Another sketch in the famous author series, taken from a photograph in the Little Black  Book of Books.. Camus is perhaps someone to read in one's twenties, as I did, diligently consuming The Plague and A Happy Death, thinking of him as an ancient. Now I see he died at 46.  Not, ahem, that old at all. The heavy overcoat, worn in this photo, hints at Eastern Bloc winters and perhaps, the TB which hounded, one might say plagued him.
The distortion in these redos gives one a false sense of ownership. Obviously, rereading is needed.