholy and dissatisfaction.
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