Introduction
Summary of the Book The Stranger by Albert Camus Before we proceed, let’s look into a brief overview of the book. Imagine a book that dares you to see life’s events—love, death, friendship, violence—stripped of comforting explanations. This is The Stranger, a story that challenges our notions of meaning. Instead of guiding you through a tidy tale of morals and lessons, it tosses you into a sunlit world where people expect tears and find none, where a single moment under a blazing sky can redefine everything. Within its pages, you meet Meursault, a man who does not pretend or perform the emotions we all expect. His honesty and indifference disturb us, forcing us to question why we believe what we do. By the final page, you face a question: Is the world itself uncaring, leaving us free to live authentically, or are we just too frightened to accept this unsettling possibility?
Chapter 1: A Quiet Man in a Hot City, Where Sunlight Feels Heavy and Shadows Hold Secrets.
Imagine a place where the sun seems to press down on you so hard that even breathing feels slow and thick. In this coastal city of Algiers, the streets are bright and the air shimmers with heat. People go about their lives, chatting in small groups, enjoying strong coffee, and seeking cool corners in narrow alleys. Among them is a quiet man named Meursault, who does not stand out by appearance. He is neither tall nor short, not especially handsome nor ugly; just an ordinary person blending into the crowd. Yet, something about him is peculiar. While others feel emotions rise and fall like waves, Meursault seems oddly still inside. He observes everything around him with calm, watchful eyes. It’s as if he carries a secret calmness, one that is both puzzling and unsettling.
Meursault’s life unfolds in a world that is simple on the surface. He wakes, he eats, he works, and then he rests. There are no grand dramas in his daily routine, no deep passions that stir him into action. To many, his life might appear dull, a repetition of small tasks that seem to circle back on themselves. But if we look more closely, we can notice how each tiny detail matters to him in a strange way. He pays attention to the warmth of the sun on his face, the slight bitterness of a cigarette on his tongue, and the distant hum of voices drifting through a window. It’s not that he searches for meaning in these things—he just notes them, as if collecting neutral facts about the world.
In Algiers, daylight lasts long, and when evening finally comes, the warmth still clings to the buildings. Meursault’s apartment is simple. The rooms have ordinary furniture, no special decorations, no framed photographs of loved ones smiling on the walls. He seems content with this simplicity. When he looks outside, he might watch passing neighbors, a distant cat lurking on a roof, or a man slowly pushing a cart of fruit. The city, at times noisy and restless, never quite breaks through his calm gaze. To others, life rushes by, filled with triumphs and sorrows. For Meursault, life simply is. It passes without requiring him to be anything more than a quiet observer. He doesn’t complain, doesn’t wish for more, and doesn’t suffer from longing.
This quietness, however, doesn’t mean there are no events waiting on Meursault’s horizon. Algiers, with its bright streets and dusty corners, will soon present him with situations that will test how he responds to expectation and tradition. As readers, we might wonder how someone so calm could ever be troubled. Yet beneath that calm surface, life’s unpredictable currents are always lurking. The world will press closer, demanding reactions, judgments, and signs of emotion. We may ask ourselves: how can a person remain so detached when confronted with death, anger, or love? These questions slowly take shape as we prepare to follow Meursault’s journey. The quiet man in a hot city will encounter events that force him to face what it means to feel—or not to feel—under the relentless glare of the sun.
Chapter 2: Unusual Farewell to a Mother, Beneath an Unforgiving Sun’s Glare.
One day, Meursault receives news that his mother, whom he calls Maman, has passed away. She had been living in a nursing home for the elderly, some distance from the city. Meursault does not cry or show deep sadness upon hearing the news. Instead, he requests time off from his workplace and prepares to attend the funeral. He travels under the harsh sun, feeling more aware of the brightness and the sweat on his forehead than of any crushing sorrow. This reaction might seem shocking to many people. After all, losing a parent is often a moment of great emotional pain. Yet, for Meursault, the immediate discomfort of the journey, the glaring sunlight, and the effort of travel overshadow any strong feeling of loss.
