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Lo straniero eBook Full Download Lo straniero eBook Download Albert Camus - Lo straniero PDF eBook Albert Camus - Lo straniero mobi eBook Albert Camus. In January , Camus wrote: The novel was twice adapted as films: Lo Straniero () (Italian) by Luchino. The Outsider or The Stranger (French: L'Étranger) is a novel by Albert Camus published in Its theme and outlook are often cited as exemplars of Camus's .
It is the absurdity of human conventions that has us doing such things. For the last thirty years I have studiously avoided reading this book. In high school friends one of them even became my ex-wife told me it was a great book about a man condemned to die because he was an outsider. Later I was told that this book was a story about something much like the Azaria Chamberlain case. But after 30 years of avoiding reading this book I have finally relented and read it. I particularly liked the man who kept falling behind in the march to the cemetery and would take short cuts.
Whose challenge is it when a person's behavior- is much less traditional than popular opinion? And who decides what is meaningful and purposeful in life anyway? Is it possible things are simply 'made up' This book reminds me- "that life is a game". It is what it is. The game is how we play it: We 'add' meaning to "what is". Life is interpretation He accepts his fate - yet not passively.
He's clear he did something wrong. He's expecting others to be outraged. It accepts it all. Love the simple straightforward prose I liked his strangeness! Sep 24, s. These questions rattle across the pages of this fantastic character study revolving around a courtroom character judgement of the narrator, a courtroom of suits flanking a judge that might as well be angels flanking the pearly gates of Christian lore. This is a man not unsatisfied with life but feeling on the outside of it, moving through the world as he sees fit, and being denied life by men with a God-like arrogance for believing their word and opinions are firm law when really they are as meaningless and insignificant as any other creature.
However, this is not a story of the condemners, but of the condemned. Part One of the novel focuses on the funeral, and more importantly its aftermath. As we watch Meursault awkwardly press through a funeral he feels detached from, more inclined to discuss how the weather and present company ill-effect him than the loss of a mother. It occurred to me anyway that one more Sunday was over, that Maman was buried now that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed.
Whereas the relationship with Maman is cold and detached, the two of them separating much out of boredom with one another, his relationship with Marie is full of excitement and hot-blooded sexual flair, yet the text is full of imagery nudging towards Oedipal impulses. Here we have find Meursault denied the sunsoaked scenes of nature and friendship of the outside world, and the sexuality so rampant in part one as he finds himself now beset by the cold indifferent stone walls of prison.
The world of part one only whispers through the bars. It also seems strange that the murder is not the primary discussion, but the actions of relations leading up to it. Did Meursault love his mother, was he in the circle of criminals, and other moral characteristics of the man seem to be the deciding factor of his fate, a trial that reads like a Holy decision into either Heaven or Hell while actually being a decision that would remove him from this worldly courtroom to the immortal courtroom, if that is to be believed certainly by the lawyers but denied by Meursault.
I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored.
Being left with only having your past life, full of its joys and transgressions, to either comfort or haunt you for what feels like eternity reads much like an expression of an afterlife.
The writing is crisp and immediate, and the effect is nearly overwhelming and all-encompassing in its beauty and insight. I read this in high school and have now re-read it in preparation for The Meursault Investigation.
I found it to be much more meaningful to me as an adult as I found it then, though I enjoyed it equally both times. When a reader is young, the ideas seem engaging and attractive, but more like a hat one can put on and remove when they are done and move on. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.
Note as well the quote above where Sunday passing is placed before mention of burying his mother. How could I neglect to mention the song Killing an Arab by the Cure, inspired by this novel. View all 57 comments. Jan 31, Lyn rated it really liked it. The Stranger was first published by Albert Camus in the original French in But in that story, Hemingway describes a change from the war and his reactions are connected with his recent martial experiences.
Camus introduces us to his ideas about absurdity, abut how futile it is for us to try, desperately and mostly irrationally, to make sense out of the universe, to try and parcel out a small lot of order amidst a sea of chaos. This is a short and easy read, but heavy with inference and provocation.
View all 14 comments. The novel begins with the words: Or yesterday maybe, I don't know. Albert Camus gilded as one of the most important literary and philosophical thinkers of the post-war period.
The Nobel Prize laureate of , which also focused on political questions before. The novel is an absurd work, up to the last sentence. He is also in the position in which the death-journey of a The novel begins with the words: He is also in the position in which the death-journey of a man who has already stagnated in life, who recalls, at the moment of the expected death, that life whose level is not retarded, war for many the conscience of France.
