The Plague

In the North African town of Oran, rats begin to come out of hiding and die in the streets. Shortly thereafter, residents, in ever-increasing numbers, fall ill with a mysterious fever. As these stricken townsfolk die, Dr. Bernard Rieux recognizes they have contracted the bubonic plague. The city is shut down. Guards are posted at all the gates so no one can enter or leave. Rieux devotes himself to alleviating the suffering of the sick as much as he is able, painfully aware that the city is at the mercy of a scourge for which he has no cure. He “fights against a creation which allows children to suffer and die.”I first read this novel when I was twenty years old, more than five decades ago, and I still have that paperback copy, its pages yellow with age, passages marked that I read and re-read for years afterward. On that first reading, I remember being shaken to my core. After all, I was a student in a Catholic seminary at the time, and this book challenged all I thought I knew about life. This past month I asked myself, “Will it still resonate? Does it have something to say to our quarantined life?”At first, I was doubtful. I had forgotten how glacially slow the novel is at the outset. But then, about midway through, the prose becomes poetic, as the characters begin to struggle with their moral dilemmas. As Rieux’s friend Tarrou observes:“I know positively…that each of us has the plague within him; no one, no one on earth is free from it. And I know, too, that we must keep endless watch on ourselves lest in a careless moment we breathe in somebody’s face and fasten the infection on him…The good man, the man who infects hardly anyone, is he who has the fewest lapses of attention.”I wept again at the death of the young boy Philippe, whose “long, incessant scream” is “the angry death-cry that has sounded through the ages of mankind.” I felt the slim encouragement Rieux offers us, when he comments that in time of pestilence, we learn “there is more to admire in men than to despise.” In our own time of quarantine, I wholeheartedly agreed with his pronouncement that “a loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one’s work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face, the warmth and wonder of a loving heart.”I confess I read the last third of the book through tear-dimmed eyes. One passage in particular, which documents Tarrou’s death, made me think of the extraordinary efforts of our own caregivers fighting COVID-19, and the emergency room doctor, Lorna Breen, who took her own life when, as her sister said, she was “in an untenable situation.”“This human form, his friend’s, lacerated by the spear-thrusts of the plague, consumed by searing, superhuman fires, buffeted by all the raging winds of heaven, was foundering under his eyes in the dark flood of the pestilence, and he could do nothing to avert the wreck. He could only stand, unavailing, on the shore, empty-handed and sick at heart, unarmed and helpless yet again under the onset of calamity.”Ultimately, The Plague is a meditation on the meaning of life and death. It examines the behavior of human beings in the face of ineluctable destiny. Some act heroically; others are driven mad.No, this is not light reading, but you will be rewarded handsomely for your efforts.

Shakespeare’s use of decisive language permeated his plays in such ominous proclamations as this : “A Plague on Both Your Houses“.This line marks the end of a love story, possibly the greatest ever told, that was surrounded by a plague that decimated Europe during the 14th. century. Here lovers are masked at balls and the cover of the night, acts of violence are played out in near secrecy, and plots to unite two houses are conducted under the auspices of shrift. Proprietary caution yields to unbridled passion, pent up manhood finds untimely and mortal resolutions, and sage potions and machinations are exposed by the unfolding events that these misdirections bring.In Camus’s “The Plague” there also exist two households in Oran where he laid his scene. However, the medieval world of social prescriptions, decorum, and refinements which masked hidden desires and troubled souls, has given way to a world irony where one’s soul and faith twinkle and dance like listless fireflies on a summer’s humid night. These agitated and listless souls are driven inside to their homes by a virus, one that they can neither see or understand until it begins to take its toll. Citizens of Oran are driven into their homes and away from jobs, income, and social discourse as the deaths grow. Their homes become their shelter and their prison all at once. And despite all the warnings, the bars and restaurants are peopled with those who are willing to risk their very lives for moments of a sameness that defies the reality of the Plague and its ability to disrupt life as they once knew it.The other house is the self that struggles with limitations, realizations of power of the unknown, the longing to return to time that is not consumed with fear and loathing. Camus refused to accept the label of existential when applied to his writings. For one it’s a term that is baggy in its general application of moments of unknown or supercharged meaning to individuals in the universe at large. Actually, as the late,great Professor Hubert Dreyfus explained, the term has very specific applications in different philosopher’s work. Kierkegaard saw it as a means of coming to term with a “sickness unto death”. The resolution the other house, is to the plague of the self that was desperate revealing itself as commitment. Camus tracks this type of commitment through a myriad of characters that truly establish and exhibit a defining relationship/commitment in their dedication and resolve to fight the plague and help their fellow man in doing so.Camus has the unknown narrator observe early on in the novel: “...rats died in the street; men in their homes.” But, it is the “knights of faith“ that by taking actions and individual leaps of faith into perilous unknown, that restore the life of Oran, and return it to the days before the plague. At the end of the novel he warns the readers that the rats could be roused and sent out to die in another happy city. If so, and when, we already know his answer to such an ensuing struggle: faith and commitment.

A french classic. A brilliant writer.

A book that is almost 80 years old and yet speaks to us clearly in these strange times that are Covid lock downs. From the emergence of the rats as the early signal of what is to come and the somewhat inside nature of the initial response, Camus could have been writing about the current Vivid 19 outbreak. Thought provoking and a study of human nature this is a novel that is on par with the Stranger in my opinion.

Everyone should read this book. The story is riveting and you learn a lot about human motivation and responses to this. The book itself is a nice hardcover which is very sturdy and well bound

Merci pour cet ouvrage très simple et écrit gros. Le texte de Camus est bien traduit et reflète la même ambiance qu'en Français.A recommender

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