At the nursing home, Meursault finds himself in a room where his mother’s coffin rests, quietly waiting for the funeral procession. He is given the chance to see her one last time, but he chooses not to look. Instead, he accepts a cup of coffee and even shares a cigarette with the caretaker. While the night hours pass, the old friends of Maman arrive and sit vigil by the coffin. They do not speak much. They simply sit, silent and respectful, remembering a life that once filled these halls with gentle presence. As the night stretches on, Meursault remains calm, feeling time slip by. He is curious about these people who were close to his mother at the end of her life, yet their sorrows do not move him deeply.
The next morning, the funeral procession begins under a merciless sun. The director of the nursing home tells Meursault that his mother had grown fond of a man named Thomas Pérez, whom she treated almost like a fiancé. Together, they had found some comfort and closeness in their final days. As the small group walks to the cemetery, Meursault notices that the heat is unbearable, making him dizzy and tired. His clothes stick to his skin, and each step feels heavy. If he had any tears to shed, they would have dried before reaching his eyes. The physical discomfort takes center stage in his mind. He perceives the world around him—bright light, dusty ground, distant voices—more intensely than any emotional sorrow over his mother’s passing.
When the funeral ends and he returns home, Meursault falls back into his usual routine. It is as if his mother’s death has not changed anything substantial in his daily pattern. He sleeps, wakes, and watches the world as always. There are no dramatic breakdowns, no sudden transformations of character. Instead, life continues with the same smooth, detached rhythm. For a moment, we might wonder: is there something missing in Meursault? Should he not feel more pain, more memories stirring inside him at the thought of Maman’s face, her voice, her love? But for Meursault, those expectations do not apply. The natural world—sun, sea, streets—is more vivid to him than distant emotions. He is a stranger to the usual rules of grieving.
Chapter 3: Idle Afternoons, Cigarettes, and Quiet Observations That Challenge What is Normal.
Back in Algiers, Meursault slides easily into his daily life. He spends the following Sunday resting in his small apartment. Sundays have always felt slow and empty to him, with no urgent tasks and little excitement. He might look at the sky from his window, observe the play of light on the walls, or cut out newspaper advertisements just to pass the time. In these small rituals, Meursault feels oddly settled. He enjoys the simple presence of objects and moments without needing them to mean anything special. The world turns quietly. Outside, others may find Sundays dull, but for Meursault, dullness itself is neither good nor bad. It just is, like the warmth of his room or the distant hum of a tram passing by.
On one such day, Meursault unexpectedly meets a former colleague named Marie while at the beach. The contrast between the funeral and this encounter is stark. Instead of a heavy sadness, here there is only warmth, laughter, and the pleasant shape of a familiar face. Marie is cheerful, and her smile meets the sunlight playfully. They swim together, enjoying the cool water that wraps around their bodies like a gentle blanket. Later, they watch a comedy at the cinema, laughing at jokes that allow no room for sadness. That night, they spend the evening in his apartment, and Marie’s presence is bright and comforting. Yet even then, Meursault experiences pleasure in a calm, even way. He does not burst with emotion, but he appreciates her company and the simple joy of closeness.
As time passes, Marie grows fonder of Meursault. She finds him strange, but this strangeness intrigues her. He does not flatter her with fancy words nor does he pretend to be something he’s not. When she eventually asks if he would like to marry her, he replies with indifference. He says that it does not matter to him, but if it would please her, then yes, he would do it. This response might seem cold or puzzling, but Marie does not run away. She has never encountered anyone quite like Meursault, a man who doesn’t wear masks of politeness or passion. He simply exists, and she sees in him some kind of honesty, even if it lacks warmth. In this quiet acceptance, their relationship drifts on like a calm tide.
Meursault’s life in Algiers appears steady and uneventful. He goes to work, returns home, and sometimes meets Marie for a stroll or a swim. While others might think such a life is empty, for Meursault, it’s simply how things are. He does not feel bothered by the absence of strong emotions or grand ambitions. Instead, he lives in each moment as it arrives, without wishing for something else. But beneath this quiet surface, the world around him holds hidden tensions and challenges. Soon, the familiar scenery of apartments, balconies, and warm beaches will give way to darker turns. As readers, we might suspect that something is building beneath these calm afternoons—something that will test whether Meursault’s detached approach can survive encounters with anger, violence, and moral judgment.
Chapter 4: Strange Friendships, Whispered Rumors, and the Tense Air of Late Nights.
