The first two volumes of his Notebooks began as simple instruments of his work; this final volume, recorded over the last nine years of his life, take on the characteristics of a more personal diary. Fearing that his memory was beginning to fail him, Camus noted here his reactions to the polemics stirred by The Rebel, his feelings about the Algerian War, his sojourns in Greece and Italy, thinly veiled observations on his wife and lovers, heartaches over his family, and anxiety over the Nobel Prize that he was awarded in 1957.
|Publisher:||Dee, Ivan R. Publisher|
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About the Author
Albert Camus (1913-1960) was an Algerian-born French author, philosopher, and journalist. He is generally considered one of the fathers of Existentialism along with Jean-Paul Sartre (though Camus is famously quoted as saying "I am not an Existentialist"). Camus is most well known for his books The Stranger and The Plague, which have become classic examples of Absurdist and Existential Literature. In 1957, he won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
What People are Saying About This
"Ryan Bloom has superbly contextualized his highly readable translation of Camus's last working notebooks. His translator's note, a model of its kind, explains why he lets Camus's French echo through the English."--(Marilyn Gaddis-Rose, Distinguished Service Professor of Comparative Literature, Binghamton University)
"This is the intimate record - the only one we have - of the final years of Albert Camus. Years that should have been glorious, leading up to and including his Nobel Prize. But for Camus they were the saddest years. He had lost the ideological battle to his arch-enemy Jean-Paul Sartre, or at least he was meant to feel that he had. He was genuinely ill, acknowledging defeat from illness of a lifetime. Death - his own - is a leitmotiv running through this journal. He would of course die soon after writing these final pages. He died not because of his lungs but when a friend drove their automobile into a tree. Camus would have enjoyed the irony of this, for irony was another of his leitmotivs. Now we can be grateful that Camus put so much of his existence into his notebooks, grateful to his family for allowing them to be published, and to his publishers for giving them to us."--(Herbert Lottman, author of Albert Camus, a Biography)
"'From the moment that I am no longer more than a writer, I shall cease to write.' Camus declared this credo for himself in Carnete 1942-51. It is valid for all of us who write and is as passionately evident in this later collection of his notebooks written until the year of his death. He was a great writer, one of the few of his time, and is for all time; true to his convictions, more than a writer, a man who took on human responsibility in individual action for justice."