La peste

C'est moi qui remplace la peste , s'écriait caligula, l'empereur dément. bientôt, la peste brune déferlait sur l'europe dans un grand bruit de bottes. France was choked by the coutures de somme et de loire, troupes of prisoners, escaped millions of barbelés and créon the symbolic world of Melville and Daniel Defoe, the pestilence of these days of death, this passion collective of a Europe in torture, détournée as oran de la mer et de sa mesure.the war undoubtedly emphasises segregation, illness and insecurity. but are we not still more or less segregated, disillusioned, exiled, ripped off as the fruit of war? Faced with suffering as well as death, faced with the annihilation of the remembrance - orphée cent fois repris - the pestilence recurs in our paths, it imposes on us the vision of a universe without a future.a universe without a future, without finality, a world of repetition and of exhausting monotony, where the drama even fails to appear dramatic.me fails to appear dramatic and is imbued with macabre humour, oU les hommes se définissent moins par leur démarche, leur langage et leur poids de chair que par leurs silences, leurs secrètes blessures, leurs ombres portées et leurs réactions aux défis de l'existence.la peste is therefore, on the basis of the interpretations, the chronicle of resistance or a novel of permanence, the prolongement de l'etranger or a progrès sur l'etranger, the livre des damnés et des solitaires or the manuel du relatif et de la solidarité - in all cases, a pudding-like and calculated oeuvre that Albert Camus sometimes did well over the course of seven difficult years of gestation, maturation and editing, interspersed with the struggles of the resistance and the journalist.