reproduce this post, was the first book of Albert Camus, who died 50 years ago. Through him, I come back to you after four months of absence, but not to forget .
was late afternoon. My light footsteps, unhurried in a city street leading to hurry Donceles, known for its libraries in the City That old habit of visiting in the search reconnect with favorite authors, discover first editions, savoring the smell of stored, there remains no limits. This all makes sense. All have color. It takes little greatness. Without looking, I waited: Eco, Malraux, Dostoevsky, Sepulveda, Guillen, Carpentier, Garro, and in particular one: Camus. I thought I had read all of it and suddenly jump two gems: The reverse and the right and Exile and the kingdom. Never dreaming that that day would be rich, at home, beginning the first:
"It's very simple, this book is there, but in very few units that cost very expensive in bookstores, why will only be read by readers rich? Indeed, why what? "
In his beautiful preface, Albert Camus centering these fibers carry the poor as a tattoo. Back to the childhood he never had been cured, to the secret of light, warm poverty that had helped him to live and overcome everything except death. "Parain Brice said that this book is the best I've ever written. Parain is wrong. For those twenty-two years who are not geniuses barely write. But I understand what is meant by this enemy of art scholar and philosopher of compassion. Means, and he is right, true love there is more awkward in these pages that all who came after. "
Albert Camus wrote the 5 tests Youth meeting in the reverse and the right to age 22 (1935) in his native Algeria in very small print run for years refused to have the book back into print. Twenty years pass or the (42 old), authorizes reprinting and died five years later.
The irony, of Between yes and no, imbued with the soul, love for life and the reverse and the right titles are unique spring that feeds life-what is and what is said, to which Camus responds: "I know my source is within the setback and right in this world of poverty and the light in which I lived so long and whose memory still protects me against the dangers that threaten every artist, resentment and contentment. First poverty never seemed a misfortune: the light it shed on their wealth. Misery kept me from believing that everything is good in the sun and history, the sun showed me that history is everything "That
heavy heart, eager to live, to feel, in rebellion against the mortal world order, endowed with a sensibility humble, acknowledged in the reverse and the law: "I can assure you that among my many weaknesses, the defect was never more prevalent among the world envy. This immunity is the must, above all, my people, which lacked almost everything and almost anything he envied. Enough silence, reserve, natural pride and sparing of the family who could scarcely read, for me, at that time, the higher lessons, those that last forever "
remember in his last book (The First Man) autobiography, recalls her grandmother its axis forming life and also his mother isolated deafness, difficulty in speech, washing floors on her knees, by dint of being deprived of hope, lost all resentment. Camus grew up in poverty bare as death, a poor man. In His words: "Poverty is not chosen, but it can remain"
The picture of poverty in which children lived in the Algerian-French, always comes back without rest: POVERTY WITH ODOR A SILENCE.
In the reverse and the right, reminiscent of the ailing grandmother who was paralyzed on the right side. It only remained in this world one half of his person, while the other he was already employed. What do you care about the suffering of an old man who is full of life? At the end of life, old age makes us turned into nausea. Everything will lead to not listen to us.
always moves me Albert Camus. I'm fragile landscape of poverty is not unknown to me.
agree with Camus, I do not possess. From what I have and always gives me without having looked, I can not keep anything. I'm greedy that liberty which vanishes as soon as a real excess. I like naked things, doors and windows open and house the only thing of value that I keep are my books ....
lover of life and at the same time the horror of it, a terrible emptiness, an indifference that hurts, always accompanied abroad more existentialist, but it is certain that the truth, never, never, was a Foreign.
