The Stranger is not merely one of the most widely read novels of the 20th century, but one of the books likely to outlive it. Written in 1946, Camus's compelling and troubling tale of a disaffected, apparently amoral young man has earned a durable popularity (and remains a staple of U.S. high school literature courses) in part because it reveals so vividly the anxieties of its time. Alienation, the fear of anonymity, spiritual doubt--all could have been given a purely modern inflection in the hands of a lesser talent than Camus, who won the Nobel Prize in 1957 and was noted for his existentialist aesthetic. The remarkable trick of The Stranger, however, is that it's not mired in period philosophy.
The plot is simple. A young Algerian, Meursault, afflicted with a sort of aimless inertia, becomes embroiled in the petty intrigues of a local pimp and, somewhat inexplicably, ends up killing a man. Once he's imprisoned and eventually brought to trial, his crime, it becomes apparent, is not so much the arguably defensible murder he has committed as it is his deficient character. The trial's proceedings are absurd, a parsing of incidental trivialities--that Meursault, for instance, seemed unmoved by his own mother's death and then attended a comic movie the evening after her funeral are two ostensibly damning facts--so that the eventual sentence the jury issues is both ridiculous and inevitable.
Meursault remains a cipher nearly to the story's end--dispassionate, clinical, disengaged from his own emotions. "She wanted to know if I loved her," he says of his girlfriend. "I answered the same way I had the last time, that it didn't mean anything but that I probably didn't." There's a latent ominousness in such observations, a sense that devotion is nothing more than self-delusion. It's undoubtedly true that Meursault exhibits an extreme of resignation; however, his confrontation with "the gentle indifference of the world" remains as compelling as it was when Camus first recounted it. --Ben Guterson
From Library Journal
The new translation of Camus's classic is a cultural event; the translation of Cocteau's diary is a literary event. Both translations are superb, but Ward's will affect a naturalized narrative, while Browner's will strengthen Cocteau's reemerging critical standing. Since 1946 untold thousands of American students have read a broadly interpretative, albeit beautifully crafted British Stranger . Such readers have closed Part I on "door of undoing" and Part II on "howls of execration." Now with the domestications pruned away from the text, students will be as close to the original as another language will allow: "door of unhappiness" and "cries of hate." Browner has no need to "write-over" another translation. With Cocteau's reputation chiefly as a cineaste until recently, he has been read in French or not at all. Further, the essay puts a translator under less pressure to normalize for readers' expectations. Both translations show the current trend to stay closer to the original. Marilyn Gaddis Rose, SUNY at Binghamton
Copyright 1988 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.
Review
“The Stranger is a strikingly modern text and Matthew Ward’s translation will enable readers to appreciate why Camus’s stoical anti-hero and devious narrator remains one of the key expressions of a postwar Western malaise, and one of the cleverest exponents of a literature of ambiguity.” –from the Introduction by Peter Dunwoodie
From the Hardcover edition.
Description
Through the story of an ordinary man unwittingly drawn into a senseless murder on an Algerian beach, Camus explored what he termed "the nakedness of man faced with the absurd." First published in 1946; now in a new translation by Matthew Ward.
Language Notes
Text: English (translation)
Original Language: French
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Through the story of an ordinary man unwittingly drawn into a senseless murder on an Algerian beach, Camus explored what he termed "the nakedness of man faced with the absurd." First published in 1946; now in a new translation by Matthew Ward.
Born in Algeria in 1913, Albert Camus published The Stranger–now one of the most widely read novels of this century–in 1942. Celebrated in intellectual circles, Camus was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1957. On January 4, 1960, he was killed in a car accident.
1、加缪生于1913年,法国人,存在主义哲学家、文学家,1957年也就是他44岁的时候获得诺贝尔文学奖,这是迄今为止法国最年轻的诺贝尔文学奖得主,一般都是一些德高望重的老头子得奖,有的快要入土了,有的卧病在床,只能请人代领奖金,这是我见到的唯一一位在四十多岁就问鼎这个...
评分呆在那里,还是走开,结果一样 -----加缪《局外人》 局外人的眼光完整的还原了这个粗糙、漠然、无理性的世界 愚昧和死亡混杂的气味渗透在生的每一个细节里 生活中所有令人难以忍受的细节都被语言的慢镜头放大和重现 整个故事被安排在炎热的夏季 这个季节充斥着令人发狂的暴烈阳...
评分呆在那里,还是走开,结果一样 -----加缪《局外人》 局外人的眼光完整的还原了这个粗糙、漠然、无理性的世界 愚昧和死亡混杂的气味渗透在生的每一个细节里 生活中所有令人难以忍受的细节都被语言的慢镜头放大和重现 整个故事被安排在炎热的夏季 这个季节充斥着令人发狂的暴烈阳...
评分1、加缪生于1913年,法国人,存在主义哲学家、文学家,1957年也就是他44岁的时候获得诺贝尔文学奖,这是迄今为止法国最年轻的诺贝尔文学奖得主,一般都是一些德高望重的老头子得奖,有的快要入土了,有的卧病在床,只能请人代领奖金,这是我见到的唯一一位在四十多岁就问鼎这个...
评分我承认,在这篇书评落笔之前,我踌躇许久。 对一本被奉为经典的书来说,若不是读过两遍以上、反复咀嚼,这样的评论写出来都会让我很惶恐。怕因我的肤浅和主观而导致对经典的亵渎。即使我人微言轻,但也实在知道当谨慎自己所发的言语。 而且,对性格入世且积极乐观的笔者来说,...
