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Living daily with the absurd can be stressful; the creative arts are a joyful way to relieve that stress while expressing absurdity. For the artist struck by absurdity, art becomes focused not on explanations but on descriptions of the endless ways in which the absurd manifests in life.
Art isn’t a therapy for absurdity but a symptom of it. Great art begins in thought, then veers off into the emotions. Art doesn’t pretentiously explain a theory but gives a human example. Thought is secondary; experience is primary. Music is the purest version of this, yet it, too, expresses thought in the mathematics of its rhythms.
The temptation to teach an intellectual lesson is greatest in fiction writing. The question is whether the absurd can stand up to that temptation. The best fiction writers are “philosophical novelists” who express their ideas “in images rather than in reasoned arguments” (101). Those who write about the absurd, however, often retreat from the challenge, finding refuge in hopeful and illusory conclusions.
Nineteenth-century author Fyodor Dostoevsky was ahead of his time in considering suicide as an appropriate response to the meaningless absurdity of life. In one of his novels, the character Kirilov decides to kill himself as a protest against a godless universe. Another character, a political revolutionary, wants to murder a fellow conspirator and have Kirilov take the blame in his suicide note; Kirilov despises them but agrees to do it, saying, “I shall kill myself in order to assert my insubordination, my new and dreadful liberty” (106).
Kirilov imagines that Jesus, at his death, discovered that he wasn’t going to Paradise after all, which negated his sacrifice. Kirilov concludes that if God doesn’t exist, then he must “kill himself to become god” (106). He means that real divinity is independence in this life from gods and their rules. He kills himself not in despair but out of desire to inspire others to rebel against hope and fate.
Other Dostoevsky characters try to live in a state of independence; often they fail and go mad. The people around them, however, live much smaller lives; they merely abase themselves to worship beliefs that make them feel safe. For Dostoevsky’s absurd characters, on the other hand, “All is well, everything is permitted, and nothing is hateful” (110). Their lives otherwise aren’t so different from everyone else’s; their anxieties are our own.
Even Dostoevsky, however, seems to bow to the need for immortality. Though he eloquently sets forth the problem of absurdity as it affects ordinary people, in the end he capitulates to the need for certainty. In The Brothers Karamazov his characters conclude that they will meet again in the afterlife. All the angst about emptiness is tossed aside for a safe belief. Dostoevsky can’t sustain his absurdism and instead collapses into the philosophical suicide of the existentialists.
It’s possible, though, that Dostoevsky meant to arrive at a more complex conclusion: “existence is illusory and it is eternal” (112).
Like the Catholic Church, which defined itself in part as a reaction to the behaviors of its enemies, absurdism takes shape in contrast to philosophies that fail to sustain an awareness of emptiness.
Most creative works that try to deal with absurdity fall back onto the safety of belief in eternal truths. The absurdist artist instead creates something that both becomes great and negates itself. A body of such works evolves but doesn’t arrive at some pat final conclusion; each creation both complements and contradicts the others.
Creativity demands patience and the willingness to persist in the face of failure. Its ordeal toughens the person who does the work. Lucid artists are willing to create something that turns back on itself, that rebels, and that reveals human weakness: “ironic philosophies produce passionate works” (116).
When an artist turns away from thoughts of comforting unity, a diversity of ideas springs forth. Expressing those ideas, even if they contradict each other, is enough; no “doctrine” need be expressed. In doing so, the artist abandons the need for the artwork to be important and to matter. The work thus frees the artist and becomes a symbol of that freedom.
Sisyphus was a character in ancient Greece—a wise man, a highwayman, or a king, depending on the source—who was condemned by the gods to push a giant rock up a mountain and watch it fall back down, over and over, for eternity.
Sisyphus revealed to a river god the whereabouts of the god’s daughter and her lover Zeus. Sisyphus did this in exchange for a spring that would provide water for his city of Corinth. In the underworld after his death, Sisyphus caused a great deal of trouble. For these reasons, the gods punished him.
Sisyphus is an “absurd hero” who lives with enthusiasm, rebels against the gods, and suffers eternal meaningless torture. Every time he gets that boulder to the top of the mountain, it tumbles back down and he must start over. His freedom lies in the walk back down the hill, when he contemplates his tragic doom and sneers at it.
