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.
当人一旦静下心来,总能认真地做一些事情。比如,思考,看书,学习,写东西。 可是人的一生是有限的,学习这件事却是无限的。当我早晨醒来看了一篇豆瓣写得关于如何有效地读书的文章之后,我再一次陷入了深深地自卑当中。像已经风华绝代的贝嫂每天四点就要起床一样,李欣频曾...
评分在书店工作期间,最快乐的时候,便是与对胃口的人聊起彼此都喜欢的书的时候。 比如某天看到有姑娘在向她的朋友推荐加缪的《局外人》,边上的我憋不住接了一句:“这本书我也很喜欢。我曾经在三个月里连看了三遍,包括两个译本,仍意犹未尽,想再去看郭宏安的译本。” 那姑娘叫...
评分重读加缪的《局外人》,我印象最深的是主人公默尔索的这一句:「人生在世,永远也不该演戏作假。」可以说这正是他人生哲学的根基,也是他的悲剧根源。 《局外人》的情节很简单,主人公默尔索是一个对生活各方面都抱有「无所谓」态度的人,一次无意的杀人让他上了法庭,最终被判...
评分你有没有尝试过从悬崖绝壁的顶端往下跳? 应该没有。 为什么? 因为你会死。我也会,所有人都会。 答案既简单又神秘深奥。在我们同狩猎采集为生的祖先分道扬镳的几千年里,许多人在不停地探索这些自然科学的奥秘。这些奥秘与自然界的客观规律有关。值得庆幸的是,从牛顿力学到...
评分对于世界 我永远是个陌生人. 我不懂它的语言 它不懂我的沉默 我们交换的只是一...
coldness as a way of life among the collective
评分看不懂就对了,因为它得了诺奖。是否出了中译本?
评分一切也是太熱的原故。
评分我当时写essay找教授说我根本没有感受这样的strangeness(其实以前应该有过) 教授说: that's because you are mentally healthy! 哈哈哈哈笑死我了
评分结构很完美
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