What does one do about the bad joke called life?
That was pretty much the basic question in the remarkably cohesive work of the founder of absurdism, lover of cars and women and a colonialist in spite of everything. Life as the ultimate act of resistance against meaninglessness.
Absurde Held is a play that pays tribute to the absurd hero he who's name we are not going to call became when, at the age of forty-six, he was killed in a car accident on his way to catch the train. In, around and in between the man's oeuvre, Lazarus searches for kinship, emotion and commitment, for rebellion and acceptance, for precise words and crystal-clear thoughts, for the smell of fried fish and the sounds of a summer night by the sea.