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Albert Camus won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1957. Three years later, at the age of 46, he died in a car crash, in the small village of Villeblevin, on the N6, between Fontainbleau and Sens. The manuscript for this book was in the car with him. It was obviously still incomplete, and this is reflected in various notes when the book was finally published in 1994. Gallimard, his publisher, also died in the crash. Camus is buried in Lourmarin, in the Vaucluse. With some much needed guidance, I've been realizing of late that Camus was a much better author, and human, than Jean-Paul Sartre. This work helps confirm that, and takes Sartre "out of my mouth" a bit.

The first chapter depicts the circumstances surrounding his birth, in 1913, in Mondovi (now Dréan) Algeria, which is south of Bône (now Annaba). As an Algerian of European origin, he is known as a "pied-noir," literally a black foot. The origin of the term is unknown, subject to much speculation. He never knew his father, a poor agricultural worker, who died less than a year later, in the Battle of the Marne. He was raised by his mother, who was half Spanish, and worked most of her life as a maid, along with his grandmother, and an uncle. Much later in his life, in the 1950's, he visited his father's grave which is in St. Brieuc, in Brittany (his father had been evacuated from the front, and died at a military hospital there). His youth was dominated by the economic poverty of his family's circumstances, because the original "breadwinner" was missing. Camus became "the first man" when he earned, at a very youthful age, his first paycheck from a summer job.

The book primarily relates Camus' childhood, with some chapters from the "present," that is, the `50's, after the commencement of the war in Algeria. As an American I found a "Spanky and our gang" quality to the tales of youth he related; for example, with a group of his buddies, sneaking off to the local park, avoiding the caretaker, and knocking coconuts out of the palm trees in order to enjoy their freshness, and then it was off to the beach, always knowing there would be "consequences" when one arrived home. Other vignettes including going to see the silent movies of the time, with the piano player who wore gloves, even in the summer heat, with his grandmother, who was illiterate, and who would make a point of loudly saying that she had "forgotten her glasses" (for reading the sub-titles) so her inability to read would not be apparent as Camus read her the sub-titles. He also describes a one-day hunting trip into the "bled" with his uncle Ernest (Etienne) that would be worthy of Pagnol's My Father's Glory & My Mother's Castle: Marcel Pagnol's Memories of Childhood. Rich, warm, humane remembrances, of the people of Algeria, and the natural world in which they lived.

One teacher truly made a difference, M. Bernard. He saw Camus' potential (along with a few other students) and worked hard to obtain scholarships for them, including visiting Camus's mother to argue his case, so that he not be required to work at an early age. Interwoven through the entire memoir is his deep love and empathy for his mother who raised and cared for him despite dire economic circumstances. It helps shed light on a remark he had been criticized for, one made in Stockholm, after receiving the Nobel, concerning his mother and justice. It also helps to know that throughout his life he was a strong advocate of justice for the native Algerians.

Moving also were some of the vignettes from the `50's. Camus visits his mother in her apartment, life seems to have defeated her, despite her son's success, and I thought of a line from an old John Prine song, about the elderly, and their perceptions: "...and all the news just repeats itself..." Camus attempts to find the farm where he was born. Everyone who might have known his parents were gone, and even their children are gone. He is greeted by an old "colon" farmer, who, as he says, "is denounced by Paris," and who has already sent his family to Marseilles, and is determined to continue to live, and probably die on his farm.

Almost a million Algerians of European origin, pieds-noirs, were forced to flee to metropolitan France in 1962, and were "poorly" received there. This book, in part, gives an insight into who they were... and are. An excellent read, and a good recommendation. 5-stars, plus.