By acknowledging that fate, Sisyphus rises above it. Like Oedipus, who at the end of his tragically fated life says, “I conclude that all is well” (122), Sisyphus takes away the power of the gods.
Camus concludes, “One must imagine Sisyphus happy” (123).
In Part 3, “Absurd Creation,” Camus explores creativity and its relationship to absurdity. As an author and playwright, he focuses on writing, but his ideas apply to all the arts.
He suggests that the best storytelling brings out the absurd in human life, but it does so by example, with stories of everyday people who struggle with meaninglessness and try to live worthwhile lives in the face of absurdity. What the best writers don’t do, Camus says, is directly express their concepts by moralizing, as if they were writing opinion pieces instead of fiction.
Camus writes, “Any thought that abandons unity glorifies diversity” (116). By this, he means that creativity thrives on multiple, often-contradictory ideas that reveal the uncertainties and ambiguities of life. A work that points directly at a theory—“In conclusion, it’s inevitable that…”—merely pontificates, insisting that it’s right and pushing people’s noses into its ideas. It’s much better if, for example, a character struggles and suffers over a dilemma, and perhaps fails to resolve it; the reader’s heart will quicken in response to that character’s suffering. That is how the lesson of the work, if there is one, best reveals itself: The audience discovers the point.
Part of absurdism’s purpose is to restore to humans a sense of dignity in the face of an uncaring universe. Nearly all of us succumb to the need for safety by submitting to social or religious creeds. When people follow rules laid down from on high, they abase themselves before the authority of the rule maker; Camus asserts that “it is essential to humiliate oneself in order to believe” (109). The test of a great author, according to Camus, is whether that writer can sustain a story that depicts the absurd and not cave in to the temptation to fix the absurdity with a cure for it in eternity.
In this respect, Camus finds most authors wanting. They give in to the lures of false certainties; like the existentialist philosophers whom Camus criticizes, they commit “philosophical suicide” by killing off the potential in their creative works.
Dostoevsky, an early developer of Existential literary themes, and one of Camus’s heroes, ultimately fails this test by retreating to a belief in an eternal afterlife as a solace for the emptiness of earthly life. Dostoevsky permits his hero Kirilov to complete his battle against absurdity with a carefully chosen, political act of suicide; other characters aren’t as lucky and must cure themselves with reassuring beliefs about the afterlife.
As he reaches this verdict, Camus seems to shake his head in disappointment; he concludes that Dostoevsky betrays his characters by preventing some them from living out their absurd conclusions. Camus retains great respect for Dostoevsky’s descriptions of human lives burdened by absurdity, and he offers him partial credit: “It is not an absurd work that is involved here, but a work that propounds the absurd problem” (112). Camus also thinks that perhaps Dostoevsky doesn’t really run from absurdity but meets it halfway by conjecturing that life is both absurd and eternal.
Part 4, “The Myth of Sisyphus,” wraps up the main essay with its depiction of a man who, punished eternally by the gods, accepts and owns his horrifically absurd fate and comes to relish it. In this way, he defies the gods’ purpose and renders them impotent. Sisyphus thus becomes the exemplar for those who accept the absurdity of life.
Denying gods or rebelling against their power is a theme that recurs in Camus’s works. In each of Camus’s writing cycles—an essay, a novel, a play—a character from Greek mythology symbolizes the topic. The first cycle, on absurdity, is represented by Sisyphus, a king who betrayed a secret about Zeus to another god in exchange for a spring to sustain his city of Corinth. In Camus’s second cycle the topic is rebellion and the mythical sponsor is the god Prometheus: In the manner of Sisyphus, Prometheus betrays the Olympians and reveals one of their secrets to humanity—in this case, the ability to make fire. Both characters are punished everlastingly for revealing forbidden information. Deities don’t like it when people discover their pettiness.
Perhaps the last word on absurdity comes from the gods themselves. In the film Troy, the warrior Achilles comments, “The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed.” (Troy. Directed by Wolfgang Petersen, written by David Benioff, 2004.) Camus couldn’t have put it better.
By Albert Camus