An absolute classic of world literature! Mersault, a twenty-something clerk of great intelligence but no ambition, little expressed emotion and the attitude of why bother changing or making a choice, there's nothing wrong with the status quo.
But if pushed, by his girlfriend into marriage he will go along with it. Or whe his violent pimp of a neighbour wants him to compose a letter to his mistress that is meant to result in extreme nastiness towards her but backfires , he will act.
It's as if inertia is his default. The only time he r Mersault, a twenty-something clerk of great intelligence but no ambition, little expressed emotion and the attitude of why bother changing or making a choice, there's nothing wrong with the status quo.
The only time he really shows emotion is when he is annoyed at the heat and glare of the sun, a major annoyance for such a commonplace event. It's the only time he acts of his own volition too. His crime: Mersault is on the beach where he had been invited by his friend, the pimp, and sees one of the Arabs, brother to his friend's ex-mistress.
The Arab has just stabbed his friend after the pimp attacked him. Mersault stares at him, he is annoyed to see him and annoyed that the sun is so hot, as hot as it was at his mother's funeral and it annoyed him then too, upset him more than his mother's death. The Arab flashes a knife. Mersault remembers he has the pimp's gun he took to prevent violence, and he shoots him.
Then a few seconds later, he shoots the dead body four times more.
He is arrested. Once he has adjusted to prison life, he finds that he gets pleasure from his memories and looking at the small square patch of blue sky he can see from his cell.
He says that if a person had one day only of freedom, it would create enough memories to live on for the rest of their life. But freedom or imprisonment, it's all the same to him. He is sure things will go his way.
He refuses to help his lawyer, denies the existence of god, has no belief in Jesus and shows no remorse at all. It is all the same to him. This, here and now, is all there is, he says, but although he says that, he wants more. Too late, the death knell rings and at the last moment he expresses emotion. When he is led to the guillotine he wants there to be a large and noisy crowd of people who hate him.
The same people who were bemused that a law-abiding clerk could commit such a senseless, such an absurd murder. What is the purpose of this angry crowd? Why does he want them there? How else, without religion, can he expiate his sin?
Mersault is finely-drawn as one who watches but whose participation is limited to when it suits him. His lack of emotion means he is not immersed in situations, throwing his whole self into things as the very emotional people around him do. These people, his late mother's aged fiance, the pimp, his angry boss, the girlfriend who loves him, the mistress who fights back, the Arabs full of thoughts of revenge, the religious lawyer, are full of passion. But he is the outsider. He observes much and acts little.
Except for the once. Existentialism is, it isn't a philosophical choice, and Mersault, while holding those views, doesn't do so through conviction or acceptance, but more because of his damaged personality.
Perhaps that is why Camus denied this was an existentialist book. View all 4 comments. It came as something quite shocking which left me dazed for days. I don't consider myself worthy enough to review this book because I won't be doing justice to this book, at all. This book has left me in a certain distress with so many questions to ponder upon.
And sometimes I think if this book can be reviewed at all. The prose of Camus is very simple and eloquent, and is a pleasure to read, but he raises some philosophical questions a layer beneath his beautifully crafted novella which leaves It came as something quite shocking which left me dazed for days. The prose of Camus is very simple and eloquent, and is a pleasure to read, but he raises some philosophical questions a layer beneath his beautifully crafted novella which leaves you pondering deeply.
Its a book that doesn't give any answers rather it raises profound questions about The Nature of Truth- through a man, with all his imperfection and innocence, who becomes an Outsider, a stranger to the world, just because he only speaketh the truth, and nothing else. View all 24 comments. Funerali domani. Distinti saluti.
Da anni ho voglia di riprenderlo, la sua atmosfera e il suo umore mi tornano a galla — la recente lettura di Atti osceni in luogo pubblico mi ha finalmente spinto a farlo.
Anna Karina con Mastroianni. Mersault rifiuta le regole di quel gioco che si chiama vivere, e proprio per questo risulta insopportabile a chi deve giudicarlo: Non si tratta forse di una reazione a catena prodotta dalla natura stessa, dal destino? Sembra questo il dubbio che Camus vuole insinuarci. Il taciturno Mersault esplode: Poi sono tornato al lavoro. Avrei preferito non scontentarlo, ma non vedevo una ragione di modificare la mia vita.
