When Saramago got the Nobel Prize, I read his book “Blindness”, expecting something like Albert Camus’ “La peste”, and in a way this was not completely wrong.
Saramago is more absurd, more abstract, and there is less human warmth. When I read the book, I was tentatively inclined to read more, but although I bought “Seeing” a few years later, I never read it. Somehow “Blindness” had failed to deeply touch me.
Am I missing something?