“I conclude that all is well,” says Oedipus, and that remark is sacred. It echoes in the wild and limited universe of man. It teaches that all is not, has not been, exhausted. It drives out of this world a god who had come into it with dissatisfaction and a preference for futile suffering. It makes of fate a human matter, which must be settled among men. — The Myth of Sysiphus
I'm putting together summer reading list should I start with Dostoyevsky, Camus, or Kafka? And which book do you recommend for each?