Updated: Jun 27
Birth: November 7, 1913, Algeria
Death: January 4, 1960, France
Having an Alsatian father and a Spanish mother, Albert Camus had a poor childhood and lost his father at a young age.
However, Albert Camus never gave up and became one of the best writers of the world. He wrote dozens of masterpieces such as The Stranger, The Plague, The Myth of Sisyphus, The Fall, The First Man, The Rebel, Caligula, Notebooks...
I would like to share with you today; The Stranger by Albert Camus.
This is a great book and one I would have liked to have read in one sitting; I really didn't want to put it down and leave. I really don't know what to say about it though.
Meursault "main character" comes across as such an unlikeable character, because of his remoteness, coldness and selfishness.
But the book also raises many questions; who is The Stranger? Meursault, because he is so hard to get to know that he remains a stranger even to those who know him? Or is it the man on the beach who is shot, and whose name we don't know? Why is Meursault the way he is? Nature or nurture? I'll be thinking about this one for a while and will definitely be reading more of Camus.
People are different, and viewpoints can be different. We can't blame people for not reacting like every ordinary people to extraordinary situations...
“Mostly, I could tell, I made him feel uncomfortable. He didn't understand me, and he was sort of holding it against me. I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else. But really there wasn't much point, and I gave up the idea out of laziness.” /Albert Camus
“Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.” /Albert Camus
“I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored” /Albert Camus
“Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there’s always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.” /Albert Camus
“I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.” /Albert Camus
“I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.” /Albert Camus
“I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.” /Albert Camus
“Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.” /Albert Camus
“Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.” /Albert Camus
“After awhile you could get used to anything.” /Albert Camus
“I've never really had much of an imagination. But still I would try to picture the exact moment when the beating of my heart would no longer be going on inside my head.” /Albert Camus
“It is better to burn than to disappear.” /Albert Camus
“After another moment's silence she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.” /Albert Camus
“I felt the urge to reassure him that I was like everybody else, just like everybody else.” /Albert Camus
“For the first time in a long time I thought about Maman. I felt as if I understood why at the end of her life she had taken a 'fiancé,' why she had played at beginning again. Even there, in that home where lives were fading out, evening was a kind of wistful respite. So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again too.” /Albert Camus