A review by agenbite
The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus

4.0

“Kirilov must kill himself out of love for humanity. He must show his brothers a royal and difficult path in which he will be the first. It is a pedagogical suicide. Kirilov sacrifices himself, then. But if he is crucified, he will not be victimised.”

I feel this simultaneous repudiation, acceptance and acquittal of the artificial ideologies that bind is such a central part of transformative literature. K. willingly marches to his end, Hamlet sews his unravelling, Quentin fractures his proximity to time, all conscious suicides made to obviate the metaphysical/textual conditions to colour their suffering. Is there martyrdom in this? Or is that another depreciating illusion. I think Ippolit’s fate is enlightening on this, in the performance of suicide as an act of freedom toward the extrinsic world, we lose that which fuels our interiority; ego death, or the loss of respect in our individuality, is commensurably fatal