The Fall 
Dan and I agreed that an interest in Existentialism is kind of a stage in your life – like when you liked Pearl Jam or lived in a little house that had a name and seven other people living in it. We then agreed that a re-exploration of all things Existential is usually preceded by your significant other telling you to get bent.
Later Dan taught me how to cure a salmon, and we decided to co-host a dinner party in the second week of April. I doubt we would have come to this conclusion without having read The Fall.
I re-read this book twice a year every year, in different languages (French, English or Spanish :)Every chapter (~10 pages) can easily take me two hours (I think only die-hard fans of poetry [or Hegel] can understand this) due to the amount of paradoxes, insights and quality of the prose (o the French surely have a way with being poetic even writing prose [Baudelaire was really on point, as usual in that decadent genius]), not to mention the self-examination and judging others... :)I love this
Awesome, powerful, almost scarily compressed, seductive, peppered with ironic humour, unreadable then readable then re-readable. Camus Jean-Baptiste strips away the artifice and illusions of civilization having undeniably fallen out of it and hence witnessed the pointlessness of it, striving with the rest of his time to wrench others out too. An easy task, as once the reader is made aware of the absurd, it becomes an obsession, and he or she too would do anything in their power not to return to

You're at this bar in Amsterdam, sipping gin or whatever, this guy, wearing a suit, allegedly a lawyer, comes up to you and confesses everything about his life, You know he's weird at first, then you know he's a manipulative bastard, then you know he's a low-key sociopath, then you know he questions his own existence , then you know he's alone and depressed, then you know he's guilt ridden, then you know... anyway, you should've stood up and left, but you didn't. You sat there for two days,
I ran into my friend Dan at the club last week, and he was drunk. So we talked Camus. We didnt discuss Camuss theories, or the fact that he avoided riding in cars and then DIED IN A CAR CRASH. We just talked about Camus in relation to Dans life and in relation to mine. The only really interesting thing about anything to me is how it affects me. Thats the honest truth. Dan and I agreed that an interest in Existentialism is kind of a stage in your life like when you liked Pearl Jam or lived in a
As with most Camus, this book is, in the course of a hundred or so pages, an entire decade of therapy. If you don't feel worseyet oddly optimisticabout yourself and people in general after this book, you're either inhuman, or you're the exact person this book was meant for. Someone once extolled this book as "an examination of modern conscience," and it was through this lens that I first began this work. That's accurate, I suppose, to a point, but to leave interpretation at that would be to rob
People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves. Freedom is not a reward or a decoration that you toast in champagne. On the contrary, it's hard graft and a long-distance run, all alone, very exhausting. Alone in a dreary room, alone in the dock before the judges, and alone to make up your mind, before yourself and before the judgment of others. At the end of every freedom there is a sentence, which is why freedom is too heavy to bear.Your success and happiness are forgiven you only
Albert Camus
Paperback | Pages: 147 pages Rating: 4.04 | 66099 Users | 2817 Reviews

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| Original Title: | La Chute |
| ISBN: | 0679720227 (ISBN13: 9780679720225) |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Characters: | Jean-Baptiste Clamence |
| Setting: | Amsterdam(Netherlands) Paris(France) |
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I ran into my friend Dan at the club last week, and he was drunk. So we talked Camus. We didn’t discuss Camus’s theories, or the fact that he avoided riding in cars and then DIED IN A CAR CRASH. We just talked about Camus in relation to Dan’s life and in relation to mine. The only really interesting thing about anything to me is how it affects me. That’s the honest truth.Dan and I agreed that an interest in Existentialism is kind of a stage in your life – like when you liked Pearl Jam or lived in a little house that had a name and seven other people living in it. We then agreed that a re-exploration of all things Existential is usually preceded by your significant other telling you to get bent.
Later Dan taught me how to cure a salmon, and we decided to co-host a dinner party in the second week of April. I doubt we would have come to this conclusion without having read The Fall.
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| Title | : | The Fall |
| Author | : | Albert Camus |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 147 pages |
| Published | : | May 7th 1991 by Vintage (first published May 16th 1956) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Philosophy. Classics. Cultural. France. Literature |
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Ratings: 4.04 From 66099 Users | 2817 ReviewsCriticism Regarding Books The Fall
Well. Well. Well.(To copy a review opening by a good friend here on this site.)But then I thought, why not translate it into French? In honor of Camus?So I tried that, and what did I get?Bien. Bien. Bien.No. Not what I meant at all. I didn't mean Good.By well I meant to express resignation? A feeling of what should I say? ennui? Mon cher compatriote may I call you that without offense? But why would I assume that we are fellow citizens, dear or otherwise? And why would this author assumeI re-read this book twice a year every year, in different languages (French, English or Spanish :)Every chapter (~10 pages) can easily take me two hours (I think only die-hard fans of poetry [or Hegel] can understand this) due to the amount of paradoxes, insights and quality of the prose (o the French surely have a way with being poetic even writing prose [Baudelaire was really on point, as usual in that decadent genius]), not to mention the self-examination and judging others... :)I love this
Awesome, powerful, almost scarily compressed, seductive, peppered with ironic humour, unreadable then readable then re-readable. Camus Jean-Baptiste strips away the artifice and illusions of civilization having undeniably fallen out of it and hence witnessed the pointlessness of it, striving with the rest of his time to wrench others out too. An easy task, as once the reader is made aware of the absurd, it becomes an obsession, and he or she too would do anything in their power not to return to

You're at this bar in Amsterdam, sipping gin or whatever, this guy, wearing a suit, allegedly a lawyer, comes up to you and confesses everything about his life, You know he's weird at first, then you know he's a manipulative bastard, then you know he's a low-key sociopath, then you know he questions his own existence , then you know he's alone and depressed, then you know he's guilt ridden, then you know... anyway, you should've stood up and left, but you didn't. You sat there for two days,
I ran into my friend Dan at the club last week, and he was drunk. So we talked Camus. We didnt discuss Camuss theories, or the fact that he avoided riding in cars and then DIED IN A CAR CRASH. We just talked about Camus in relation to Dans life and in relation to mine. The only really interesting thing about anything to me is how it affects me. Thats the honest truth. Dan and I agreed that an interest in Existentialism is kind of a stage in your life like when you liked Pearl Jam or lived in a
As with most Camus, this book is, in the course of a hundred or so pages, an entire decade of therapy. If you don't feel worseyet oddly optimisticabout yourself and people in general after this book, you're either inhuman, or you're the exact person this book was meant for. Someone once extolled this book as "an examination of modern conscience," and it was through this lens that I first began this work. That's accurate, I suppose, to a point, but to leave interpretation at that would be to rob
People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves. Freedom is not a reward or a decoration that you toast in champagne. On the contrary, it's hard graft and a long-distance run, all alone, very exhausting. Alone in a dreary room, alone in the dock before the judges, and alone to make up your mind, before yourself and before the judgment of others. At the end of every freedom there is a sentence, which is why freedom is too heavy to bear.Your success and happiness are forgiven you only


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