How Albert Camus, the great symbol of the philosophy of the absurd, had the most absurd of deaths

There are times when the line between tragedy, irony, absurdity and cruelty is so fine that it is almost impossible to appreciate it. It happened on the afternoon of January 4, 1960 in the Route Nationale 5 of France, near the town of Villeblevinin Burgundy, when a luxury car left the road and crashed into a plane tree. The impact was so violent that it immediately killed one of its occupants, the famous writer Albert Camus. That’s the tragic part of the story. The ironic (or cruel, who knows) thing is that this absurd death silenced a writer who had stood out precisely for its depth when analyzing the meaninglessness of the human condition. A fateful change of plans They say that Albert Camus he didn’t like them cars or speed. True or not, the reality is that his initial idea to return to Paris after spending the Christmas holidays in Lourmarin was to take a train. Even came to buy the ticket, which according to some versions he had in his pocket at the time of his death. If he finally chose to travel by road it was because Michel Gallimardhis friend and editor, convinced him to return with him and his family aboard his brand new Facel Vegaa French luxury car brand that fell in love, inter aliato Pablo Picasso, Ava Gardner or James Dean. That change of itinerary (now we know) was a blunder. On the afternoon of January 4, 1960, while driving through Burgundy, Gallimard’s Facel Vega FV3B suffered a puncture that caused it to lurch, according to a reconstruction published at the time by the magazine L’Automobile and rescued in 1961 by Atlantic. What exactly happened? The left rear tire is believed to have burst. The tire slid on the asphalt. The right front wheel went into a ditch. And the car went to the side. The Facel Vega ended up hitting a tree. The impact was so strong that the vehicle spun and suffered a second collision against another of the plane trees that flanked the road. The scene, which the drivers of National Route Number 5 soon approached, gives an idea of ​​the violence of the accident: the engine and gearbox were thrown and the chassis ended up twisted. As for the people who were traveling on board, they all suffered the impact, but not to the same extent. Gallimard’s wife and daughter were bleeding after being thrown from the back of the car, although they were well enough to call the family pet. The driver was unconscious, so he had to be taken to the hospital, where despite all attempts to save his life (he was even transferred from Villeneuve-la-Guyard to Paris) he died days later. The worst off was Camus, who was traveling as a passenger in the right front seat. After the first crash and lurch, the Facel Vega was bounced and hit a second log, which hit the door located right next to the writer. It is believed that he died instantly. When the reporters began to arrive at the scene, after learning that this was not just another accident, but the accident that had deprived French literature of one of its great promises, they found a destroyed dashboard that left two figures to remember: the clock, whose hands marked 1:54; and a speedometer stuck at 145 km/hwhich raises the question to what extent speed played a key role in the tire blowout. “Unforeseen and absurd” Although Camus was only 46 years old (he had turned two months earlier) he was already a celebrity inside and outside France, both for the scope of his literary work and his prestige as an intellectual, activist and philosopher. As if that weren’t enough a few years earlier, in 1957had become the second youngest writer to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. This great fame explains why French public radio interrupted its musical programming to break the news, which ended up reaching media outlets around the world. The Korean newspaper The Chosun Daily dedicated multiple pages and in Spain the news was picked up by, among others, the newspaper ABCwhose correspondent I remembered that the blow had been so violent that the car was broken into three pieces. The chronicle the firm Federico García-Requena, correspondent in Paris, who chose a headline that went beyond simply informative: “The death, unforeseen and absurd, of Albert Camus.” The term ‘unforeseen’ is obvious, but to understand the term ‘absurd’ (beyond the fact that all deaths on the asphalt are absurd) it is necessary to know more about Camus’ philosophical legacy. If he explored something in his work, both from narrative fiction (‘The Stranger’) and from the philosophical essay (‘The Myth of Sisyphus’), it is the absurdity, the absolute meaninglessness of human existence. Although for the writer of Algerian origin, assuming that maxim is not equivalent to adopting a defeatist attitude. On the contrary: “This essay considers the absurdity, taken until now as a conclusion, as a starting point“, ‘The Myth of Sisyphus’ startsperhaps the work in which he deepens his vision of existence the most. “All that can be said is that this world, in itself, is not reasonable. But what is absurd is the confrontation of that irrational and that unbridled desire for clarity whose call resonates in the depths of man,” Camus exposes on the following pages. “The absurd is born from this confrontation between the human call and the unreasonable silence of the world. This is what must not be forgotten. This is what must be clung to, since the entire consequence of a life can be born from it.” Faced with this suffocating reality, Camus reminds us that embracing the absurd is not equivalent to resignation. On the contrary. “This rebellion gives life its value. Extended throughout an entire existence, it restores its greatness. For a man without blinders there is no more beautiful spectacle than that of intelligence in struggle with a reality that surpasses it. The spectacle of human pride … Read more

