We all have times when we become disillusioned. When we feel unmoored. It can be a midlife crisis, a personal tragedy, or it might appear for no reason at all. What do you do then?

At the extreme. When you hit existential rock-bottom and life just doesn’t make sense? Who can help us here?

Well, I can think of a guy…

Albert Camus (pronounced exactly as it is not spelled) looked like he stepped out of a black-and-white noir film and into a philosophy seminar. He was a dark-roast existentialist; ...