Its theme and outlook are often cited as examples of Camus's philosophy, absurdism coupled with that of existentialism , though Camus personally rejected the latter label. The title character is Meursault, an indifferent French Algerian described as "a citizen of France domiciled in North Africa , a man of the Mediterranean , an homme du midi yet one who hardly partakes of the traditional Mediterranean culture". A few days later, he kills an Arab man in French Algiers , who was involved in a conflict with one of Meursault's neighbors. Meursault is tried and sentenced to death.
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Actually, many books are cited in "The Perks of being a Wallflower" , but "The Stranger" is the book that intrigued more the protagonist and me.
Meursault is a modest employee of French extraction who lives in Algiers. He lives his daily routine with indifference, unable to openly manifest even the simplest emotions. And it is with apathy that. And it is with apathy that he learns the news of the death of his mother, who lived her last years in a hospice. Goodreads helps you keep track of books you want to read.
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Open Preview See a Problem? Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — The Stranger by Albert Camus. The Stranger by Albert Camus ,. Matthew Ward Translator. Through the story of an ordinary man unwittingly drawn into a senseless murder on an Algerian beach, Camus explored what he termed "the nakedness of man faced with the absurd.
Get A Copy. Paperback , pages. Published March 28th by Vintage International first published More Details Original Title. Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about The Stranger , please sign up. Mariam Mansuryan I think you are misinterpreting the book.
Meursault is not a bad character at all, he is just honest. And how bad is the society that it thinks everyo …more I think you are misinterpreting the book. And how bad is the society that it thinks everyone has to cry at their mothers' funerals just because that is the custom.
Why do they think they know how you have to react? See all 43 questions about The Stranger…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of The Stranger. Jun 28, Trevor rated it really liked it Shelves: literature. It is the absurdity of human conventions that has us doing such things. For the last thirty years I have studiously avoided reading this book. In high school friends one of them even became my ex-wife told me it was a great book about a man condemned to die because he was an outsider.
Later I was told that this book was a story about something much like the Azaria Chamberlain case. But after 30 years of avoiding reading this book I have finally relented and read it. I particularly liked the man who kept falling behind in the march to the cemetery and would take short cuts. Okay, so it is black humour, but Camus was more or less French — so black humour is more or less obligatory.
I had gotten the distinct impression from all of my previous discussions about this book that the guy ends up dead. In fact, this is not the case — he ends up at the point in his life where he has no idea if he will be freed or not.
The Priest who comes to him at the end is actually quite certain that he will be freed. The most interesting part of the book to me was the very end, the conversation with the priest.
I am definitely not the same kind of Atheist as Camus. To Camus there is no truth, the world is essentially absurd and all that exists is the relative truth an individual places on events and ideas. This makes the conversation with the priest fascinatingly interesting. To the priest the prisoner who is facing death is — by necessity — someone who is interested in God. Not this little black duck. Now, if I was in that cell I would have argued with the priest too — but I would not have argued in the same way that Meursault argues.
Now, this is a reasonable response. What is very interesting is that the priest cannot accept this as an answer. The world is not allowed to have such a person in it — if such a person really did exist then it would be a fundamental challenge to the core beliefs of the priest. So, he has to assume Meursault is either lying to him or is trying to taunt him. And look, yes, there is much to this — but this ends up being too easy.
So, what can I say? View all comments. This is the only time at the Home Meursault actually asks for something. And true to form as archetypal keeper, the answer is standard binary, that is, all or nothing, black or white, on or off; certainly not even considering engaging in a creative solution on behalf of Meursault, who, after all, is the son.
I felt the first waves of heat lapping my back, and my dark suit made things worse. Big mistake. We as given laser-sharp glimpses of various facets of our enigmatic first-person narrator as he moves through his everyday routine in the following days and evenings, routine, that is, until the unforgettable scene with the Arab on the beach, one of the most famous scenes in all of modern literature.
After all, there was still some distance between us. Perhaps because of the shadow on his face, he seemed to be grinning at me. I waited. The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were gathered in my eyebrows. But I took that step, just one step, forward,. And then the Arab drew his knife and held it up toward me, athwart the sunlight. A shaft of light shot upward from the steel, and I felt as if a long, thin blade transfixed my forehead.
At the same moment all the sweat that had accumulated in my eyebrows splashed down on my eyelids, covering them with a warm film of of moisture. Beneath a veil of brine and tears my eyes were blinded; I was conscious only of the cymbals of the sun clashing on my skull, and, less distinctly, of the keen blade of light flashing up from the knife, scarring my eyelashes, and gouging into my eyeballs.
Then everything began to reel before my eyes, a fiery gust came from the sea, while the sky cracked in two, from end to end, and a great sheet of flame poured down through the rift. Every nerve in my body was a steel spring, and my grip closed on the revolver.
The trigger gave, and the smooth underbelly of the butt jogged my palm. Rather, my suggestion is to read and reread this slim novel as carefully and attentively as possible. That, no doubt, explained the odd impression I had of being de trop here, a sort of gate-crasher. How many times in life have you felt out-of-place entering a room?
Have you ever considered yourself a stranger to those around you? Perhaps our modern world can be seen as The Stranger , thus making each and every one of us strangers. Your father, your mother, your sister, or your brother? View all 69 comments. May 22, Ryan R rated it it was amazing Shelves: favorites. The book is simply written and a rather quick read, but the depth Camus manages to convey through this simplicity is astounding.
I think a problem a lot of people have with this book is that they fail to look beyond the whole "what is the meaning of life" message. While an interesting question, the book raises so many other philosophical questions beyond this. What I found the most interesting of these is "what truly defines humanity or makes someone human? He is most definitely human though, just rather detached.
This raises the question of whether one should be expected to exhibit certain characteristics in certain situations to "keep their humanity".
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