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Thursday, 31 August 2023

The Plague

Immediately I saw the topic for this week’s blog my thoughts were taken to the novel by Albert Camus. I had read it years ago and darted over to my bookshelves and was relieved to find I had still had my dog-eared copy as well as all his other novels, I must have been going through a Camus phase.


Before I come to the book let’s have a quick look at the background to the author. Camus was born to a French family in Algeria, which was then a colony of France. He was raised in poverty, and suffered from tuberculosis while at the University of Algiers. He joined the Communist Party for several years, then wrote for an anti-colonialist Algerian newspaper, joined an anarchist group, and then wrote and fought for the French Resistance against the Nazi occupiers in WWII. He was married to Simone HiĆ© and later Francine Faure, and had two children. He consistently supported human rights, and vigorously opposed war and capital punishment. He won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1957. He was killed in a car accident at the age of 46.

The following is the best synopsis of the book I could find and was written by Scott Anderson in 2017: 
'The Plague ' is a novel by Albert Camus, published in 1947, that tells the story of a plague sweeping the French Algerian city of Oran. It asks a number of questions relating to the nature of destiny, and the human condition. The characters in the book, ranging from doctors to vacationers to fugitives, all help to show the effects the plague has on a populace.

The novel is believed to be based on the cholera epidemic that killed a large percentage of Oran's population in 1849, following French colonization, but the novel is placed in the 1940s. 'The Plague ' is considered an existentialist classic, despite Camus' objection to the label.


Camus included a dim-witted character misreading Kafka’s 'The Trial ' as a mystery novel, as an oblique homage. The novel has been read as a metaphorical treatment of the French resistance to Nazi occupation during World War II. Additionally, he further illustrates the human reaction towards the absurd. 'The Plague ' represents how the world deals with the philosophical notion of the absurd, a theory that Camus himself helped to define.

The novel became a bestseller during Covid to the point that its British publisher Penguin Classics reported struggling to keep up with demand. Camus' daughter Catherine said that the message of the novel had newfound relevance in that "we are not responsible for coronavirus but we can be responsible in the way we respond.”

Here are a few excerpts to give a flavour of his writing.

Part One Chapter 1: ‘In any case the narrator (whose name will be made known in due course) would have little claim to competence for a task like this, had chance not put him in the way of gathering much information....but perhaps the time has come to drop preliminaries and cautionary remarks, and to launch into the narrative proper. The account of the first days needs giving in some detail.’

Chapter 2: ‘When leaving his surgery on the morning of 16 April, Dr Bernard Rieux felt something soft under his foot. It was a dead rat lying in the middle of the landing.’

Part Two Chapter 4 ‘What I want doctor is this. On the day when the manuscript reaches the publisher, I want him to stand up and say to his staff “Gentlemen, hats off.” 

Rieux was dumbfounded...though he knew little of the literary world, Rieux had a suspicion that things didn’t happen it quite so picturesquely – that, for instance, publishers do not keep their hats on in their offices.’

Chapter 8: ‘The evil that is in world always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence, if they lack understanding. On the whole men are more good than bad; that, however, isn’t the real point. But they are more or less ignorant, and it is this that we call vice or virtue; the most incorrigible vice being that of ignorance which fancies it knows everything and therefore claims for itself the right to kill.’

I hope the above shows the mixtures of tone in his writing. Reporting, philosophy and humour.

The other reason that I wanted to mention Camus is for something which he said in 1957:


His actual words were: “After many years in which the world has afforded me many experiences, what I know most surely in the long run about morality and obligations, I owe to football.”







Thanks for reading, Terry Q

Tuesday, 19 July 2022

Summer - Making Memories


It is here, at last, the moment we’ve been waiting for. Proper sultry, summer weather of hot sun and blue skies from dawn until dusk, which is around nine-thirty, and I would like to say it goes on day after day. It won’t. I think this is two days of heatwave, then rain, possibly storm, and cooler temperatures. My house is currently thirty-four degrees and I feel sticky and uncomfortable.  The heatwave may not be completely responsible.  After two and a half years of sticking to guidelines and looking out for myself and family, Covid has got me. I tested positive at the weekend after feeling unwell for a couple of days. There are no signs of recovery yet. When it cools down, I’ll rest in the garden, admiring the fruits of my labours, especially the planter I’ve called Tangerine and White.

The summers of our youth were everlasting and full of ice cream, the park, the beach and sometimes a holiday. Our holidays tended to be spent with family, when my dad could escape from running the pub for more than two days together. It was always good to spent time with our cousins. They are in the USA now, but they lived in London and the south of England when we were all children. My sister and I loved their big garden offering lots of room to play, even space for badminton.

For years home was a pub on South Promenade. We had the beach on our doorstep. Day after day we were there, not a care in the world and not a thought for how lucky we were. Someone would be with us until I, being the eldest, was considered old enough to take us across four lanes of traffic and the tramlines. My sister would choose an ice lolly or ice cream. I loved a portion of shrimps in a tiny paper bag. I can still taste how delicious they were. Better than anything sweet.

When our children were young, summer holidays meant the long road trip to Pembrokeshire and a couple of weeks staying in a static caravan. It was owned by family members who didn’t use it during the busy months of July and August, but were very happy for us and others to enjoy it. We were so privileged. We had holidays that wouldn’t have happened if not for the generosity of our extended family. Our children, and us have great memories of those wonderful times.

Making memories is what we’ll be doing in a few weeks when we take our grown up children and all our grandchildren to have a blast at Butlin’s. It’s our treat as grandparents and a one-off. It will be fun for all of us, of course, but it is centred on giving the grandchildren a fabulous time. My grandparents used to take me to Butlin’s when I was small, before I had a sister. Now I’m the nanna. It’s my turn.

Allow me the indulgence of my favourite of Shakespeare’s sonnets,

Sonnet 18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare 1564-1616

Thanks for reading, Pam x