Albert Camus – Discours de réception du prix Nobel, 1957

Albert Camus – Discours de réception du prix Nobel, 1957


Sir, Madam, Your Royal Highnesses, Ladies
and Gentlemen, In receiving the distinction with which your
free Academy has so generously honoured me, my gratitude has been profound, particularly
when I consider the extent to which this recompense has surpassed my personal merits. Every man,
and for stronger reasons, every artist, wants to be recognized. So do I. But I have not
been able to learn of your decision without comparing its repercussions to what I really
am. A man almost young, rich only in his doubts and with his work still in progress, accustomed
to living in the solitude of work or in the retreats of friendship: how would he not feel
a kind of panic at hearing the decree that transports him all of a sudden, alone and
reduced to himself, to the centre of a glaring light? And with what feelings could he accept
this honour at a time when other writers in Europe, among them the very greatest, are
condemned to silence, and even at a time when the country of his birth is going through
unending misery? I felt that shock and inner turmoil. In order
to regain peace I have had, in short, to come to terms with a too generous fortune. And
since I cannot live up to it by merely resting on my achievement, I have found nothing to
support me but what has supported me through all my life, even in the most contrary circumstances:
the idea that I have of my art and of the role of the writer. Let me only tell you,
in a spirit of gratitude and friendship, as simply as I can, what this idea is. For myself, I cannot live without my art.
But I have never placed it above everything. If, on the other hand, I need it, it is because
it cannot be separated from my fellow men, and it allows me to live, such as I am, on
one level with them. To me, art is not a solitary rejoicing. It is a means of stirring the greatest number of people by offering them a privileged picture of common joys and sufferings. It obliges the artist not to keep himself apart; it subjects him to the most humble and the most universal truth. And often
he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes
that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like
the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot
do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from. That is why true artists
scorn nothing: they are obliged to understand rather than to judge. And if they have to
take sides in this world, they can perhaps side only with that society in which, according
to Nietzsche’s great words, not the judge but the creator will rule, whether he be a
worker or an intellectual. By the same token, the writer’s role is not
free from difficult duties. By definition he cannot put himself today in the service
of those who make history; he is at the service of those who suffer it. Otherwise, he will
be alone and deprived of his art. Not all the armies of tyranny with their millions
of men will free him from his isolation, even and particularly if he falls into step with
them. But the silence of an unknown prisoner, abandoned to humiliations at the other end
of the world, is enough to draw the writer out of his exile, at least whenever, in the
midst of the privileges of freedom, he manages not to forget that silence, and to transmit
it in order to make it resound by the means of art. None of us is great enough for such a task.
But in all circumstances of life, in obscurity or temporary fame, cast in the irons of tyranny
or for a time free to express himself, the writer can win the heart of a living community
that will justify him, on the one condition that he will accept to the limit of his abilities
the two tasks that constitute the greatness of his craft: the service of truth and the
service of liberty. Because his task is to unite the greatest possible number of people,
his art must not compromise with lies and servitude which, wherever they rule, breed
solitude. Whatever our personal weaknesses may be, the nobility of our craft will always
be rooted in two commitments, difficult to maintain: the refusal to lie about what one
knows and the resistance to oppression. For more than twenty years of an insane history,
hopelessly lost like all the men of my generation in the convulsions of time, I have been supported
by one thing: by the hidden feeling that to write today was an honour because this activity
was a commitment – and a commitment not only to write. Specifically, in view of my powers
and my state of being, it was a commitment to bear, together with all those who were
