Albert Camus


1913

7 November: AC born in Mondovi, Algeria.

1914

Father is drafted into the French army and dies in September in the First Battle of the Marne.

1930

AC finishes school with a major in philosophy.

Contracts tuberculosis.

1934

Marries Simone Hié.

1935

Founds the Théâtre du Travail (Worker's Theatre).

1936

Divorces Simone because of her morphine addiction and their infidelities.

1938

Becomes a journalist.

1939

Volunteers for service in the French army but is rejected on medical grounds.

1940

Marries Francine Faure.

Writes an essay on the conditions of Muslims in Algeria that causes him to lose his job and move to Paris.

1941

Joins the Resistance against the Germans and becomes an editor of Combat, an underground newspaper.

Writes L'etranger (The Stranger); meets Jean Paul Sartre.

From Andy Martin, in The Guardian: Camus was a movie star among French philosophers. He had Resistance chic, and wore the collar of his trench coat turned up like Humphrey Bogart. He was a man Vogue wanted to photograph, who never really had to try too hard [to attract women]. Whereas Sartre had to try very hard. “Why are you going to so much trouble?” Camus, all laid-back cool, said to him one night when they were out drinking in some Left Bank bar and Sartre had been laboriously applying his chat-up routine. “Have you had a proper look at this mug?” Sartre replied.

1942

Writes Le Mythe de Sisyphe (The Myth of Sisyphus).

1945

Francine gives birth to twins, Catherine and Jean.

1946

Writes La Peste (The Plague).

1947

Writes Les Justes (The Just Assassins), a play.

Has a falling out with the editorial board of Combat and leaves the paper.

1949

His TB flares up; he spends the next two years in isolation

1951

Writes L'Homme Revolte (The Rebel).

Begins writing the short stories in L'Exil et le Royaume (Exile and the Kingdom), which isn't published until 1957.

1956

Writes La Chute (The Fall).

1957

Wins the Nobel Prize in Literature.

1960

4 January: dies in an auto accident in Sens, France on the road to Paris. An unused train ticket was found in his coat pocket, as he had planned to travel with his wife and children, but changed his plan when his publisher asked to travel with him

 

A novel is nothing but philosophy expressed in images.

 

Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.

 

Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.