A pensarci bene, non ero infelice. Da studente, avevo molte ambizioni di quel genere. Ma dopo che ho dovuto abbandonare gli studi ho capito molto presto che tutte queste cose non avevano una reale importanza. Le ho detto che la cosa mi era indifferente, e che avremmo potuto farlo se lei voleva. Durante le riprese, il regista Luchino Visconti accanto alla macchina da presa. Esiste anche un altro adattamento del , Yazgi, del regista turco Zeki Demirkubuz, ma non sono ancora riuscito a vederlo. Luchino Visconti e Marcello Mastroianni aspettano che il set sia pronto.
Desideravo dire che ero come tutti gli altri, assolutamente come tutti gli altri. Luchino Visconti curava scrupolosamente ogni singolo dettaglio d'arredo e costume. View all 15 comments. He has no emotional responses.
He is, without a doubt, dead inside. He lives in the now, utterly unable to comprehend tomorrow or the past: And those senses are limited to his own physical sensations. He murders because the sun is in his eyes.
She is just a body to him, a means for him to sate his own bodily needs. He cannot understand that she has emotions and that his cold behaviour will affect them. And this makes me think he may be somewhere on the autism spectrum, an extreme pole of the autism spectrum I should say. He struggles socially and engages in a lot of preformative behaviour simply saying things because he must: Though in depicting such a character, Albert Camus has opened one of the biggest literary mysteries of all time: Why is he like this?
We see his story in its endgame, but there are no mentions as to why he is so detached. Was he born this way? Is this an extreme case of a social disorder? Did someone break his heart? What ever happened to him? I could speculate about this all day. There are so many possible answers, and so many ways a man could become so lifeless.
In a way, he reminded me of an awkward child or teen. He has no voice and no way of forming his own opinions or conversation. In a way, the book has an almost haunting like quality to it. Well, it certainly has left me feeling unnerved and puzzled as I ponder over what caused such a situation. Meursault just seemed a little bit lost to me, different to all those around him with his introverted personality. He seemed trapped, living in a world he cannot fully comprehend or relate to.
The Outsider is a very strong piece of writing; however, it is ever so subtle. It lacks a certain power and purpose.
View all 7 comments. Apr 12, Jr Bacdayan rated it did not like it. I'm really quite at odds here. Before anything else, I would like to state that I was rather pleased with the first half of the novel, but sadly not by the second. Sure, this novella exposes certain absurdities in our society. I'd agree to that. But for me, the truths that this book expounds upon is not enough to make up for the negativeness that it entails upon its readers.
In the way that I understand it, one of the point of his message in the end states that: What we do is not important, because we will all perish anyway. Why invest in morality, in relations, in feelings, when all that awaits us is certain death?
Sure, life can be absurd at times. Sure, we'll all die.
But just because of these known realities, should we throw away things that make sense? Throw away our life? Should the negative destroy the positive? It comes to me like this. Because we urinate what we drink, then it doesn't matter whether we drink muddy water or urine or orange juice. We'll all urinate them later just the same. Why do we live? Do we live because there might be a slight chance of immortality? Do we live because everything makes sense? We live in-spite of everything.
We live because we do. Our consciousness is being insulted, our intelligence trampled, and our life spit-upon by this very grim way of thinking.
His insistence that one can just about get used to anything shows man's innate capability to adjust. That we plow on through obstacles and hardships. That we fight even if we encounter difficulties and absurdities. He suggests we shouldn't. That we lay useless and wait for death. Not for me. Go do that yourself. His very pessimistic and rather narrow way of looking at life and death rather pissed me off. Secondly, the very glaring message of indifference rather fires back against Camus's message of non-conformity.
You see, indifference, transforms a person in a passive state. And this passive state will easier conform to the norms of society than resist. Personally for me, it is the worst kind of attitude that a person can attain.
Intellectually, Camus makes a point. But in the real world, indifference is what destroys this planet. Indifference causes global warming, causes pollution, causes mass extinction. People who don't care are more dangerous than crazy people. Because there are few really crazy people, but there are billions of people who simply don't give a shit. Hitler was mad as hell, all the German soldiers were just indifferent. Indifference is tricky because you're stranded in a solid state of passivity and it's very hard to sway you from one view to another.
A person who thinks that littering is good is better than a person who doesn't care if he litters. At least, the former can be persuaded to change his views, but the latter won't under any circumstances. Indifference is a problem without a solution. And this particular message is the worst for me. Now, we've come to a part where I partly agree with Camus but still not quite. That no matter what truths are, all that matters is what each individual's personal choice is.