living through the same history, the misery and the hope we shared. These men, who were
born at the beginning of the First World War, who were twenty when Hitler came to power
and the first revolutionary trials were beginning, who were then confronted as a completion of
their education with the Spanish Civil War, the Second World War, the world of concentration
camps, a Europe of torture and prisons – these men must today rear their sons and create
their works in a world threatened by nuclear destruction. Nobody, I think, can ask them
to be optimists. And I even think that we should understand – without ceasing to fight
it – the error of those who in an excess of despair have asserted their right to dishonour
and have rushed into the nihilism of the era. But the fact remains that most of us, in my
country and in Europe, have refused this nihilism and have engaged upon a quest for legitimacy.
They have had to forge for themselves an art of living in times of catastrophe in order
to be born a second time and to fight openly against the instinct of death at work in our
history. Each generation doubtless feels called upon
to reform the world. Mine knows that it will not reform it, but its task is perhaps even
greater. It consists in preventing the world from destroying itself. Heir to a corrupt
history, in which are mingled fallen revolutions, technology gone mad, dead gods, and worn-out
ideologies, where mediocre powers can today destroy all yet no longer know how to convince, where
intelligence has debased itself to become the servant of hatred and oppression, this
generation has had, both within and without, re-establish, starting from its own negations,
a little of that which constitutes the dignity of life and death. In a world threatened by
disintegration, in which our grand inquisitors run the risk of establishing forever the kingdom
of death, it knows that it should, in an insane race against the clock, restore among the
nations a peace that
is not servitude, reconcile anew labour and culture, and remake with all men the Ark of
the Covenant. It is not certain that this generation will ever be able to accomplish
this immense task, but already it is rising everywhere in the world to the double challenge
of truth and liberty and, if necessary, knows how to die for it without hate. Wherever it
is found, it deserves to be saluted and encouraged, particularly where it is sacrificing itself.
In any event, certain of your complete approval, it is to this generation that I should like
to pass on the honour that you have just given me. At the same time, after having outlined the
nobility of the writer’s craft, I should have put him in his proper place. He has no other
claims but those which he shares with his comrades in arms: vulnerable but obstinate,
unjust but impassioned for justice, doing his work without shame or pride in view of
everybody, not ceasing to be divided between sorrow and beauty, and devoted finally to
drawing from his double existence the creations that he obstinately tries to erect in the
destructive movement of history. Who, after all this, can expect from him complete solutions
and high morals? Truth is mysterious, elusive, always to be conquered. Liberty is dangerous,
as hard to live with as it is elating. We must march toward these two goals, painfully
but resolutely, certain in advance of our failings on so long a road. What writer would
from now on in good conscience dare set himself up as a preacher of virtue? For myself, I
must state once more that I am not of this kind. I have never been able to renounce the
light, the pleasure of being, and the freedom in which I grew up. But although this nostalgia
explains many of my errors and my faults, it has doubtless helped me toward a better
understanding of my craft. It is helping me still to support unquestioningly all those
silent men who sustain the life made for them in the world only through memory of the return
of brief and free happiness. Thus reduced to what I really am, to my limits
and debts as well as to my difficult creed, I feel freer, in concluding, to comment upon
the extent and the generosity of the honour you have just bestowed upon me, freer also
to tell you that I would receive it as an homage rendered to all those who, sharing
in the same fight, have not received any privilege, but have on the contrary known misery and
persecution. It remains for me to thank you from the bottom of my heart and to make before
you publicly, as a personal sign of my gratitude, the same and ancient promise of faithfulness
which every true artist repeats to himself in silence every day.

