The First Man

Jacques and His Mother

The Cormery family lives in the Belcourt neighborhood of Algiers, a working-class district of French Algeria where poverty is ordinary enough to carry no shame. Jacques’s mother Catherine is barely literate, her deafness making communication with her son a matter of gestures, glances, and the short declarative sentences that need no elaboration. She works as a cleaning woman. She is gentle, patient, and almost entirely silent. Camus renders her — himself — with a tenderness that is the most striking quality of the book: a Nobel laureate writing about a woman who could not have read his Nobel lecture, and discovering in her silence the deepest form of love he has known.

The household also contains a harsh grandmother and an uncle with a disability of his own, figures who exert varying degrees of pressure on the boy Jacques without ever becoming villains. The poverty is not depicted as squalor but as a kind of limitation that concentrates experience — there is sun, there is the sea, there is the street, there is school, and these are enough to make a childhood full.

The teacher who changes everything is Monsieur Bernard (based on the real Louis Germain, to whom Camus dedicated his Nobel Prize acceptance speech). Germain recognizes Jacques’s intelligence and pushes for him to sit the scholarship examination that will take him to secondary school. Without Germain, there is no Camus the writer. The dedication of the Nobel speech to the man who taught him to read is one of the most moving gestures in literary history — and The First Man is, among other things, the long form of that dedication.

The Search for the Father

Henri Cormery died in October 1914 at the First Battle of the Marne, less than a year after Jacques was born. He was twenty-nine years old. Jacques grew up with no memory of him, no photograph, only the fragment of family legend that his father had once witnessed a public execution and come home shaking, unable to eat.

The central episode of the novel’s surviving second movement is Jacques’s visit to his father’s grave in the military cemetery at Saint-Brieuc in Normandy. The scene has an almost unbearable quality: a man in his forties standing before the headstone of a man who died at twenty-nine, the son already older than the father, the son famous and the father unknown. What Jacques feels is not grief exactly — grief requires memory — but something stranger: the vertigo of having surpassed a life you never knew.

The search through family memory and official records yields almost nothing. Henri Cormery is a gap in the historical record, a body in a numbered grave, a name on a stone. Jacques’s search is an attempt to give substance to an absence and discovers that the absence is the substance — that the first man of the title is both his father and himself, both the man who came before and the man who must now begin without inheritance.

The Lost Masterpiece

On the afternoon of January 4, 1960, Albert Camus was killed when the Facel Vega driven by his publisher Michel Gallimard lost control on the Route Nationale 5 near Villeblevin. Camus’s briefcase was found in the wreck. Inside was the manuscript of The First Man — 144 handwritten pages, with corrections and additions in the margins, breaking off mid-sentence. He had been working on it for several years.

His widow Francine and his daughter Catherine kept the manuscript private for thirty-four years. Catherine Camus finally published it in France in 1994, thirty-four years after his death, in an edition that included the handwritten pages in facsimile, the typescript, and appendices of notes and fragments. The English translation appeared in 1995.

What the publication revealed — and what no amount of reading the earlier novels could have shown — is how deeply Algeria was the core of everything Camus wrote. The Stranger’s Meursault is not simply a philosophical type; he is a specific colonial subject, shaped by the same Algiers sun, the same French-Algerian ambiguity, the same poverty-adjacent life that shaped the boy Jacques Cormery. The First Man is the key to the whole body of work: the autobiography that explains the philosophy, the childhood that explains the style, the mother’s silence that explains the prose’s understatement.

Our rating: 4.3/5 — The manuscript retrieved from the wreck is Camus at his most personal and most revelatory: essential reading for anyone who wants to understand not just the novels but the writer behind them.