.... Some faces are stingy, denying one even the flicker of eyelids. They appear starched. I love his lower lip like a white Negroâs, his squint, his wandering eye, his shipwrecked eye, a slipstream of light when he enters our troubled waters .
âViolette Leduc, La Folie en tête , 1970
Existentialism was a hard philosophy to live by, as it put the responsibility of life squarely on manâs own shoulders, offering him no alibis and no comfort. Amazingly, Sartre himself found it toohard to bear: he tried to reconcile Existentialism with Marxismâan attempted âsquaring of the circleâ which led him to compromise and to personal âinauthenticity.â He and Simone de Beauvoir aligned themselves with the Communist Party and became staunch fellow-travellers. They established a kind of intellectual terrorism by declaring âall anti-communists are swine,â broke with their friendsâCamus, Aron, Koestler, even the suave Merleau-Pontyâand surrounded themselves with younger cronies, many their ex-students. By 1957, after the Hungarian uprising and the Khrushchev Report, most Communist intellectuals had left the Party or been expelled, but Sartre continued to âbelieve.â Later, when asked why he had concealed the existence of concentration camps in Russia, about which he had known for a long time, he replied: âOne should not drive Billancourt [i.e. the Renault car workers] to despairââa quote that has become famous since as a supreme example of âtreason of the clerks.â Towards the end of his life, when he was ill and almost blind, and historyâto which he had sacrificed truthâhad moved on and left him behind, he declared: âIâm not a Marxist.â
Sartre was not alone in this political trajectory; countless other Left-wing intellectuals and fellow-travellers followed it. Disillusioned with Russia, they kept finding promised lands, in China, Cuba.... âSomething in them aspires to slaveryâ is how Camus described their attitude.
A Sunday morning full of wind and sunlight. Over the large pool the wind splatters the waters of the fountain; the tiny sailboats on the windswept water and the swallows around the huge trees. Two youths discussing: âYou who believe in human dignity.â
âAlbert Camus,
Notebooks 1942â1951
By contrast Camus remained honourable and true to himself till the end of his life. He and Sartre had quarrelled after the publication of Camusâ The Rebel in the early 50sâa dispute chronicled in numerous volumes since. Suffice it to say that Camus contrasted manâs continuing metaphysical and political revolt with the banality of ârevolution:â the one a refusal of injustice and an affirmation of human dignity,the other a suspension of human values for the sake of a â programme ,â a hypothetical better future. âI rebel, therefore we areâ against âthe end justifies the means,â which sanctions violence, deceit and terrorism.
More than a decade before it became a commonplace, he understood the nature of totalitarianism and denounced itâthe irrational totalitarianism of Fascism as well as the rational totalitarianism of Communism. Not wishing to align himself with either the Left or the Right, he became increasingly isolated, a lone voice crying in the wilderness. Stoically, he stood his ground, won the Nobel Prize in 1958, and died in a car crash in January 1960. And then, what posthumous triumph over his persecutors! All his predications came true and by the time that Eastern Europe collapsed in 1989-90 not a single intellectual of note was left in the French Communist Party.
Camus embodied a temperament both rebellious and mystical, but always on the side of life and joy. Unable to endorse a philosophy which says that moral principles have to be sacrificed until they can be resurrected in a âbetter future,â I found myself more