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100 thoughts on “Albert Camus – Discours de réception du prix Nobel, 1957”

  • Que la mémoire des JUSTES soit bénie ! Puisse l’Éternel le couvre de sa Sainte miséricorde
    Allah Yar7amha Rou7

  • Je n'ai malheureusement pas été né au bon moment pour pouvoir le connaître ou bien même le rencontrer, triste réalité pour un si grand écrivain et philosophe.

  • I'm glad this video is nearing 100k views! Camus' works should not be forgotten as time passes.

    I have taken some time to fix the English subtitles, they should be in sync with the speech now.

  • "Chaque génération, sans doute, se croit vouée à refaire le monde. La mienne sait pourtant qu'elle ne le refera pas. Mais sa tâche est peut-être plus grande. Elle consiste à empêcher que le monde se défasse."

    J'ai lu tous ses livres, ses pièces, ses essais, ses romans, ses mémoires, et même ses carnets. Cet homme a changé ma vie à 15 ans lorsque ma professeure de Français m'a donné à lire L'Etranger. Il est devenu, avec certains autres philosophes mon maître à penser et j'aurais tout donné pour le rencontrer.

  • Je ne partage pas totalement sa vision du monde mais on ne peut que respecter un homme aussi honnête et fidèle à ses principes, un homme qui s'est battu quitte à risquer le pire. Il a su tenir ses convictions et prendre des chemins différents de ses amis les plus proches quand ceux-ci sombraient dans l'opportunisme, le fanatisme.
    Un très grand homme.

  • I've been investigating alot of Camus lately and he's really interesting and he really fits with my vision of the world.
    I'm reading L'Etranger now it's a masterpiece really good.
    Tres beau!

  • Me and Camus will never have a drink together. (This applies to you too!) We will never talk about women, have a smoke as I gave it up! Discus politics, morality or ones self-worth but I have his words and for now that will suffice. I doubt I will find a better writer in my lifetime but I endeavour to do so. Thank you Albert Camus. 

  • nous sommes tous les ouvriers de cette pensée qu'est la liberté, nous continuons le combat et le chemin, immortel…

  • « Chaque génération, sans doute, se croit vouée à refaire le monde. La mienne sait pourtant qu’elle ne le refera pas. Mais sa tâche est peut-être plus grande. Elle consiste à empêcher que le monde se défasse. » Albert Camus était de ces hommes qui marchent sur des chemins de chèvre escarpés, âpres et difficiles, avec, chevillée au cœur, la volonté d'aller jusqu'au bout de leur parole. La ligne de crête était son horizon, son ivresse et son combat. #Camus #AlbertCamus #Discours #PrixNobel #Stockholm

  • Voici un discours d'Albert Camus qui est est encore actuel dans la situation difficile ou se trouve le monde : la recherche de la vérité et de la liberté!

  • je n'ai jamais oser dire cela même dans les cas les plus tragiques et sensibles ,mais pour ces belles paroles honnêtes prononcé par le grand Albert Camus ,j'en ai vraiment envie de pleurer car à travers ces mots qu'il a prononcés j'ai vu l'atrocité que subit son cœur d’écrivain .merci pour le partage

  • Regardez mes vidéos, j'ai fait un remix du discours, un très beau discours qui fut pour moi comme une inspiration. A bientôt sur ma chaine

  • Attention, cette vidéo est sujette à caution…une phrase aurait été tronquée du discours. A 8'54", à la suite de la phrase "Devant un monde menacé de désintégration" il aurait dû prononcer "où nos grands inquisiteurs risquent d'établir pour toujours les royaumes de la mort…" La source est là…http://www.nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1957/camus-speech-f.html

  • Magnifique Camus très actuel , son discours est prenant fait d'intelligence et d'amour pour l'humanité , merci beaucoup pour nous l'avoir fait partager.

  • Splendide discours d'Albert Camus. Il faut l'écouter jusqu'à la fin. Ce discours est émouvant et encore d'une incroyable actualité. Où sont passés nos grands hommes ?
    Merci à France Inter ( diffusion hier) de nous rafraîchir la mémoire et de nous donner encore quelque espoir.

  • En lisant actuellement "L'ORDRE LIBERTAIRE" de Michel ONFRAY, on comprend encore mieux l'état d'esprit d'Albert CAMUS.
    Vilipendé par ses auteurs contemporains tels Sartes et Simone de BEAUVOIR, Albert CAMUS était singulier et profondément amoureux de la vie, et ce malgré sa maladie (tuberculose)
    Quel beau et riche discours à l'occasion de la remise de son prix Nobel.
    Noble prix qu'il méritait vraiment.

  • 7:57 – 9:33 My favorite part since I heard this 5 years ago, those are the greatest words to describe the world crisis since a long time ago and sadly, they apply for the current world.

  • quelle humilite quelle lecon de sagesse face a l histoire et le statut d ecrivain g ete emu merci paix a votre ame

  • (…) L'art n'est pas , à mes yeux , une réjouissance solitaire , il est un moyen d'émouvoir le plus grand nombre d'hommes en leur offrant une image privilégié des souffrances et des joies communes …
    le rôle de l'écrivain : il ne peut se mettre au service de ceux qui font l'Histoire , mais au service de ceux qui la subissent
    Quelque soit nos infirmités personnelles , la noblesse de nôtre métier , s'enracinera toujours dans deux engagements difficiles à maintenir : Le refus de mentir sur ce qu'on l'on sait et LA RÉSISTANCE A L'OPPRESSION
    La Vérité est mystérieuse fuyante , toujours à conquérir , La Liberté est dangereuse dure à vivre autant qu'exaltante , nous devons marcher vers ces deux buts péniblement , mais résolument , certains d'avance de nos défaillance sur un si long chemin
    Albert Camus

  • Retrouvez l'intégralité du discours d'Albert Camus en version TEXTE sur http://intexto.fr/albertcamus_prixnobel.html Bonne lecture !

