The Fall

Initially, the narrative voice and its self-aggrandizing soliloquy that just happened to be directed at the reader made me want to materialize this Jean-Baptiste Clamence and give him a righteous right hook. However, this digust became fascination, as I read his fickle words, hyperbolic claims, and hypocritical dribble. I needed to know more. The mirror Camus sought to build with words instead of glass shone with my reflection, and I had not noticed, because it was not yet complete. Although not a mirror in the classical sense, it puts the perception we have of ourselves in relation with the human world into question, as it also raises quandaries about those who would fall into the classification laid out by Clamence - the judge-penitent - even if they include us.

A punch in the stomach, much like “Notes from the underground”, by Dostoyevsky.

Un long monologue unique d'un être étant passé à côté de sa propre vie, ne vivant que pour lui même, bourré d'erreurs et d'égarements et pourtant cruellement humain (certains passages sur l'importance que l'on accorde aux morts d'amis sont d'une justesse frappante). Un homme poursuivi par son inaction, qui se glorifie dans le fait de se sentir miséricordieux envers autrui, mais au final d'une vacuité assez unique.

Si le narrateur parait par moment abject, il ne fait que nous renvoyer à beaucoup de nos erreurs en tant qu'être humain, et ce regard dans le miroir n'est pas toujours du plus plaisant.

“Je ne me suis jamais souvenu que de moi-même”

এই বই কি ফিকশন ক্যাটেগরিতে ফেলা যায়? অবশ্যই, আফটারঅল নভেলই তো। কিন্তু নন-ফিকশনও তো বটে! মানুষ তো শেষমেশ নিজের সাথেও সবসময় সৎ না। ডায়েরি লেখার সময়ও সে খেয়াল রাখে নিজের কাছে যেন ছোট না হয়ে যায়। নিজের ইগো, নিজের দয়ার জায়গায় দয়া দেখানোর মোহ, ভালোবাসার জায়গায় ভালোবাসার অহংকার, এগুলো তো মানুষ সহসা স্বীকার করে না। সেগুলোই যদি বলা যায় তো তা ফিকশনের চেয়ে বেশি কিছু হয়ে ওঠে।সাহিত্যমানে এই বইটা [b:L'Étranger 15688 L'Étranger Albert Camus https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1332596551l/15688.SY75.jpg 3324344]-এর থেকে ভালো লেগেছে।

Should read it about three times.

What's moral? What's immoral? For me, these words have now lost their meaning. Camus shatters your preformed convictions, with subtle elegance! The eccentric perspective of this book, renders you speechless and makes you rethink about your ideology on the notion of morality! Absolutely brilliant!

I thought this was a near masterpiece. Short, with few wasted words, but a strong and well-delivered message about the absence of innocence (or common guilt, perhaps) in any of us, told from the point of view of an unsympathetic and self-loathing (while still vain and self-admiring) narrator who speaks to an unseen listener, who can therefore be any of us. His tale is stark but somehow very real and believable, and resonated as a reflection of contemporary times despite being over 50 years old. Camus had the ability to be philosophical without using overtly philosophical methods, and I f=ind that very attractive. The character is real, feels like flesh and blood, but is also a symbol and a mouthpiece. Powerful and economical and impressive.