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When Albert Camus died in a car crash in January 1960 he was only 46 years old already a winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature and a world figure author.
Born in 1913 in French Algeria, Camus was the chief architect of the paradox of the absurd, which at its root, questions how we live with the.
Camus studies philosophy and spends two years as a member of the communist party.

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Camus’ ‘Chronicles’: A History Of The Past, A Guide For The Future

by JASON FARAGO

This year marks the centenary of the birth of Albert Camus, the great novelist of existentialism. It’s a movement that many Americans think of as quintessentially Parisian, born of cafe-table philosophizing and fueled by packs of Gauloises. But Camus wasn’t a native of metropolitan France. He was born and raised in Algeria into apied-noir family (“black foot,” the phrase used to describe descendants of French settlers), grew up in working-class Algiers, and pined for north Africa long after he moved to the French capital in 1942.

His most famous novels — The Stranger, which depicts a senseless murder under the Mediterranean sun; The Plague, with its chaotic scenes of a quarantined port city — are Algerian to the core, and yet Camus has often been criticized, not least by Arab critics such as Edward Said, for paying too little attention to Algerians’ plight. It’s true that he was never a revolutionary, and that in comparison to fellow existentialist Jean-Paul Sartre

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Book Review: Create Dangerously (Albert Camus)

Create Dangerously by Albert Camus

Live dangerously, think dangerously, create dangerously. This can be a wonderful way to sum up the life – and writings – of Albert Camus. One of my favorite writers, his works have profoundly touched me in my own writing, in my own way of thinking, and my life in general. One of my biggest inspirations for writing, alongside Kurt Vonnegut, George Orwell, Spinoza, Antonie de Saint Exupery, Aldous Huxley, Philip K. Dick, Nietzsche, and a host of others. Creating dangerously is something that gets to the core of writing, and gets to the core of what writers SHOULD do. It doesn’t mean “no fear or no worries” but it does mean to take risks, to write what needs to be written, to create what needs to be created. Art for art’s sake. To hell with the dictator, to hell with the public, to hell with who might cause you trouble for the creation. Create dangerously. Think dangerously. Live dangerously.

Albert Camus was a famous writer, an existentialist writer that helped

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I’m a firm believer in the seasonality of literature. I believe that there are perfect winter books, perfect books for rainy days and perfect books for hot summer-like days. For me, the specific state—be it physical or mental—in which I read literature of any sort profoundly affects my attitude towards said literature. A good book multiplies in its goodness under the right reading conditions. Recently, a few essays by French author Albert Camus have ridden this past weeks’ heat wave with me, and I found them to be perfect for getting excited for the fast-approaching summer heat.

A couple weeks ago, while musing in the basement of the library during a rainy evening, I picked up a bright orange book containing a collection of Camus’ essays: lyrical ones at the front, critical ones at the back. These 19 lyrical essays total 150 pages of the most beautiful writing I have read in a long time. Hailing from what was once French Algeria, Camus’ lyrical essays carry the imagery of summers spent on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea–they smell of summer breeze and feel warm under bare fee