  • La langue française devient divine lorsqu'elle s'élève à de telles hauteurs.
    Ces mots sont d'une actuanité frappante et devraient parvenir à toutes les oreilles,à tous les yeux,à tous les coeurs.

  • Je le relis et essaie de redécouvrir ses textes c'est sûr je ne comprends pas tout , je ne suis pas un intellectuel…constat?: Inépuisable,c'est de la lumière! son chemin même écourté , il l'a bien tracé…Michel Onfray en a fait un beau livre……merci à vous d'avoir existé Mr Albert Camus….vous m'avez à comprendre ce monde dans lequel nous ne faisons que passer, mais vous nous avez laissé" un bel héritage"…

  • Bon, tous les jours se presentent des abimes sans limites ni frontieres, en s'exprimant leur trous du feu, leur champs des voix perdues, au dessous d'un ciel ourageux….La lutte c'est plus forte entre les sources de l'eau empoisonne de la corruption de l'Etat, et les chemins ouverts jusqu'a l'extreme du bout de l'horizon…..C'est cela: l'empechment de la liberte, ou se trouve un peche aussi grand que memorable, que meme la voix humaine ne partage pas le son des cris, la bas, ou se deroule les cauchemars en vivants…….Je ne vis pas pour remplir les abimes de la soif et la faim d'une liberte, emprisionee dans son propre l'air, comme si l'oxigene c'etait soudanement interdit, et nous devions respirer sans lui…. J'existe pour autres choses, pour l'embrasse de l'avenir, sans un geule de violence et represion brutale….

    Que vive pour toujours, dans nos ames, nos coeurs et nos esprits, ce grand ecrivain merveilleux: M. Albert Camus….Un homme vrai, un homme d'une purete de ses ideales, et sa marche vers l'horizon inconnu……Un homme pas comme des autres.

  • Je peux te lire maintenant et même quand votre vie n'est plus de ce monde tyrannique, sache que la force et la vaillance du bon sens ne se cache pas et ne s'en pas avec la mort mais elles subsistent bien à ceux qui détentent la vérité et le bonheur dans un radicalisme dévouement imaginaire et batailler là où les murs ne penseront jamais que vous en détentiez l'art impossible en possible .
    Le monde connaîtra toujours une lumière dans quiconque particularité et l'art imaginaire sonnera toujours à l'oreille du divin génie ; telle est l'essence de tout être imagée.

  • c'est le rôle de l'écrivain ou l'artiste engagé ; les yeux de ceux qui ne voient pas……il engage pour / ou à la place de ceux qui ne peuvent pas réagir

  • Nos différences en fin de compte sont facultatives, insignifiantes. Nous avons en commun quelque chose de suprême sur lequel nous devrions converger nos attentions les plus intimes.

  • La lumière. qui n'aveugle pas mais illumine. Et puis comment ne pas penser à ce qu'aurais du être "sa terre natal" si la rancœur et la vengeance n'avait conditionnées les décisions politiques et donc l'éloignement définitif. Algérie et France aurait dû ne former qu'une. Camus et Kadra, dans une même nation. On peut toujours rêver.

  • Étranger !!! Écoute bien !!! Rien n'a changé !!! Et n'oublie jamais que nous sommes tous l'étranger des autres. Merci d'écouter, et surtout, d'entendre ce message qui est, et restera, toujours d'actualité !!!

  • Albert Camus , méritait le prix nobel de la paix, il suffit de juste écouter ce discours pour comprendre à quel point ce monsieur était un grand monsieur ,et humaniste. Merci d'avoir laissé vos empreintes dans le monde, nous continuons à vous écouter et à vous lire jours comme nuit !!!

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