Brazil has taken 23 years to discover that its English judge Albert Lancelot Canterbury is called José and never left the country

Exactly 10 years ago, a decade, the media made the case of an Australian of Vietnamese origin famous. Its history today is part of that set of surreal stories that were born (and died) on the network. Apparently, the guy, called nothing less What Phuc Dat Bichhe was censored by Facebook due to his name (and his hilarious similarity with “Fuck That Bitch”). Unfortunately, the story in the end was too good to be true. In Brazil it occurred to the resemblance, but for 23 years nobody doubted Judge Edward Albert Lancelot Dodd Canterbury Caterham Wickfield. The “aristocrat” of the countryside. The short version: for more than two decades, the judicial system of the state of São Paulo housed a judge who did not exist. La Tarce: José Eduardo Franco Dos Reis, a Brazilian citizen, managed to pass public exams, graduate in Law at the University of São Paulo and exercise as a magistrate under a completely false identity: Edward Albert Lancelot Dodd Canterbury Caterham Wickfield, a name as extravagant as Anglophile. The farce began in the 80s, when two reis, determined to reinvent itself, falsified his birth certificate to present himself as a British aristocrat born in Brazil but raised in the United Kingdom. In 1995, already officially converted to a judge, the character consolidated with Press Interviews in which he narrated a fictitious childhood between English castles and noble lineages. An institutionalized lie. The really fascinating thing about this story is the time that has gone unnoticed by the authorities. The truth came to light in 2024when two Reis (even using Wickfield’s name) went to a government office to renew its identity document. Although all his legal roles were in the name of his alter ego British, the number of birth registration coincided with that of a Brazilian citizen. The crossing of fingerprints confirmed the suspicion: Judge Edward Albert Lancelot Dodd Canterbury Caterham Wickfield never existed. It was, in reality, a carefully built and sustained character for more than 20 years by “José”, a man who never left the country and who managed to deceive colleagues, institutions and control organisms without anyone questioning his story … despite the obvious theatricality of his name. An unlikely explanation. After discovering fraud, two Reis was summoned to declare. Then, the man appeared under his real name for the first time in decades, although he offered an even more delusional defense: he said that Wickfield was His twin brotheradopted in childhood by a couple of British aristocrats. Nor did he provide evidence or explain the origin of the names, although Media as Folha de S. Paulo They have pointed out the clear and obvious literary inspiration: from Sir Lancelot of The round table Even Mr. Wickfield from David Copperfieldby Charles Dickens. The Prosecutor’s Office formally accused him of ideological falsehood and use of false documents, but so far it has not been able to be located, so it has not been formally notified. A judicial fortune. During his career, “José” accumulated prestige, power and a juicy pension of more than $ 28,000 per monththe same ones that continued to charge even after his retirement in 2018. However, after the revelation of fraud, the Court of Justice of São Paulo has ordered the immediate suspension of his payments, an amount that only in February It would exceed 166,000 reais. No doubt, the case has left the stunned Brazilian public opinionnot only because of the magnitude of the deception, but by the dimension of the structural failure of the institutions that allowed a man to live under a literary identity, absurd and completely invented within one of the most monitored powers of the State. To the small screen. If you want also, the scandal is not only an anecdote of imposture, but a living metaphor of how the appearance, Language and authority can build parallel realities in systems that do not always require rigorous evidence to validate their pillars. The Wickfield-Dos Reis case not only ridicule the judicial system Brazilian, but reveals bureaucratic fragility against the imposted charism and a well -spun narrative (apparently). Plus: that a judge could be inspired by British literature to create their identity and exercise for decades without being discovered, it is both a structural failure and An institutional tragicomedy worthy of a Dickens novel … or a script that I could surely prepare the Netflix very. Image | ITOLDYA, Devianart In Xataka | Indeed, if you doubted that someone was called Phuc Dat Bich, you were right In Xataka | AGLOE: The story of how a city that did not exist until Google eliminated it was introduced into the maps

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