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Simone-Like Heroine. Readers of The Mandarins need not expect a good story or flashy writing. But anyone wanting to know what interesting people like Sartre, Novelist Albert Camus, Arthur Koestler and others were thinking at war's end about France, Russia, the U.S., Communism and life generally will find the answers here in abundance. Her setting is Paris just after the liberation, her characters writers and intellectuals who live to talk and make love as though they were being put through their paces by an observant Kinsey. They also say just what Author de Beauvoir wants them...
...France, the moderate's voice is getting harder to hear. Every day, as the Mollet government fumbles, Frenchmen die in Algeria, French anger and disgust swells, Poujade's dynamic appeal grows more persuasive to many disillusioned Frenchmen. "It is getting painful to be French," observed Novelist Albert Camus recently...
...review of The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus states: "The garden which Voltaire advised the French to cultivate (instead of listening to crazy Germanic philosophers) has turned out to be a stony little half-acre. Furthermore, the horticulture is hampered all the time by the heavy tread of Germanic philosophers among the petits pois." . . . The philosophic garden of Voltaire sprouted such "petits pois" as the French Declaration of the Rights of Man and the U.S. Constitution. These intellectual crops still come in handy...
...seems that Camus rejects the possibility of God, and the ultimate significance of life, on the ground that man's reason can discover no valid proof of either. What does he expect, an angel with a flaming sword? . . . Camus, and the coterie of which he is a dominant figure, are guilty of childishness. To assume that life has no meaning because it is not immediately and inescapably apparent is ridiculous. To erect a concept of life on a basis of futility is hopeless; man cannot predicate purposive action and deny the existence of purpose . . . Camus is caught...
Most will agree with Camus that the disappearance of God from the calculations of the modern intellectual has put a rope of despair round his neck. And they may respect Camus' astonishingly simple faith that things will be more comfortable if it is agreed to call despair "lack of hope," and the rope a cravat...