In the neighborhood where Meursault lives, people know each other’s faces and routines. One of his neighbors is an old man named Salamano, who owns a scruffy, half-bald dog. Salamano often curses at the dog, tugging it along and scolding it harshly. Strangely, the dog seems used to this rough treatment, shuffling along as if accepting this strange relationship. Another neighbor is Raymond, a man with a rough reputation. Whispers claim he is involved in shady dealings and heated quarrels. While others might avoid Raymond, Meursault finds no reason to refuse his company. One evening, Raymond invites Meursault over for dinner, offering him sausages and wine. Meursault accepts, not because he seeks friendship or excitement, but simply because he finds no reason to say no.
In Raymond’s dimly lit apartment, the conversation turns to personal matters. Raymond’s hand is wrapped in a dirty bandage. He explains that he has been in a fight related to his mistress, a woman he suspects of betrayal. He describes how he wants revenge. He plans to write her a letter that will lure her back to him, only so he can humiliate her when she arrives. Raymond knows he is not good with words, so he asks if Meursault would help write the letter. Meursault, indifferent, agrees. He sees no moral puzzle in this. He does not worry about the cruelty behind Raymond’s plan, nor does he feel a strong sense of loyalty. He simply goes along, calm and neutral, putting pen to paper without judgment.
The letter eventually draws the mistress back, and the following day, Meursault hears the sound of a fierce quarrel and screaming from Raymond’s apartment. The neighbors crowd around, alarmed. The police arrive, summoned by the noise and the fear that something terrible is happening. Although Meursault does not like disturbances, he also does not show much surprise or anger. He observes the unfolding scene as if it were a play performed for his eyes. Later, Raymond complains about the trouble caused by this fight and asks Meursault to serve as a witness, to tell the authorities that the woman was unfaithful and deserved the treatment she got. Meursault, unmoved by morals or pity, agrees. He feels no strong desire to defend the woman or condemn Raymond.
Afterward, Salamano’s dog runs away, leaving the old man genuinely shaken. Despite the harsh way he treated the animal, Salamano appears heartbroken by its loss. He confides in Meursault, recalling fond memories of caring for the dog’s skin problems and spending quiet years together. Meursault listens, offering no deep sympathy, but not rejecting the old man’s grief either. Life in the neighborhood seems woven from strange relationships and silent understandings. People do not always behave nicely, but their reasons remain hidden behind small apartment doors. Meursault drifts among them, neither judging nor praising. Soon, Raymond invites Meursault and Marie to join him and some friends at a beach house. Meursault agrees. This simple decision, like many he has made before, will lead him down a darker path.
Chapter 5: Letters of Deceit, Harsh Conflicts, and a World Bound by Custom.
As the weekend approaches, Meursault, Marie, and Raymond prepare to leave the busy city and head to a secluded beach area. Another couple, Masson and his wife, will be there to welcome them. The plan is to escape from the usual routines and tensions of the neighborhood. The beach, with its gentle waves and bright sands, promises relaxation and a change of scenery. However, as they set out, Raymond points out a group of Arab men standing across the street. One of them, Raymond says, is the brother of the mistress he wrote that cruel letter to. There is an uneasy tension in the air. Although Raymond assures everyone that it should be fine, a quiet worry starts to form, hinting that trouble may follow them.
On the bus journey to the outskirts of Algiers, Meursault feels the warmth of Marie’s shoulder and the gentle rocking of the vehicle. Upon arriving at the beach house, they are greeted by Masson and his wife. The first hours pass pleasantly: they swim in the clear sea, enjoying the calm sensation of water cooling their sun-heated skin. They share a hearty meal, laughing and chatting. Yet even as they smile, the memory of the men seen earlier lingers at the back of their minds. The world they live in, although seemingly free beneath the open sky, is actually bound by customs, grudges, and expectations of revenge. The sweetness of the seaside afternoon contrasts sharply with the underlying possibility of violence that hovers, unseen, nearby.
After lunch, the men go for a walk and soon discover that the group of Arab men has followed them. A sudden confrontation occurs. Knives flash in the sunlight, and sharp words cut through the quiet air. Raymond is wounded, a quick slash that leaves a stinging pain and blood dripping. The attackers retreat as swiftly as they appeared, and Masson hurries Raymond to a doctor. Meursault returns to the beach house, explaining what has happened to Marie and Masson’s wife. The afternoon’s bright calm now feels stained by the threat of danger. Inside Meursault’s mind, however, there is no panic or terror. He understands that something serious has happened, but he does not feel the intense fear or anger another person might feel.
