The past year has been rough. As it comes to an end, I found myself reflecting, replaying so many failures, and thinking about purpose and meaning. So I asked a few people what they’d recommend if someone wanted to read a book about the meaning of life, fiction or nonfiction.
The suggestions were predictable…and weren't: Man’s Search for Meaning, The Alchemist, The Stranger, The Midnight Library, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, The Happiness Trap, and other philosophical and spiritual books by authors like Ram Dass, Alan Watts, Eckhart Tolle, Marcus Aurelius and other Stoics, and so on.
Of the ones I read, a short one was quite interesting and I like to mention it because it has stayed with me, or the main ideas have. I'm talking about Albert Camus’s The Myth of Sisyphus.
Camus begins from the premise that life has no inherent meaning, and this fact creates what he famously calls “the absurd.” The absurd isn’t that that life is meaningless (that's what I thought at first). It's more like the conflict between two things: the human demand for meaning and the indifferent silence of the world. We ask questions, but the world does not answer. So the tension is the problem, not our desire or the world's indifference. Because I mean think of animals. They don't want meaning, the world doesn't provide them, so they're not suffering like we are. They live in the moment and just go about survival and procreation.
Anyways, Camus examines common ways people try to escape aburdity, like through faith, philosophical systems, and others. But Camus says this is refusal to face reality and a kind of “philosophical suicide” because we are choosing wrong but comforting explanations over intellectual honesty. Btw Camus is also against actual suicide because that doesn't solve the problem of the absurd. It's kind of the ultimate avoidance and escape.
That's surprising because I thought his view was basically nihilistic and suicide would be seen as one option out of this situation, but he says once we fully accept the absence of inherent meaning, a strange kind of freedom becomes possible and we are free to live however we want. To live defiantly. To live fully. To revolt. What this exactly means in practice I'm not sure of, however.
This is where Sisyphus comes in btw, I've not forgotten about it. As you probably know, he was punished by gods and his job was to roll a boulder up a hill or whatever and then just the last minute the boulder would roll all the way down and he'd have to keep repeating it. Basically he could not achieve anything and this was his fate. Pointless work. Interestingly, Camus doesn't focus so much on the hard work of pushing the boulder up than on it rolling down, when Sisyphus has to walk back down once again to where the boulder has rolled back, staring his fate in the fate. But in that moment, Camus says, Sisyphus has a kind of freedom because he is facing his reality and knows his fate and accepts it and is not hoping for something else
Camus writes:
And then he says in this strange conclusion that “One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
I’m still not convinced I fully buy this idea. In fact, I’m not sure I even fully understand what Camus is and is not saying. Is rebellion itself just another form of meaning-making? If we never stop craving meaning, how are we actually supposed to live well without it? Is Camus offering a genuine way to deal with meaninglessness or he is just creating another way of making meaning?
But even so, I still like his idea. It helps me especially in those moments when I feel my life has failed because it lacks meaning or success. So Camus says failure doesn’t automatically mean despair. Maybe some boulders always roll back down. But maybe that doesn’t mean there is no value to living.
I don’t know if that’s true. But I do like to think about it.
Anyways, enough rambling, what are your favorite books about meaning of life? Would you share a little about them or how they affected you?
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Man’s Search for Meaning, shaolin- winning without fight, art of war
I always thought ” TheMyth of Sisyphus” was his best work . For sure it was a book that deeply affected me
Camus set out to answer the question he poses at the beginning of the book, “There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.” He answers this by saying that there is no external meaning to life. You cannot “discover” a meaning to life that exists outside of yourself or is imposed on you. You have to create your own meaning. I personally combine this with another thought process about death. Death gives life meaning because our lives are finite and limited. This means that everything we do until we die is important because it is the time we have to impact and create meaning. The only way to do this is to work on “projects” or self-imposed meaningful activities that leave something behind for other humans. To “plant trees the shade of which you will never sit under”.
All this said, two very important books for me have been Stoner by John Williams and Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. Both “life” books that have highlighted perspectives about the finite nature of life and how we spend our time in it, and what’s worth spending time on
Monk & Robot by Becky Chambers
you articulated it really well. did u read the stranger by camus, you should. and then, try de profundis by oscar wilde, it’s sad but that’s the one i can think off the top of my head. it’s really good tho, give it a try
For me, it cannot be a book *about* the meaning of life. Cannot discuss it directly, you know what I mean? Philosophy just doesn’t do it for me. Books that really touch me have to display a meaningful act or a specific way of living that moves me, then it works.
For me, the Strugatsky brothers do it best. Many of their books contains an idealized portrayal of scientists that is very inspiring and meaningful to me personally (in the sense that you read it and think *this is what it’s all about, this is what I want to be striving towards*).
Same with my favorite naturalists. Anything by or about Edward Adrian Wilson is great in that regard. I’m very much not religious, but I love how he saw faith not as an opposition of science but as a sort of bedrock for it. He loved nature and saw his God in everything in it, every bird he painted, every place he visited, every phenomenon he observed. I think this ability to see wonder everywhere is brilliant and very important if you want meaning.
For Small Creatures Such As We by Sasha Sagan
Camus has a way of stripping everything down to the bone. If you enjoyed his take on the ‘absurd,’ you should definitely check out Man’s Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl
While Camus looks at the meaninglessness of the universe, Frankl (a psychiatrist who survived the Holocaust) looks at how humans *create* meaning even in the darkest imaginable places.
As a writer, I constantly go back to both. Camus helps me set the ‘atmosphere’ of a cold, uncaring world, but Frankl gives me the ‘drive’ for my characters to survive it. It’s a powerful combination.
Do you prefer the more nihilistic side of Camus, or the part where he says we must imagine Sisyphus happy?