#Camus the fall

[academic-vampire]

“I often changed parts, but it was always the same play.”

-Albert Camus, The Fall. p.60 Vintage Books.

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from his novel titled "The Fall," originally published in 1956

[septemberkisses]

September - a soft goodbye to summer, whispered gently by the rustling leaves of autumn.

Excerpts from:

The Letters of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath • The Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien • Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos • Peggy Toney Horton • The Whole Story and Other Stories by Ali Smith • Albert Campus • To The Tune 'Soaring Clouds by Huang O. (tr. by Kenneth Rexroth & Ling Chung) • September by Earth, Wind and Fire

[thoughtkick]

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

Albert Camus; The Fall

[mszekely]

"You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question."

— Albert Camus, The Fall

Decided to repost this moodboard since I really wanted my plant illustration to be a part of it!

All photos are mine feel free to reblog <3

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

Albert Camus

[thepursuitofunderstanding]

Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.

Albert Camus

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

Photo by n.a.williams

[love-from-sasha]

The Fall

Albert Camus

“we are going forward, but nothing changes”

The Fall is a philosophical novel written by Albert Camus, published in 1956. it follows the story of Jean-Baptiste Clamence - a soul in turmoil. over several drunken nights in an Amsterdam bar, he regales a chance acquaintance with his story, exploring themes of innocence, imprisonment, non-existence, and truth

Jean-Baptiste Clamence claims that he once lived a good, self-satisfied life, believing himself a model citizen. in his position as judge-penitent, he embodies the human necessity to condemn - the innate desire of human beings to judge acts as the very source of false morality. he creates an illusion around himself based on self-appeasing traits, but this soon falls apart with the collision of his true self with his inflated self-image, and the final realisation of his own hypocrisy becomes painfully obvious

 

“people hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves”

awakened to the reality of both his own, and the whole of humanity’s guilt, Clamance retreats from his settled life and chooses to spend his days recounting his story in the hope that others will be awakened as he has been, and so alleviate the burden he carries. he takes to this misanthropic life with ease, declaring himself a “judge-penitent”, both condemned and condemning. the face of ‘morality’ represented by Clamence, is built around false notions of righteousness as opposed to integrity. however, the narrative props up an underlining truth, which is that this facade takes birth out of necessity to live a seemingly virtuous life in the eyes of others, leading to an inauthentic, hollow existence

in this way, the 'fall' experienced by Jean-Baptiste Clamence is not just his fall, but the fall of humanity as a whole

“let's not worry. it's too late now. it will always be too late, fortunately!”

with love,

sasha

[thehopefulquotes]

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

Albert Camus; The Fall

[academic-vampire]

I’m writing an essay about Poe’s short story, “The Black Cat”—mainly the fact that it is told from a prison cell as a sort of confession. And as I was writing my essay, I realized how obsolete the reader is to the story.

That instantly reminded me of Camus’ book, The Fall, as the reader is not crucial to the narrator. The narrator does not require a reader.

In both stories, the narrator simply attempts to justify themselves to themselves, not to the reader. In a way, both stories are an attempt at self-exculpation, and I find it fascinating.

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from a novel titled "The Fall," first published in 1956

[booksandteaandstuff]

“I would look for examples of men of my age who were already dead. And I was tormented by the thought that I might not have time to accomplish my task. What task? I had no idea. Frankly, was what I was doing worth continuing?”

Albert Camus, The Fall

https://bookshop.org/a/12010/9780679720225

[thoughtkick]

I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.

Albert Camus; The Fall

[a-girl-and-her-quotes]

Albert Camus

[victd]

Fontainebleau, France