When Raymond comes back, his mood is darkened. Anger flickers in his eyes as he decides to walk along the shoreline, perhaps to reclaim his pride or cool his temper. Meursault follows silently, unwilling to leave Raymond alone but not feeling alarmed. They carry a gun—Raymond’s gun—just in case. And there, by the shimmering waves and under the hammering sun, they spot the Arab men again, resting on rocks. Raymond attempts to confront them, but the men step back, disappearing behind large stones. Eventually, Raymond gives Meursault the gun and walks off, leaving him alone under the pounding sunlight. The heat grows more intense, pressing against Meursault’s body and mind. Soon, these tiny decisions—following Raymond, holding a gun, walking alone under a brutal sun—will lead to an irreversible moment.
Chapter 6: The Burning Beach, a Sudden Flash of Steel, and Quiet Trigger Pulls.
As Meursault wanders alone on the beach, he feels overwhelmed by the sheer brightness and heat. It is as if the sun has turned into a blazing spotlight, shining directly into his eyes and filling his head with dizzying pressure. He follows a narrow path, and around a bend, he encounters one of the Arab men again. This man is resting in the shade near a small spring, a cool spot in an otherwise harsh landscape. Meursault longs for that shade, for relief from the intense heat that torments him. He moves closer, uncertain yet drawn forward. The air seems thick and suffocating, each step heavy. He is not thinking about right or wrong, only the burning brightness and the sting of sweat trickling into his eyes.
As the two men face each other, the Arab man rises slightly, revealing a knife. The blade catches the sunlight, sending a sharp flash into Meursault’s eyes. This dazzling reflection hurts him physically, like a hot needle piercing his vision. It’s as if all the sounds have faded away, leaving only the humming silence of heat and light. Without conscious thought, Meursault reaches for the gun in his pocket. He does not plan or consider consequences. He acts as if driven by the sun’s intense glare and the overwhelming discomfort of the moment. In that blinding second, he pulls the trigger. The gunshot echoes strangely in his ears, and the Arab man falls. The beach falls silent, as if holding its breath in shock.
After this first shot, Meursault’s body feels hot and tense, but the world around him remains silent and still. He fires four more times into the motionless body. It is not clear why he does this. There is no hatred, no rage, no clear motive. It feels as if he is knocking on a closed door, trying to break through a moment that makes no sense. The heat and brightness still press heavily on him. With each shot, he is not seeking justice or victory. Instead, he is lost in a strange confusion, reacting to sensations rather than thoughts. In these seconds, Meursault steps beyond the boundaries of normal life, crossing into a new reality shaped by violence and fatal consequences.
In this haunting instant, the calm observer becomes a killer. Meursault’s life, once quiet and uneventful, will never be the same. He does not scream or fall to his knees. He does not cry out in regret. Instead, he stands there, absorbing the silence and the golden sunlight that glistens on the water’s surface. Behind him lies the path back to a simpler existence, but he cannot return. Ahead of him looms a future filled with questions, judgments, and punishments. This act, so sudden and senseless, will define how others see him and how society measures his worth. The moment of shooting under the scorching sun marks the end of the first part of this story, ushering in a time of trial and reckoning.
Chapter 7: A Cell’s Gloom, a Lawyer’s Disapproval, and the Slow Passing of Days.
After the shooting, Meursault is arrested and taken into custody. He sits in a cramped cell, the walls dull and bare. There is no more gentle sea breeze, no casual afternoons with Marie, no routine strolls through familiar streets. Here, the silence is heavy and the air smells of sweat and old stone. He is questioned about the crime, and he answers truthfully, calmly, without panic. Yet his honest indifference frustrates the authorities. They try to understand his motives—was it anger, fear, hatred? Meursault offers no passionate explanation. He simply states what happened. The sun was too bright, the moment too sharp. This leaves his lawyer puzzled and disappointed. How can he defend a client who refuses to show regret, sadness, or remorse?