这本书简直是场思想的迷宫,作者用一种近乎疏离的笔触,描绘了一个个体在现代社会中那种无法言喻的抽离感。我读完合上的那一刻,脑海里充斥的不是情节的跌宕起伏,而是对“意义”这个宏大命题的重新审视。它不像那些情节驱动的小说,让你迫不及待想知道接下来会发生什么;它更像一面冰冷的镜子,映照出我们日常生活中那些被习惯和规范所掩盖的荒谬。叙述者的视角异常清晰,却又带着一种令人不安的客观,仿佛在记录一个无关紧要的物体的运动轨迹。这种叙事方式极具穿透力,它挑战了我们对“正常”的固有认知,迫使读者跳出舒适区,去质疑那些我们习以为常的道德和情感表达。读到某些段落时,我甚至会停下来,反复咀嚼那些看似简单却蕴含巨大张力的句子,思考作者是如何精准地捕捉到人类经验中那些最细微、最难以名状的裂痕的。它不是一本用来消遣的书,而更像一次精神上的洗礼或是一场漫长、清醒的噩梦,结束后你发现自己对周遭的一切都多了一层不易察觉的警惕。
评分这本书的叙事节奏感极其独特,它不像一部小说,更像一份精心制作的档案记录,冷静、客观,却在不经意间透露出巨大的悲剧内核。它成功地将地理环境的特征(那种强烈的、近乎压抑的地域感)融入了角色的心理状态中,使得环境不再仅仅是背景板,而成为了塑造人物性格的决定性力量。我特别欣赏作者处理“意外事件”的方式——那种平静到近乎麻木的回应,打破了传统文学中对突发事件的戏剧化处理模式。这种“平淡化”的处理,反而极大地提升了事件的荒谬感和震撼力。它让你思考,在一种特定的生存逻辑下,那些我们认为是天经地义的情感反应,是否只是一种后天习得的社会性表演?每一次阅读,都像是在进行一次精神上的断舍离,剥去那些社会强加给我们的“应该如此”的枷锁,只留下一个纯粹的、面对世界提问的自我。
评分这是一部关于“边缘化”的教科书式样本,但其高明之处在于,它没有采用任何煽情的笔法去控诉或渲染。那种缓慢、近乎停滞的节奏感,与主角那种游离于人群之外的状态完美契合。你仿佛能感受到地中海阳光下空气的燥热,和那种周遭一切都在以一种令人焦躁的速度运转,而主角却固执地保持着自己的零度状态。特别是在描述日常琐事和人际交往时,那种语焉不详和言不由衷,构建了一种强大的张力。每一次尝试融入都以一种近乎荒谬的失败告终,让人不禁思考,这种“不合群”究竟是性格的缺陷,还是对僵化社会的一种本能反抗?小说的结构设计也十分巧妙,前后呼应,但又不是那种传统意义上的闭合式结构,反而留下了更多的阐释空间,像是一幅未完成的素描,让观者自行填补色彩。它探讨的不仅仅是个人的困境,更是现代性带来的异化如何将人从社会共同体中剥离出来,成为一个孤立的、纯粹的“存在”。
评分我喜欢作者那种近乎冷酷的文学精准度。这本书的语言是如此的精炼,没有一处多余的形容词,每一个动词都像手术刀一样精准地切入主题。它像是一首结构严谨的现代诗歌,用最少的文字构建起最复杂的心理景观。阅读过程中,我不断地被拉入一种强烈的“在场感”,仿佛我不是在阅读文字,而是在亲历那个特定的时空,呼吸着那种带着咸味和尘土气息的空气。它没有给我提供任何情感上的慰藉,相反,它剥去了所有虚饰,将生活最赤裸的本质暴露出来。这种坦诚是令人震撼的,它迫使你直面人性的某些灰色地带,那些我们通常会选择视而不见或用更悦耳的故事来粉饰的部分。这本书的魅力就在于它的“拒绝解释”,它不试图为你提供一个清晰的道德坐标系,而是让你自己去摸索,去感受那种漂浮不定的状态本身就是一种真相。
评分如果说文学是关于人性的探索,那么这本书无疑挖掘到了一个极深、极少有人敢于触碰的层面——人类情感的“不应答性”。我读到一些关于家庭关系和潜在冲突的部分时,那种无声的、积累的张力几乎让我无法呼吸。角色之间的交流充满了停顿和未尽之言,比起那些激烈的争吵,这种沉默带来的压迫感要强烈百倍。它揭示了一种令人不安的现实:很多时候,我们以为我们在“沟通”,但实际上我们只是在进行两个独立个体的无效信息交换。作者似乎对人类在面对极端情况时的反应有着一种近乎病态的敏锐洞察力,那种从容不迫地接受命运安排的姿态,挑战了所有关于“求生本能”的传统叙事。这本书的后劲非常大,读完后的一周内,我的思维方式都仿佛被它重塑了,看待周围的人和事,都会下意识地去寻找隐藏在那层表象之下的、更原始的驱动力。
评分我咋觉得主人公这么熟呢。。。
评分恰恰就在这个不寻常的星期读了这个有意思的小故事。Meursault身上依稀能看见自己的影子,总是悠然自若“理智地“控制自己的情绪。从不被周围人的评论、道德审判、宗教约束的自由精神。却偏偏碰上了一件没法解释的暂时性完全失控。我和Meursault一样,完全的失控,却并不后悔。ps卡缪是老陀的崇拜者吧,为什么几次提到Meursault 案子审理后还有一起杀父案?
评分从朋友那拿的书,看完一查才发现是大名鼎鼎的加缪。故事残酷无情,却有不少让我捧腹大笑的段落,笑完感到残忍。
评分结构很完美
评分看不懂就对了,因为它得了诺奖。是否出了中译本?
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