The Stranger

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The Stranger by Albert Camus ,. 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. Paperback , pages. Published March 28th by Vintage International first published To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up.

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Why do they think they know how you have to react? See all 38 questions about The Stranger…. Lists with This Book. Jun 28, Trevor rated it really liked it Shelves: 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. May 22, Ryan R rated it it was amazing Shelves: 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". Also it raises the question of whether much of our emotion is created by ourselves or the expectations of others to exhibit certain emotions in a given sitatuion. The book is also an indictment on people's efforts to dictate other people's lives. We are constantly told what is right and as a means to justify our own sense of "what it means to be human".

We often impose these characteristics upon others, expecting them to fulfill similar traits and characteristics, as they have been already imposed on us. It is in a way, a self-justification of our actions as right or "humanly". Once he doesn't conform to these measures, he is marginalized and called "inhuman"; this is an attempt on the part of the others to rationalize their own ways of life and understandings.

If they manage to declare him "inhuman", it allows them to call themselves human and justify their own means of living. In the end, this book is one that raises many more questions than it answers, but in true philosophical fashion, they are really questions without answers. View all 23 comments. Here are the opening lines: The telegram from the Home says: Still, I had an idea he looked annoyed, and I said, without thinking: 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. 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.

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. I would not be surprised if Albert Camus read this prose poem by Charles Baudelaire: Your father, your mother, your sister, or your brother? View all 67 comments. View all 35 comments. Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. View all 25 comments. If You Exist "The Stranger" dramatises the issues at the heart of existentialism.

The same issues are probably at the heart of life, whether or not you believe in a god. Being Judged It's interesting that there has been a crime and now Meursault is being "judged". The judgement is symbolic not only of the justice system, but of God's judgement of humanity. Defending Yourself You would normally expect the defendant to assert their innocence or plead not guilty in the criminal justice system cue Law and If You Exist "The Stranger" dramatises the issues at the heart of existentialism.

Defending Yourself You would normally expect the defendant to assert their innocence or plead not guilty in the criminal justice system cue Law and Order theme song. Both options require the defendant to take a positive step, only they differ in degree. To assert your "innocence" is to positively state that "I didn't do it". To plead not guilty can mean a number of things. It could mean that "I did actually do it", but you, the prosecutor, have to prove to the Judge or Court that I did it.

It could mean that "I did actually do it", but I have a defence or justification that means it is not a punishable crime e. Asking Forgiveness This process is partly analogous to the situation when a Christian dies and meets their God. If they have sinned, you would expect them to ask forgiveness. Having been forgiven, they would expect to go to Heaven. Not Defending Yourself One of the dilemmas of "The Stranger" is that morally and legally there might be issues that Meursault could put to the Judge that would excuse his action and allow the Judge to find him not guilty.

He could then go "free". He could have argued that his action was self-defence or the result of provocation. He could have "got off", if he had taken a positive step on his own behalf. However, he fails to take the step. If he was a Christian i. His life would have had some meaning and he would have wanted more of it. Similarly, if he was a Christian, he would have been motivated to seek eternal life in Heaven. So he would have taken the positive step. Instead, against all expectation, he doesn't defend himself.

We are left to wonder why. We have to assume that Meursault effectively asked the questions of himself, "What is the point? Why should I bother? Achieving Your Own Mortality There was no point in prolonging his life and, not believing in Heaven, there was no point in seeking eternal life. He had lived a life however long or short, however good or bad, however satisfying or unsatisfying and it didn't really matter that his life might come to an end.

The point is that, sooner or later, all life must come to an end. By failing to take a "positive" step on his own behalf, he effectively collaborated in and achieved his own mortality. He existed while he was alive, he would have ceased to exist when he was executed.

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If he wasn't executed, he would have died sooner or later. Ultimately, he "enjoyed" his life while he had it, he didn't care enough to prolong it and he accepted the inevitability of his own death. Is Despair the Explanation? This doesn't necessarily mean that he embraced despair as a way of life or death. In a way, he accepted responsibility for his own actions during life and he accepted responsibility for the inevitability of his own death as well. Ultimately, this is why "The Stranger" and Existentialism are so confronting to Christianity and Western Civilisation.

It makes us ask the question "what is the point?

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Responsibility This doesn't mean that life is meaningless and everybody else should live their lives in despair. We should inject our own meaning into our own lives. We are responsible for our own fulfilment. Life is short and we should just get on with it. Or as a friend of mine says, everybody is responsible for their own orgasm. View all 46 comments. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure. Emotionless, he undergoes the arrest and the consequent process, calmly accepting the inevitability of his destiny. Not a hero or an antihero, Meursault is the stranger par excellence, alien to all the emotional manifestations that are common to humans, more similar to an Asimovian android than to a man.