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Le Premier Homme French Edition Albert Camus Gallimard 9782070738274 Books Reviews

Interesting to read an unfinished manuscript by a world-known author.
Only four stars because it is unfinished and edited posthumously, this is the bookend to The Stranger, and would have been the ultimate rebuttal to Sartre's existentialsm.
Camus's last book. Need I say more?
Who knew about the French population exported to North Africa? A beautifully written first draft of the last work by a 20th century master richly describes the impoverished life of the pied noir. A tribute to the value of education and the enduring impact of a committed teacher - the path out of poverty for the fortunate talented few.
Albert Camus won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1957. Three years later, at the age of 46, he died in a car crash, in the small village of Villeblevin, on the N6, between Fontainbleau and Sens. The manuscript for this book was in the car with him. It was obviously still incomplete, and this is reflected in various notes when the book was finally published in 1994. Gallimard, his publisher, also died in the crash. Camus is buried in Lourmarin, in the Vaucluse. With some much needed guidance, I've been realizing of late that Camus was a much better author, and human, than Jean-Paul Sartre. This work helps confirm that, and takes Sartre "out of my mouth" a bit.

The first chapter depicts the circumstances surrounding his birth, in 1913, in Mondovi (now Dréan) Algeria, which is south of Bône (now Annaba). As an Algerian of European origin, he is known as a "pied-noir," literally a black foot. The origin of the term is unknown, subject to much speculation. He never knew his father, a poor agricultural worker, who died less than a year later, in the Battle of the Marne. He was raised by his mother, who was half Spanish, and worked most of her life as a maid, along with his grandmother, and an uncle. Much later in his life, in the 1950's, he visited his father's grave which is in St. Brieuc, in Brittany (his father had been evacuated from the front, and died at a military hospital there). His youth was dominated by the economic poverty of his family's circumstances, because the original "breadwinner" was missing. Camus became "the first man" when he earned, at a very youthful age, his first paycheck from a summer job.

The book primarily relates Camus' childhood, with some chapters from the "present," that is, the `50's, after the commencement of the war in Algeria. As an American I found a "Spanky and our gang" quality to the tales of youth he related; for example, with a group of his buddies, sneaking off to the local park, avoiding the caretaker, and knocking coconuts out of the palm trees in order to enjoy their freshness, and then it was off to the beach, always knowing there would be "consequences" when one arrived home. Other vignettes including going to see the silent movies of the time, with the piano player who wore gloves, even in the summer heat, with his grandmother, who was illiterate, and who would make a point of loudly saying that she had "forgotten her glasses" (for reading the sub-titles) so her inability to read would not be apparent as Camus read her the sub-titles. He also describes a one-day hunting trip into the "bled" with his uncle Ernest (Etienne) that would be worthy of Pagnol's My Father's Glory & My Mother's Castle Marcel Pagnol's Memories of Childhood. Rich, warm, humane remembrances, of the people of Algeria, and the natural world in which they lived.

One teacher truly made a difference, M. Bernard. He saw Camus' potential (along with a few other students) and worked hard to obtain scholarships for them, including visiting Camus's mother to argue his case, so that he not be required to work at an early age. Interwoven through the entire memoir is his deep love and empathy for his mother who raised and cared for him despite dire economic circumstances. It helps shed light on a remark he had been criticized for, one made in Stockholm, after receiving the Nobel, concerning his mother and justice. It also helps to know that throughout his life he was a strong advocate of justice for the native Algerians.

Moving also were some of the vignettes from the `50's. Camus visits his mother in her apartment, life seems to have defeated her, despite her son's success, and I thought of a line from an old John Prine song, about the elderly, and their perceptions "...and all the news just repeats itself..." Camus attempts to find the farm where he was born. Everyone who might have known his parents were gone, and even their children are gone. He is greeted by an old "colon" farmer, who, as he says, "is denounced by Paris," and who has already sent his family to Marseilles, and is determined to continue to live, and probably die on his farm.

Almost a million Algerians of European origin, pieds-noirs, were forced to flee to metropolitan France in 1962, and were "poorly" received there. This book, in part, gives an insight into who they were... and are. An excellent read, and a good recommendation. 5-stars, plus.