Albert Camus: The Life of the Artist – A Mimodrama in Two Parts (1953)
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I ask because the person who recommended it to me saw the protagonist as a hero -- someone inspiring.
I read it as a cautionary tale. It showed me one could be apathetic to a fault in regards to their fate. The only thing he seemed to care about was actively not caring about his or others' lives.
When I got older and moved away from home, I began to better understand "The Absurd" that Camus talks about. I had been struggling with the idea that I sought a logical reason for absolutely everything, but was unable to find one in many cases.
The acceptance of "The Absurd" allowed me to deal with the fact that meaning is often obscured or unattainable. I find it much easier to accept the world as it is without burdening myself with attempting (futilely) to logically explain everything. Things just are.
That being said, I don't reject logic at all; a question I was struggling with was "logically, why should I value logic?" Camus helped explain to me the absurdity of this question, and existence, and to accept that it would remain unanswered.
Camus also helped me to find joy in struggle. He says "The struggle to the summits suffices to fill the heart of man. One must imagine Sisyphus happy." I now accept that there isn't any deeper meaning to struggle and it's important to live in the moment. Everyone is struggling in their own way. Everyone is struggling for their own desires, and at the deepest level, there is no reason for it.
Another book I recommend for the same reasons as above is Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
However, I have to disagree with your conclusion (based on Camus) that questions remain unanswered. I think that's a failure -- Camus's failure as well as yours. It's easy to throw up your hands and say "I don't know. It is what it is." This is precisely the reason why I think "The Stranger" is a book with a lot of potential but ends up a failure. I suspect leaving things in limbo at the end is often masking the writer's (or director's) shortcomings.
You're probably happy with your life as a result, but you're taking the easy road and that road leads to nowhere.
In the meantime, I'll continue to stay unhappy and flabbergasted by the discrepancy between logic and fairness on one side and society on the other.
You have to ask yourself why you perceive one road as being better or more noble than another. Once you reach the root of this question, I believe you will find that you have no reason to believe that one is better than the other and you have your beliefs for no other reason that "it is what it is."
As Wittgenstein said:"At the core of all well-founded belief lies belief that is unfounded.”
I read your other comment about your having a troubled childhood. I can relate.
When I was 14 I started reading everything Camus ever published. I became very withdrawn. My family became very concerned. I wrote important phrases by Camus and stuck them on my wall. Pretty soon my entire wall had Camus phrases. My dad's psychologist (and my family) recommended I should 'explore' other types of literature. It was a very tough time. Except for me, I viewed my depression as crippling.
Yes, I was a very logical child, as yourself, but, as Camus suggests, viewing life as absurd leads to a very morose nihilism. I skipped school and was about to fail secondary school. I didn't care. I didn't excel at school, I excelled at philosophy, but that didn't really matter in secondary.
Every single book I read by Camus influenced me and was a stab to the heart. He sometimes wrote on the troubling matter of adults not willing to understand adolescents, and I felt very much misunderstood. Plus, I was also torn between two cultures; one rooted in tradition and another which was very progressive.
The Myth of Sisyphus has references which might help to know or understand before jumping into it. The Stranger is definitely more accessible and, for obvious reasons, it is his most widely read book. But the protagonist in that book is a bit of a character study. I think at one point I related to him, but stopped saying so, because a lot of people interpret Meursault as a sociopath. I don't think I was a sociopath, but was deeply confused about the world in which I lived and distanced/detached myself from everything to understand my world better. It's hard to explain, especially here.
The First Man was the first book that ever made me cry. I never really knew my mother, and this book is about a boy named Jacques, and his relationship with his mother. It is also about a boy's reservations about living in poverty, and living with a poor family (and everything that entails), which I got to experience very early in my life. But it is also a metaphor for cultures colliding: Spanish (which also happens to be my grandparents' culture) and a more 'modern' one, French (in my case, English-speaking North American). Of course, it has Algerian references, as well.
I highly recommend Camus. For those who've never read him, I would recommend these, in this order:
A Happy Death
The Stranger
The First Man
Exile and the Kingdom
Resistance, Rebellion, and Death
I would place The First Man first, but it is a very different book from everything else Camus has written (except his diaries, I guess). My favourite Camus book is definitely The First Man.
Camus also seems to be one of the philosophers who actually looked cool.
(Once we're on a few tens of planets, navel-gaze all you want.)
Meaningless from a universal point of view.
I suspect your answer might be buried in that there sentence.
Beautiful. I've never heard of this one, though I'm a french native speaker and was quite interested in post-ww2 literature during my twenties.