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Post by mjunious on Jun 13, 2024 14:23:58 GMT
As I watched the video on Absurdism, I began to see an ontological connection between the problems that we have been contemplating with Sisyphus and the monastic mandala ritual. Both deal with the ephemerality of life and, specifically, our meaning of life. I am not sure of the timeline or Camus' background, but his ideas appear to be pointing towards defining the metaphysical self, and that the meaning of life is not found by how we constitute the "self", but rather what the "self" constitutes. That shift in thinking (a pretty daunting task).
Relating this to Barbary Shore, Mike Lovett can find meaning by embracing the situation that he is in, living among the ragtag inhabitants of the boarding house, instead of worrying about his past, and by extension who he is. In this sense, his amnesia can be freeing for him because he does not have to worry about anything negative that he may have done or experienced during the war, and define himself by what he does moving forward, all while trying to tackle the Sysiphean task of finishing his novel.
Is this thinking in the right direction, or should I rewatch the video and start over?
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Post by Dr. Nemmers on Jun 14, 2024 3:45:28 GMT
Yes, I think you're mostly along the right line here, though there's the caveat that perhaps none of us really know what's going on for Mike, much less with regard to existentialism and absurdism overall. Agree that Mike should just give up and embrace the absurdity of whatever he's gotten himself into, but it seems like he's dead-set on figuring things out and getting himself further embroiled by being sincere about his beliefs and intentions...
And yes, the novel is turning into quite the boulder up the hill, isn't it? I feel like he has 1,500 words, tops. The whole idea of his writing a novel while in this environment is beginning to seem a little absurd itself...
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Post by gnicholson3 on Jun 18, 2024 18:22:36 GMT
The absurdity that I find most intriguing is that he's meant to be writing his novel and is instead consistently leaving the room or being interrupted by others. It makes me think of the considerable difference between himself and Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own, in which Woolf's protagonist longs to have a room to write in so that she has a space specific to her in which she can be productive. I think it's interesting to compare these two works in that this masculine male character takes advantage of an opportunity that Woolf's female feminist protagonist would do anything for. He's unproductive because of the choices he makes in answering his door and leaving his room.
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