Jean Cocteau's The Impostor is a depressing book that paints a portrait of people attempting to establish themselves, to put it in a cliche 'to find themselves,' during the horrors of World War I. Much like the two books I read in the week following this it ends traumatically with the protagonists gruesome death.
The book was a short, quick, relatively dull read but the foundation it laid for the later French magnates of literature (Camus, Sartre) is very evident. In the end an important book that didn't move me much nor, would I necessarily recommend it to a friend.
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