That we shouldn't impose upon others. I was rather disappointed. I agree that Meursault found some sort of solitude in losing hope, in his final indifference. But I expected Meursault to find some sort of closure in the acceptance of death as a necessary and meaningful event. That death allows us to appreciate life. I expected that in the end even though I knew it had no chance of happening. But I never expected that it would be as grim and bleak as it was.
So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers?
Couldn't he see, couldn't he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too. I was poisoned. Aug 01, Nishat rated it really liked it Shelves: For the last thirty years I have studiously avoided reading this book. In high school friends one of them even became my ex-wife told me it was a great book about a man condemned to die because he was an outsider.
Later I was told that this book was a story about something much like the Azaria Chamberlain case. But after 30 years of avoiding reading this book I have finally relented and read it. I particularly liked the man who kept falling behind in the march to the cemetery and would take short cuts. Okay, so it is black humour, but Camus was more or less French — so black humour is more or less obligatory. I had gotten the distinct impression from all of my previous discussions about this book that the guy ends up dead.
Raymond and Meursault seem to develop a bond as the story goes on, ending with Raymond Sintes testifying for Meursault during his trial. Raymond also believes that he can control people - he assaults a woman because he believes she cheated and he insists Meursault is his friend after a simple favor from Meursault.
Marie Cardona is a typist in the same workplace as Meursault. A day after Meursault's mother's funeral she meets him at a public beach, which sparks their relationship. She asks if Meursault loves her but Meursault replies that he doesn't think so. He still agrees to marry her prior to the murder and his arrest. Marie, like Meursault, enjoys physical contact in their relationship through the act of sex. She represents the enjoyable life Meursault wants and her pleasing aesthetic is one of the things that Meursault misses in jail.
Masson is the owner of the beach house where Raymond takes Marie and Meursault. Masson is a carefree person who simply likes to live his life and be happy. He wants to live life without restrictions.
Salamano is an old man who routinely takes his dog out for walks.
He abuses the dog but is attached to it. When he loses his dog, he is distressed and asks Meursault for advice. Meursault does not offer helpful advice and Salamano acknowledges that his life has changed.
In reality, it is a dense and rich creation, full of undiscovered meanings and formal qualities. The Librairie Gallimard first published the original French-language novel in In , the British publisher Hamish Hamilton published a second translation, by Joseph Laredo, that Penguin Books bought in and reprinted in the Penguin Classics line in Because Camus was influenced by the American literary style, the translation was Americanised.
A critical difference of translation is in the connotation of the original French emotion in the story's key sentence: The ending lines between the two aforementioned translations differ as well, from "on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration," to " with cries of hatred", respectively, a significant scene that serves as a foil to the prior "indifference of the world".
In French, the triad is "cris de haine", which Ward's transliteral interpretation "with cries of hate" is closest to in terms of phonics. Gilbert's interpretation takes the liberty of juxtaposing "execration" with "execution". The song " Noch koroche dnya " "Night is Shorter than Day" by the Russian heavy metal band Aria is based on Meursault's encounter with the chaplain in the final scene of the novel.
The passage in which Meursault accepts his impending execution was read over the end of the song " Asa Phelps Is Dead " by The Lawrence Arms ; read by guitarist Chris McCaughan, the excerpt parallels certain themes in the song's lyrics by bassist Brendan Kelly. The lead singer, Rody Walker of the Canadian progressive metal band Protest The Hero has the quotation 'It is better to burn than to disappear' as his first tattoo on his right arm.
In The Sopranos episode " D-Girl ", Anthony Soprano Jr tells his parents that life is absurd, that the hypothetical death of his friends would be "interesting," and that there is no God. Tony and Carmela ask where this is coming from. Meadow Soprano appears at this moment and explains that Anthony was assigned The Stranger in English class, stating "This is education. In the film "Jacob's Ladder," Tim Robbins ' character can be seen reading "The Stranger" during the subway scene at the beginning of the movie.
In the film Life of Pi , the titular character of Pi can be seen reading a French language copy of "The Stranger" in a flashback scene to his youth in Pondicherry, India. In the tenth episode of the WGN America Series Manhattan , the character Ida is seen returning a copy of the book to Elodie and comments on the book "I thought it would be racy". In the first season of American Horror Story , in the second episode, Violet is seen reading The Stranger in bed when her mother brings her a cupcake.
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