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FREE EPUB Ì MOBI Les Mots î ´ GWAIRSOFT ¶ ➛ [KINDLE] ❅ Les Mots By Jean-Paul Sartre ➥ – Gwairsoft.co.uk After his father's early death Jean Paul Sartre was brought up at his grandfather's home in a world even then eighty years out of date In Words Sartre recalls growing up within the confines Within the confines of French provincialism in the period before the First World War an illusion ridden childhood made bearable by his lively imagination and passion for Les Mots is probably the most personal and honest book Sartre ever wrote A poignant look prevails from the first to the last page as he unravels his most inner memories dissecting to the last particle the place each of them had in forming the future author’s identity For the most part he had a joyful childhood living with his maternal grandparents and his mother after his father died when was only one year old This family situation the word Situation echoes the philosophical term and his famous series published in several volumes by Gallimard that constitutes some of the most original essay writing of the 20th century proved the perfect environment to nourish his artistic talent The figure of Charles Schweitzer his grandfather is crucial to his development He was a model and a teacher to his grandson It is in his impressive library at home that the child discovered the realm of literature early on an encounter that would prove fundamental in his upbringing An only child surrounded by adults in the center of family life this prevailing devotion towards him developed into his narcissistic personality later on In a remarkable section of compelling and organic prose he describes his first encounter with books J’ai commencé ma vie comme je la finirai sans doute  au milieu des livres Dans le bureau de mon grand père il y en avait partout ; défense était faite de les épousseter sauf une fois l’an avant la rentrée d’octobre Je ne savais pas encore lire ue déjà je les révérais ces pierres levées ; droites ou penchées serrées comme des briues sur les rayons de la bibliothèue ou noblement espacées en allées de menhirs je sentais ue la prospérité de notre famille en dépendaitI found my religion he sustains nothing was important than a book In the library I saw a temple J’avais trouvé ma religion  rien ne me parut plus important u’un livre La bibliothèue j’y voyais un templeThe book is divided in two halves each representing a major and central discovery read and write In books he discovered his fascination with fantastic stories a seed that would flourish later on into his writing A lonely child literature became his passion and later when he began writing the creation of his own stories offered a uniue view of the world around him Two characters are clearly present in this extraordinary work Sartre the philosopher writing the book in 1963 and Sartre the literary figure that is the child discovering in the art of fiction a means of expression This juxtaposition of the two identities explains why Les Mots is an essay of auto existential psychoanalysis A situation now I refer to the philosophical term according to Sartre is what stimulates us to make a free decision When a situation arrives it is through it that we choose what we will become Following this logic the 8 year old Jean Paul Sartre of his own will and in all liberty chose to be a writer A peine eus je commencé d’écrire je posai ma plume pour jubiler L’imposture était la même mais j’ai dit ue je tenais les mots pour la uintessence des choses Rien ne me troublait plus ue de voir mes pattes de mouche échanger peu à peu leur luisance de feux follets contre la terne consistance de la matière c’était la réalisation de l’imaginaireThis is without a doubt an impressive literary work

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After his father's early death Jean Paul Sartre was brought up at his grandfather's home in a world even then eighty years out of date In Words Sartre recalls growing up Sartre was at the outset of his career as well as at its end a man without hope Like so many socially minded intellectuals of a practical cast in mid century Jean Paul Sartre leaned seriously toward socialism Marxism and even briefly communism But practical people refuse not to act And Sartre had few illusions which made practical action for a better world imperative And the inevitable disillusionment followedThat is why Les Mots The Words seems so sad to us now Disillusioned and prematurely aged by the beginnings of a long series of strokes Sartre could no longer act confidently or decisively And without hope in his own and mankind's future life was brutalSartre always had seen the end of his life as an impassable obstacle to self fulfillment the dark side of the dichotomy BeingNothingnessFor as proof of the perceived utter futility of the human predicament the climax of his philosophical magnum opus l’Être et le Néant states baldly Man is a hopeless passionBut at about the same time as that work across the Channel as Sartre’s discouraging words rallied France to alternative political action T S Eliot was urging in wartime LondonDescend lower descend onlyInto the world of perpetual solitudeWorld not world but that which is not worldInternal darknessHad Sartre read and heeded Eliot’s words he might have become a different person in touch with his deepest emotions But Sartre had already achieved recognition and notoriety at a very young age So he simply became his personaClinical aloof and detached Cool Sartre was cool when James Dean was a toddler He thus inspired generations of the with it and hip youngsters of the fifties sixties and seventiesHe assumed the role of philosopher without Knowing Himself and thus mocked Socrates Was that cool?Later books of his like this one find Sartre trying to play catch up on that count But he was a Johnny Come Lately to the game of self knowledge To know yourself you have to BE yourself Sartre was a Matchstick ManHe utterly lacked everyday warmth poor soulBut in the darkness of postwar Britain the best strategy for TS Eliot was to accept so many great losses in a spirit of faithful brokenness admitting personal frailties before God so thatthe Darkness will become the LightFor Eliot followed the dictum of the cryptic Presocratic Heraklitos ‘The way up IS the way down’Hope from the ashes of hope For through the darkness of Faith there comes the great joy of a New DayAs it came for Eliot with a new marriage made in Heaven and a joyous and dignified summation to his lifeIn the end Sartre finished his life as he had begun his early years WITHOUT hope But as he looked back on his life in this at times light and charmingly whimsical book he saw many lost childhood memoriesBut they were all mixed with the feeling that his life was slowly ebbing away without purpose or meaningAt least he had his many friends and the company of de Beauvoir But uncompromising till the end he rejected the ordinary hope that makes life bearable for the rest of us because he rejected himselfIn spite of this in Les Mots we see Sartre opening up about his personal space for the first time which he was to continue obliuely in his great study of Flaubert l’Idiot de la Famille the Family IdiotFor now he was no longer an untouchable and lapidary world icon His disguise had worn too thinNow he was just frail and human like us But worn out by his despairYou know there IS hope available even for Postmoderns like Sartre and us Postmodern branches as Messrs Kierkegaard Barth and Kung have proven can be grafted easily and well onto Christian rootsTo find out How to do this all we have to to is Read their books And Heed them well