Book: The reverse and the right
Author: Albert Camus
Editorial: Alianza Editorial
"It's very simple, this book is there, but in very few units that cost very expensive in bookstores, why will only be read by readers rich? Indeed, why what? "
In his beautiful preface, Albert Camus centering these fibers carry the poor as a tattoo. Back to the childhood he never had been cured, to the secret of light, warm poverty that had helped him to live and overcome everything except death. "Parain Brice said that this book is the best I've ever written. Parain is wrong. For those twenty-two years who are not geniuses barely write. But I understand what is meant by this enemy of art scholar and philosopher of compassion. Means, and he is right, true love there is more awkward in these pages that all who came after. "
Albert Camus wrote the 5 tests Youth meeting in the reverse and the right to age 22 (1935) in his native Algeria in very small print run for years refused to have the book back into print. Twenty years pass or the (42 old), authorizes reprinting and died five years later.
The irony, of Between yes and no, imbued with the soul, love for life and the reverse and the right titles are unique spring that feeds life-what is and what is said, to which Camus responds: "I know my source is within the setback and right in this world of poverty and the light in which I lived so long and whose memory still protects me against the dangers that threaten every artist, resentment and contentment. First poverty never seemed a misfortune: the light it shed on their wealth. Misery kept me from believing that everything is good in the sun and history, the sun showed me that history is everything "That
heavy heart, eager to live, to feel, in rebellion against the mortal world order, endowed with a sensibility humble, acknowledged in the reverse and the law: "I can assure you that among my many weaknesses, the defect was never more prevalent among the world envy. This immunity is the must, above all, my people, which lacked almost everything and almost anything he envied. Enough silence, reserve, natural pride and sparing of the family who could scarcely read, for me, at that time, the higher lessons, those that last forever "
remember in his last book (The First Man) autobiography, recalls her grandmother its axis forming life and also his mother isolated deafness, difficulty in speech, washing floors on her knees, by dint of being deprived of hope, lost all resentment. Camus grew up in poverty bare as death, a poor man. In His words: "Poverty is not chosen, but it can remain"
The picture of poverty in which children lived in the Algerian-French, always comes back without rest: POVERTY WITH ODOR A SILENCE.
In the reverse and the right, reminiscent of the ailing grandmother who was paralyzed on the right side. It only remained in this world one half of his person, while the other he was already employed. What do you care about the suffering of an old man who is full of life? At the end of life, old age makes us turned into nausea. Everything will lead to not listen to us.
always moves me Albert Camus. I'm fragile landscape of poverty is not unknown to me.
agree with Camus, I do not possess. From what I have and always gives me without having looked, I can not keep anything. I'm greedy that liberty which vanishes as soon as a real excess. I like naked things, doors and windows open and house the only thing of value that I keep are my books ....
lover of life and at the same time the horror of it, a terrible emptiness, an indifference that hurts, always accompanied abroad more existentialist, but it is certain that the truth, never, never, was a Foreign.
Book: The reverse and the right
Author: Albert Camus
Editorial: Alianza Editorial
Camus and their children.
a day like today ( January 4, 1960 ), writer, journalist and Algerian-French playwright, dies. Camus often told his friends that there was nothing more shocking than the death of a child and nothing more absurd than to die in a car accident.
One of the most complete biographies of French, is the writer and journalist Olivier Todd, entitled "Albert Camus, a life." It recounts the final minutes of Camus:
-Beware , only I'm eight days and there is still much to do. Travelers, Anne, Michael, Janine Gallimard, his dog and Albert get in the car. In the trunk, among other things, is the manuscript of "THE FIRST MAN." A fifteen miles of Sens, on the National sur.Yonne 5 between Champigny and Villeneuve-la-Guyader, the car after a lurch, it leaves the road, crashed into a tree and split. Michael is seriously injured, Janine has escaped, Anne too. The dog disappears. Albert Camus died on the spot. In a field, the dashboard clock was stopped at 13:55 hours.
According to Dr. Lehmann, Camus, his lungs too damaged with tuberculosis, would not have been older. As the philosopher Jean Paul Sartre said: "He and I were fought, a fight is nothing, although one never again be with the other-just another way of living together" His well-known rivalry, but if something had Camus, in human terms, was more transparent or honest than Sartre.
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