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A small book that is consumed in one day, but it eats away at you for weeks. O forse ieri, non so. Un piccolo libro che si consuma in un giorno, ma che continua a roderti dentro per settimane. View all 9 comments. Oct 07, Jim Fonseca rated it it was amazing Shelves: A short review because there are so many other good reviews of this classic. Meursault, the main character, is a man without feelings and one incapable of feeling remorse. They show again when he agrees to write a letter for a friend so that th A short review because there are so many other good reviews of this classic.

They show again when he agrees to write a letter for a friend so that the friend can invite his ex-girlfriend back so he can beat her up. Mostly they are revealed when he shoots a stranger - an Arab — after an altercation on the beach. They look as if they belong to the same species, and yet they hate each other. These two passages say it all: As a classic in English translation a lot has been made of its opening and closing sentences.

Beni Said Beach from skyscrapercity. View all 32 comments. Apr 08, karen rated it really liked it Shelves: May 05, Chris rated it did not like it. And just like the Oort can occasionally spit a chunk of sh! Cue robot voice It struck me as strange. The sentences were so short. It was very peculiar. This could be read very fast. I began to read this on the train on my in to work. I finished it on my way back home. Who the hell writes like that? More importantly, who the hell reads a book like that and suspects therein lay some complexity?

Each time I noticed how condensed everything was it occurred to me that somehow the literati had spent all this time adoring the published equivalent of a commercial. His testicles are extremely small and sterile, and he fondles them often. Not long after the death of his mother, Our Hero is chilling on the beach when some Arabs come around looking to start sh! More than anything I was just bored with it. There was no build up, there was no action, there was no climax. There was nothing funny, nothing exciting, nothing interesting, and nothing to really take away from the book; just the same words repeating over and over, grouped in strings of seven or eight.

The longest sentence in the book was also the only thing which I found even remotely amusing: I just finished reading this famous - classic story. All this time I had no idea what it was about. What an interesting little book. It's a brilliant small book - especially knowing it was written so long ago: Is everything the same as everything else?

Does it matter who we marry or if we marry? Does it matter if we live or die? Must murder have a meaning? Whose challenge is it when a person's behavior- is much less traditional than popular opinion? And who decides what is meaningful and purposeful in life anyway? Is it possible things are simply 'made up' This book reminds me- "that life is a game".

It is what it is. The game is how we play it: We 'add' meaning to "what is". He accepts his fate - yet not passively. He's clear he did something wrong. He's expecting others to be outraged. It accepts it all. Love the simple straightforward prose I liked his strangeness! View all 34 comments. Sep 24, s. These questions rattle across the pages of this fantastic character study revolving around a courtroom character judgement of the narrator, a courtroom of suits flanking a judge that might as well be angels flanking the pearly gates of Christian lore.

This is a man not unsatisfied with life but feeling on the outside of it, moving through the world as he sees fit, and being denied life by men with a God-like arrogance for believing their word and opinions are firm law when really they are as meaningless and insignificant as any other creature. However, this is not a story of the condemners, but of the condemned. Part One of the novel focuses on the funeral, and more importantly its aftermath.

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As we watch Meursault awkwardly press through a funeral he feels detached from, more inclined to discuss how the weather and present company ill-effect him than the loss of a mother. It occurred to me anyway that one more Sunday was over, that Maman was buried now that I was going back to work, and that, really, nothing had changed. Whereas the relationship with Maman is cold and detached, the two of them separating much out of boredom with one another, his relationship with Marie is full of excitement and hot-blooded sexual flair, yet the text is full of imagery nudging towards Oedipal impulses.

Here we have find Meursault denied the sunsoaked scenes of nature and friendship of the outside world, and the sexuality so rampant in part one as he finds himself now beset by the cold indifferent stone walls of prison. The world of part one only whispers through the bars.

It also seems strange that the murder is not the primary discussion, but the actions of relations leading up to it. Did Meursault love his mother, was he in the circle of criminals, and other moral characteristics of the man seem to be the deciding factor of his fate, a trial that reads like a Holy decision into either Heaven or Hell while actually being a decision that would remove him from this worldly courtroom to the immortal courtroom, if that is to be believed certainly by the lawyers but denied by Meursault.

I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored. Being left with only having your past life, full of its joys and transgressions, to either comfort or haunt you for what feels like eternity reads much like an expression of an afterlife. The writing is crisp and immediate, and the effect is nearly overwhelming and all-encompassing in its beauty and insight.

I read this in high school and have now re-read it in preparation for The Meursault Investigation. I found it to be much more meaningful to me as an adult as I found it then, though I enjoyed it equally both times. When a reader is young, the ideas seem engaging and attractive, but more like a hat one can put on and remove when they are done and move on. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.

Note as well the quote above where Sunday passing is placed before mention of burying his mother. How could I neglect to mention the song Killing an Arab by the Cure, inspired by this novel. View all 57 comments. The novel begins with the words: It's actually kind of sad-face emoji.

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