The romance of Camus and Casares is richer, if not sadder, when considered alongside the narratives of each of their work. There is an eerie doubling of life and art. Absurdity is the only certainty, and this is confirmed over and over again by coincidence and chance. The two first met on June 6, 1944, the storied … Continue reading
Le monde est ce qu’il est, c’est-à-dire peu de chose. C’est ce que chacun sait depuis hier grâce au formidable concert que la radio, les journaux et les agences d’information viennent de déclencher au sujet de la bombe atomique. On nous apprend, en effet, au milieu d’une foule de commentaires enthousiastes que n’importe quelle ville … Continue reading
A HOUSEFLY had been circling for the last few minutes in the bus, though the windows were closed. An odd sight here, it had been silently flying back and forth on tired wings. Janine lost track of it, then saw it light on her husband’s motionless hand. The weather was cold. The fly shuddered with each … Continue reading
Camus’ relationship with his wife was falling apart due to his indiscretions with other women. Francine then tried to commit suicide which left Camus with a sense of guilt. From 1955 to 1956, Camus wrote for L’Express. In 1957 he was awarded the Nobel Prize in literature “for his important literary production, which with clear-sighted … Continue reading
I spent a long time looking at faces, drinking in smiles. Am I happy or unhappy? It’s not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity. Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn … Continue reading
“On parle de la douleur de vivre. Mais ce n’est pas vrai, c’est la douleur de ne pas vivre qu’il faut dire.” Albert Camus Albert Camus, restera comme une figure singulière dans la culture et l’histoire : immense écrivain, penseur à la fois engagé et en rupture avec son époque et, fait rare, homme d’exception, … Continue reading
The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor. If one believes Homer, Sisyphus was the wisest and most prudent … Continue reading