Skip to comments.Albert Camus -- forever modern
Posted on 11/07/2013 1:11:17 PM PST by Borges
Albert Camus, who would be 100 years old Thursday, is ageless. The French Algerian's life and work reflect the long tragedy of the 20th century, marked by disquiet, genocide and violence, but his diagnosis of our absurd condition, and his effort to find not a cure (there is none) but the proper response, tie him just as firmly to the new millennium.
Camus lived on intimate terms with the absurd. He lost his father, whom he never knew, in the war to end all wars that emphatically failed in that regard. He was a French intellectual from working-class Algiers, a writer raised by a grandmother who could not read and a mother who could not read and could scarcely speak. And he discovered mortality as an athletic teenager, when he began to cough up blood from his tubercular lungs.
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Everything happens for a reason:
1) To help you feel at home in the world
2) to help you totally accept yourself
3) to show you that you can let go of fear
4) to bring you to a place where you can feel forgiveness
5) to help you uncover your true hidden talent
6) to give you what you need to find true love
7) to help you become stronger
8) to help you discover the play in life
9) to show you how to live with a sense of mission
10)to help you become a truly good person
I had to buy and read The Stranger in college. I think there was a gun pointed to my head.
Never knew Camus was a pied-noir.
French Algerians got royally screwed by De Gaulle back in 1962. Lost everything & boarded ship as penniless refugees.
At least they burned their Renault cars in that soccer field to keep the muzzies from seizing them.
I found The Plague fascinating. Camus denied that it was an existentialist novel and in that I concur. I do think there's an awful lot of postwar commentary going on under the surface. Great book club material. Happy B-day Albert, wherever you are. We must imagine him happy...
You are right.
The wrong first line sprang to mind when I saw the post — dang cobwebs in the brain.
The Plague inspired me to be a writer.