French lit.

March 17, 2013 § Leave a comment

First of all, I must say I haven’t studied a single French literature in depth in my life, but I somehow have got into French literature. Probably, it’s because of the theme, tone ant atmosphere that are often dark, absurd… Obviously, I’m aware that not all of the French literature are like that, but the ones I like are quite dark and the theme is pretty deep.

My favourite author is Albert Camus. “The Stranger” is one of my favourite books ever.

The other day, I’ve discovered the poetry that is in a way romantic (very typical stereotype of France) yet quite dark.
Paul Eluard is actually one of my favourite poet. I do read poetry in my first language, Japanese, never actually enjoyed reading any in other languages since the translation can be weiredly phrased, but I found a good website for reading French poetry in Japanese so I’m quite happy about it.

Le front aux vitres : Paul Eluard

  Le front aux vitres comme font les veilleurs de chagrin
  Ciel dont j’ai depasse la nuit
  Plaines toutes petites dans mes mains ouvertes
  Dans leur double horizon inerte indifferent
  Le front aux vitres comme font les veilleurs de chagrin
  Je te cherche par dela l’attente
  Par dela moi meme
  Et je ne sais plus tant je t’aime
  Lequel de nous deux est absent.


Albert Camus

December 18, 2012 § Leave a comment

One of my favourite authors is definitely Albert Camus (click for his biography).

His famous work is “The Stranger (L’Étranger)” that contributed to the Nobel Prize awarded at the age of 46 (fairly young in comparison to most of the people who have got the Nobel Prize).

I also quite like his work “La Peste”.

Throughout his work in general, he often expresses “absurd” and “unjust” of human beings. Very interesting to read (quite depressing too).

Camus, in relation to the concept of “absurd”, he said “The absurd is the essential concept and the first truth”.

Another reason why I like Albert Camus is because of his inspiring quotes!

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

I would rather live my life as if there is no God and die to find there isn’t, than live my life as if there isn’t and die to find out there is.

Nobody realises that some people expand tremendous energy

merely to be normal.

Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.


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