Joel: I can’t see anything that I don’t like about you.
Clementine: But you will! You will. You know, you will think of things. And I’ll get bored with you and feel trapped because that’s what happens with me.
Joel: Okay.— Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
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French Nobel Literature Laureate Albert Camus was born Nov. 7, 1913. He was killed in a car accident in 1960…
The Nobel was given “for his important literary production, which with clear-sighted earnestness illuminates the problems of the human conscience in our times…”
Photo of Camus reading, by Loomis Dean - no year given. It is part of an astonishing LIFE Mag. portfolio of more than 200 images of Camus shot by Dean over the course of one or several days in Paris…
Camus editing, by Loomis Dean, LIFE
From Camus’ banquet speech in Stockhom: “For myself, I cannot live without my art. But I have never placed it above everything. If, on the other hand, I need it, it is because it cannot be separated from my fellow men, and it allows me to live, such as I am, on one level with them. It is a means of stirring the greatest number of people by offering them a privileged picture of common joys and sufferings. It obliges the artist not to keep himself apart; it subjects him to the most humble and the most universal truth. And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge. And if they have to take sides in this world, they can perhaps side only with that society in which, according to Nietzsche’s great words, not the judge but the creator will rule, whether he be a worker or an intellectual.” (Source)
Camus enlightened, by Loomis Dean - LIFE
“By the same token, the writer’s role is not free from difficult duties. By definition he cannot put himself today in the service of those who make history; he is at the service of those who suffer it. Otherwise, he will be alone and deprived of his art. Not all the armies of tyranny with their millions of men will free him from his isolation, even and particularly if he falls into step with them. But the silence of an unknown prisoner, abandoned to humiliations at the other end of the world, is enough to draw the writer out of his exile, at least whenever, in the midst of the privileges of freedom, he manages not to forget that silence, and to transmit it in order to make it resound by means of his art.” (Source)
Camus on the balcony, Loomis Dean - LIFE
“A character is never the author who created him. It is quite likely, however, that an author may be all his characters simultaneously.” - As quoted in Albert Camus : The Invincible Summer (1958) by Albert Maquet, p. 86; a remark made about the Marquis de Sade.
Camus in the park w. his kids - Loomis Dean, LIFE
“So many men are deprived of grace. How can one live without grace? One has to try it and do what Christianity never did: be concerned with the damned.” - Camus, Notebooks
Camus, soaked - Loomis Dean, LIFE
“For those of us who have been thrown into hell, mysterious melodies and the torturing images of a vanished beauty will always bring us, in the midst of crime and folly, the echo of that harmonious insurrection which bears witness, throughout the centuries, to the greatness of humanity.” - The Rebel, 1951
Camus in the dark - Loomis Dean, LIFE
“The evil that is in the world always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding.” - The Plague, 1947
