Reports of his death were met with sadness and disbelief. He was, to many, one of the greatest writers of his generation. Obsessing about the meaning of life, he delivered works along an existential vein. And, at the time of this death, it appeared that his best work was yet to come (at least he thought so).
According to The Guardian, there may have been more to the car accident that killed him than we'd been led to believe. Could it be that the KGB tampered with the vehicle? It sounds farfetched, but it's still an intriguing tidbit. And, it adds an embellishment of color and controversy to a life already en-mired with struggle. What meaning can we find in this latest news? Of life? Of literature?
So, what do we know of him?
Albert Camus was a French/African novelist, essayist and playwright. One of his most famous claims to fame was his novel, The Plague (1948). His body of work included The Stranger (1946), , The Rebel (1954) and The Myth of Sisyphus (1955). And, for all the interwoven stories of life's meaning and humanity's struggles, he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. The committee cited "his important literary production, which with clear-sighted earnestness illuminates the problems of the human conscience in our times"...
In The Plague, Camus wrote: "Death means nothing to men like me. It's the event that proves them right."
He also wrote, "I've seen enough people who die for an idea. I don't believe in heroism; I know it's easy and I've learnt it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves."
His death was tragic--whether he was assassinated or killed in a car accident. He appeared to have more to contribute; but his life was cut short. What other works might he have created? How would they compare? Two years before his death, he wrote, "I continue to be convinced that my work hasn't even been begun."