Dee apžvelgė autoriaus Albert Camus knygą The Stranger
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Thank you to the stranger trying to get to Stepney Green from Liverpool st. last year who reminded me I’ve been neglecting this read.
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Publikuota 2021 m. gruodžio 31 d., Rowohlt Taschenbuch Verlag GmbH.
«Mir wurde klar, dass ich das Gleichgewicht des Tages zerstört hatte, die außergewöhnliche Stille eines Strandes, an dem ich glücklich gewesen war. Da habe ich noch viermal auf einen leblosen Körper geschossen, in den die Kugeln eindrangen, ohne dass man es ihm ansah. Und es war wie vier kurze Schläge, mit denen ich an das Tor des Unglücks hämmerte.»
Die Geschichte eines jungen Franzosen in Algerien, den ein lächerlicher Zufall zum Mörder macht, wurde 1942 im besetzten Frankreich zu einer literarischen Sensation. Der Roman bedeutete den schriftstellerischen Durchbruch für Albert Camus und gilt heute als einer der Haupttexte des Existenzialismus.
L'Étranger (French: [l‿e.tʁɑ̃.ʒe]) is a 1942 novella by French author Albert Camus. Its theme and outlook are often cited as examples of Camus' philosophy, absurdism coupled with existentialism, though Camus personally rejected the latter label.The title character is Meursault, an indifferent French Algerian described as "a citizen of France domiciled …
«Mir wurde klar, dass ich das Gleichgewicht des Tages zerstört hatte, die außergewöhnliche Stille eines Strandes, an dem ich glücklich gewesen war. Da habe ich noch viermal auf einen leblosen Körper geschossen, in den die Kugeln eindrangen, ohne dass man es ihm ansah. Und es war wie vier kurze Schläge, mit denen ich an das Tor des Unglücks hämmerte.»
Die Geschichte eines jungen Franzosen in Algerien, den ein lächerlicher Zufall zum Mörder macht, wurde 1942 im besetzten Frankreich zu einer literarischen Sensation. Der Roman bedeutete den schriftstellerischen Durchbruch für Albert Camus und gilt heute als einer der Haupttexte des Existenzialismus.
L'Étranger (French: [l‿e.tʁɑ̃.ʒe]) is a 1942 novella by French author Albert Camus. Its theme and outlook are often cited as examples of Camus' philosophy, absurdism coupled with existentialism, though Camus personally rejected the latter label.The title character is Meursault, an indifferent French Algerian described as "a citizen of France domiciled in North Africa, a man of the Mediterranean, an homme du midi yet one who hardly partakes of the traditional Mediterranean culture." He attends his mother's funeral. Weeks later, he kills an Arab man in French Algiers, who was involved in a conflict with one of Meursault's neighbors. Meursault is tried and sentenced to death. The story is divided into two parts, presenting Meursault's first-person narrative view before and after the murder, respectively. In January 1955, Camus wrote this:
I summarized The Stranger a long time ago, with a remark I admit was highly paradoxical: "In our society any man who does not weep at his mother's funeral runs the risk of being sentenced to death." I only meant that the hero of my book is condemned because he does not play the game. The Stranger's first edition consisted of only 4,400 copies, which was so few that it could not be a best-seller. Since the novella was published during the Nazi occupation of France, there was a possibility that the Propaganda-Staffel would censor it, but a representative of the Occupation authorities felt it contained nothing damaging to their cause, so it was published without omissions. However, the novel was well received in anti-Nazi circles in addition to Jean-Paul Sartre's article "Explication de L'Étranger".Translated four times into English, and also into numerous other languages, the novel has long been considered a classic of 20th-century literature. Le Monde ranks it as number one on its 100 Books of the Century. The novel was twice adapted as films: Lo Straniero (1967) (Italian) by Luchino Visconti and Yazgı (2001, Fate) by Zeki Demirkubuz (Turkish).
Thank you to the stranger trying to get to Stepney Green from Liverpool st. last year who reminded me I’ve been neglecting this read.