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.
這本書我讀了很久了,去年8月在上海買,在回程的20個小時硬座上讀完了這本書。或許是因為硬座疲憊,我匆匆翻讀這本書,只留下一個疏離冷漠的印象。當時不明白爲什麽這會是經典。 之後沒有重讀,但故事、或者說是印象留在了心中。現在最近半個月給自己定的讀書計劃是兩本法國哲...
評分 評分重读加缪的《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...
評分重读加缪的《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...
評分這本書我讀了很久了,去年8月在上海買,在回程的20個小時硬座上讀完了這本書。或許是因為硬座疲憊,我匆匆翻讀這本書,只留下一個疏離冷漠的印象。當時不明白爲什麽這會是經典。 之後沒有重讀,但故事、或者說是印象留在了心中。現在最近半個月給自己定的讀書計劃是兩本法國哲...
這本書簡直是場思想的迷宮,作者用一種近乎疏離的筆觸,描繪瞭一個個體在現代社會中那種無法言喻的抽離感。我讀完閤上的那一刻,腦海裏充斥的不是情節的跌宕起伏,而是對“意義”這個宏大命題的重新審視。它不像那些情節驅動的小說,讓你迫不及待想知道接下來會發生什麼;它更像一麵冰冷的鏡子,映照齣我們日常生活中那些被習慣和規範所掩蓋的荒謬。敘述者的視角異常清晰,卻又帶著一種令人不安的客觀,仿佛在記錄一個無關緊要的物體的運動軌跡。這種敘事方式極具穿透力,它挑戰瞭我們對“正常”的固有認知,迫使讀者跳齣舒適區,去質疑那些我們習以為常的道德和情感錶達。讀到某些段落時,我甚至會停下來,反復咀嚼那些看似簡單卻蘊含巨大張力的句子,思考作者是如何精準地捕捉到人類經驗中那些最細微、最難以名狀的裂痕的。它不是一本用來消遣的書,而更像一次精神上的洗禮或是一場漫長、清醒的噩夢,結束後你發現自己對周遭的一切都多瞭一層不易察覺的警惕。
评分這是一部關於“邊緣化”的教科書式樣本,但其高明之處在於,它沒有采用任何煽情的筆法去控訴或渲染。那種緩慢、近乎停滯的節奏感,與主角那種遊離於人群之外的狀態完美契閤。你仿佛能感受到地中海陽光下空氣的燥熱,和那種周遭一切都在以一種令人焦躁的速度運轉,而主角卻固執地保持著自己的零度狀態。特彆是在描述日常瑣事和人際交往時,那種語焉不詳和言不由衷,構建瞭一種強大的張力。每一次嘗試融入都以一種近乎荒謬的失敗告終,讓人不禁思考,這種“不閤群”究竟是性格的缺陷,還是對僵化社會的一種本能反抗?小說的結構設計也十分巧妙,前後呼應,但又不是那種傳統意義上的閉閤式結構,反而留下瞭更多的闡釋空間,像是一幅未完成的素描,讓觀者自行填補色彩。它探討的不僅僅是個人的睏境,更是現代性帶來的異化如何將人從社會共同體中剝離齣來,成為一個孤立的、純粹的“存在”。
评分這本書的敘事節奏感極其獨特,它不像一部小說,更像一份精心製作的檔案記錄,冷靜、客觀,卻在不經意間透露齣巨大的悲劇內核。它成功地將地理環境的特徵(那種強烈的、近乎壓抑的地域感)融入瞭角色的心理狀態中,使得環境不再僅僅是背景闆,而成為瞭塑造人物性格的決定性力量。我特彆欣賞作者處理“意外事件”的方式——那種平靜到近乎麻木的迴應,打破瞭傳統文學中對突發事件的戲劇化處理模式。這種“平淡化”的處理,反而極大地提升瞭事件的荒謬感和震撼力。它讓你思考,在一種特定的生存邏輯下,那些我們認為是天經地義的情感反應,是否隻是一種後天習得的社會性錶演?每一次閱讀,都像是在進行一次精神上的斷捨離,剝去那些社會強加給我們的“應該如此”的枷鎖,隻留下一個純粹的、麵對世界提問的自我。
评分如果說文學是關於人性的探索,那麼這本書無疑挖掘到瞭一個極深、極少有人敢於觸碰的層麵——人類情感的“不應答性”。我讀到一些關於傢庭關係和潛在衝突的部分時,那種無聲的、積纍的張力幾乎讓我無法呼吸。角色之間的交流充滿瞭停頓和未盡之言,比起那些激烈的爭吵,這種沉默帶來的壓迫感要強烈百倍。它揭示瞭一種令人不安的現實:很多時候,我們以為我們在“溝通”,但實際上我們隻是在進行兩個獨立個體的無效信息交換。作者似乎對人類在麵對極端情況時的反應有著一種近乎病態的敏銳洞察力,那種從容不迫地接受命運安排的姿態,挑戰瞭所有關於“求生本能”的傳統敘事。這本書的後勁非常大,讀完後的一周內,我的思維方式都仿佛被它重塑瞭,看待周圍的人和事,都會下意識地去尋找隱藏在那層錶象之下的、更原始的驅動力。
评分我喜歡作者那種近乎冷酷的文學精準度。這本書的語言是如此的精煉,沒有一處多餘的形容詞,每一個動詞都像手術刀一樣精準地切入主題。它像是一首結構嚴謹的現代詩歌,用最少的文字構建起最復雜的心理景觀。閱讀過程中,我不斷地被拉入一種強烈的“在場感”,仿佛我不是在閱讀文字,而是在親曆那個特定的時空,呼吸著那種帶著鹹味和塵土氣息的空氣。它沒有給我提供任何情感上的慰藉,相反,它剝去瞭所有虛飾,將生活最赤裸的本質暴露齣來。這種坦誠是令人震撼的,它迫使你直麵人性的某些灰色地帶,那些我們通常會選擇視而不見或用更悅耳的故事來粉飾的部分。這本書的魅力就在於它的“拒絕解釋”,它不試圖為你提供一個清晰的道德坐標係,而是讓你自己去摸索,去感受那種漂浮不定的狀態本身就是一種真相。
评分荒謬感, 虛無感. 譯名的話, 局外人、異鄉人、畸零人都要比陌生人強吧. 怎樣的浮世, 纔能有這般生存狀態, 不少地方我都看得笑瞭. 醉酒, 癲狂, 耳鳴, 皆是悠然心會, 妙處難與君說, 少數派的雖敗猶勝在文學作品中屢試不爽. 蘭波笑說: "我是一個他人." 倒是應景非常.
评分我當時寫essay找教授說我根本沒有感受這樣的strangeness(其實以前應該有過) 教授說: that's because you are mentally healthy! 哈哈哈哈笑死我瞭
评分看不懂就對瞭,因為它得瞭諾奬。是否齣瞭中譯本?
评分仔細想想國人並沒有喪的傳統,所以翻譯《人間失格》或者《局外人》的時候,字裏行間都在“強說愁”,大概可以形容之為“尬喪”。英譯本就完全不同,不需要太多形容詞,隻需單純平淡敘事就能窺見主人公性情,順暢得很。
评分從朋友那拿的書,看完一查纔發現是大名鼎鼎的加繆。故事殘酷無情,卻有不少讓我捧腹大笑的段落,笑完感到殘忍。
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