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Les MotsReading and writing A brilliant work of self analysis Words provides an essential background to the philosophy of one of the profoundest thinkers of the twentieth century This book is an awesome display of the deeply literary and ‘religious’—religious in the sense of considering all the world and one’s self to be profoundly significant and purposive in every part— nature of Sartre It explains so much about him The title The Words refers to the way he attached a supremely high value in the first half of his life to reading writing and being read This is an autobiographical account of his first ten years of life which were so formative for his adult life I cannot emphasize enough how very much of Sartre’s philosophy is explained here I was actually shocked to discover in his first decade alone so many unveilings to the meaning AND motive for his later work Sartre was once tempted to think it funny that people wondered if he even had a childhood “When I was thirty friends were surprised ‘One would think you didn’t have parents Or a childhood’ And I was silly enough to feel flattered” This was due to Sartre’s early adult abandonment of his past which he believed could only be interpreted from his future Now Sartre is writing this book in his sixties and finding value in his earlier life like he thought he would but in a different way I truly believe he grew to appreciate each moment of his life in itself rather than as a chronicle to lure others into loving himself which he couldn’t do “Because I did not love myself sufficiently I fled forward The result is that I loved myself still less”Sartre’s father died when he was two years old and his mother moved with him into her parents’ home It was an upper middleclass home steeped in education impassioned politics and family tension which would indelibly shape his psyche and self esteem for the rest of his life His relationship with his mother was much like brother and sister even as an adult to a child at times and he accustomed himself to calling her by her name “Anne Marie” The cause of this was his grandfather’s contempt for Jean Paul’s father who died very inconveniently and the subseuent belittling treatment of Anne Marie by his grandfather who was irked to have his daughter again as his dependent plus one leveled in Jean Paul’s mind the roles of Jean Paul and his mother Anne Marie was treated as an importunate child but Jean Paul was coddled as his grandfather’s alter ego and praised from a young age for his precocity Actually he was a spoiled brat and he knew it and it wasn’t long before he despised himself for the pretentious melodrama with which he stooped to please his grandfather and sustain his image as a child prodigy Sartre developed a persona that existed solely to please others around him and his authentic abilities and desires were hidden deep beneath a veneer that was for him hardly comfortable or satisfying “Even in solitude I was putting on an act I sank deeper and deeper into imposture Condemned to please I endowed myself with charms that withered on the spot” He developed many neuroses during his younger years and may never have outgrown some of them His feeling of superfluity and absolute insignificance apart from the attention of his doters which was inconsistent at best and frankly demoralizing hollowed out his sense of security and worth and he increasingly repressed and compartmentalized his less favorable habits interests and personality traits to survive socially The result is that he loathed himself and all identity pimps He fell in love with writing only superficially and theatrically at first determined to impress his watchers He then introverted so far that he couldn’t find his way out for a long time and he wrote himself into an self awareness coma by creating fictions in which he was always a delivering hero and the world was celebrating him eternally It was during this time he began to live ‘posthumously’ imputing meaning to his life by imagining how his ideas and fantastical exploits would be read by people after he was dead Only then did he believe his life would be explained and his value to others would be etched in stone as a form of ‘legacy’ which has been a maelstrom for many heroes and celebrities who have unwittingly wasted their life in this denial of self Much of this early tortuous introspection and self loathing was because he had no friends—he wasn’t permitted to attend schools which didn’t ‘recognize’ his genius—and when he finally made friends at a school he was allowed to attend he began the slow process of breaking out of what was uickly becoming a sociopathic escapism “the human race became a small committee surrounded by affectionate animals” though he would never completely overcome the desire to see his life as a book which would justify all of his actions in some future reader’s mind In his later years he began to be grieved about his early and late inauthenticity He relates that while writing Nausea he was “fake to the marrow of my bones and hoodwinked” And yet as much as he tried to escape it he resorted to the ‘elitism’ of criticizing everyone but at the same time “I was I the elect chronicler of hell a glass and steel microscope peering at my own protoplasmic juicesI doubted everything except that I was the elect of doubt” In trying to get back to the beginning of his insincerity and objectified artificial persona he found an infinite regression of personas that was forever creating new masks for him to unmask This was a foreshadowing of his theory of the spontaneous and transcendent ego which is beyond our reach for it inspires and directs our reach Any sense of self that we discover or delineate has become an artifice a forgery of the real self which is impelling the discovering and objectifying a deco