Meursault’s lawyer tries to paint him as a normal man who suffered a moment of confusion. But when the lawyer asks if Meursault was saddened by his mother’s death, Meursault cannot lie. He admits that he did not cry, that he felt more discomfort from the heat than sorrow. This shocks and angers the lawyer, who fears that the jury and judges will see Meursault as heartless. The lawyer begs him to present himself as a grieving son who lost control due to emotional pain. But Meursault cannot pretend. He cannot invent emotions he never felt. Truth, to him, is a simple thing. He refuses to shape it to please others or to gain sympathy. His honesty, in a world expecting tears, becomes a silent betrayal of social expectations.
The investigating magistrate also questions Meursault, pressing him to explain why he fired so many times. Did he understand what he was doing? Did he seek revenge or show cruelty? Meursault can only say that he was annoyed and overwhelmed by the sun. The magistrate tries another angle, invoking God and asking if Meursault believes in eternal justice. But Meursault admits he does not believe in God. This confession shocks the magistrate, who brandishes a crucifix and calls Meursault Monsieur Antichrist. From that moment on, the gap between Meursault and the people judging him widens. Days turn into weeks, and weeks turn into months as Meursault sits waiting for the trial. In the stale prison air, he adapts, giving up cigarettes, learning to sleep deeply, and letting time drift.
Marie visits once, bringing a spark of the outside world. Her smile and optimism brighten the dull visiting room. She tries to give Meursault hope, saying that things will work out and they will marry someday. But as months pass, her visits stop. The emptiness of the cell becomes Meursault’s reality. He compares it to being trapped in a hollow tree trunk, seeing life only through a tiny opening. Night after night, he grows used to the silence and isolation. He looks at himself in a small mirror, noticing how his face has grown stern and expressionless. There are no tears to soften his features, no smiles to lighten his eyes. Each passing day prepares him for the strange and serious drama that will unfold in the courtroom.
Chapter 8: Faces in Court, Harsh Judgments, and the Absurd Dance of Values.
The day of the trial arrives, and Meursault enters a packed courtroom. Many people have gathered, curious about the man who shot another under a blazing sun. The room is stuffy, the windows closed, and the heat is again uncomfortable. Lawyers, judges, jurors, and onlookers all seem to focus their eyes on Meursault. He feels like a curious specimen, placed under a magnifying glass for everyone to examine. As the trial begins, witness after witness steps forward, painting their picture of Meursault’s life. The director of the nursing home where Maman lived describes Meursault as a son who showed no sadness at his mother’s funeral. The caretaker who offered him a cigarette and coffee also confirms his strange calmness at that solemn moment.
Marie is called to testify. She tries to explain that Meursault is not evil or cruel. She recalls the day after Maman’s funeral, when they went to watch a comedy film and then spent the night together. But her well-meaning words seem to backfire. The prosecution twists them, suggesting that Meursault’s quick turn to pleasure, laughter, and romance after his mother’s funeral proves a heartless character. The court’s attention shifts from the act of murder to the question of whether Meursault has normal human feelings. The reason for his violence is less important than the fact that he did not cry at his mother’s funeral. He is judged not only for killing a man, but for failing to follow society’s unwritten rules about grief and emotion.
Raymond testifies, trying to help, but the prosecution paints him as a suspicious character, a troublemaker who influenced Meursault. Salamano tries to say something good about Meursault, recalling how he listened when the old man lost his dog. Yet, nothing seems to improve Meursault’s image. The prosecutor calls him soulless, describing him as a monster who murdered without remorse. It is as if everyone is dancing around a strange problem: Why is Meursault different? Why does he not behave the way people expect a decent man to behave? In the courtroom, values swirl and clash. Society wants to see tears and repentance. Without them, Meursault might as well be an enemy of humanity, an outsider who threatens the moral order.
Finally, Meursault is given a chance to speak. He tries to explain his feelings during the shooting. He mentions the sun, the heat, and his physical discomfort. He admits that he did not plan the crime or act out of hatred. But the audience finds this explanation absurd. How could the sun, something everyone experiences daily, drive a man to kill? Laughter and disbelief fill the room. The absence of a proper motive infuriates people more than a motive might have. By the end of the trial, the verdict is clear: Meursault is found guilty and sentenced to death by the guillotine. His honesty has not saved him; it has sealed his fate. Society cannot accept what it cannot understand.
Chapter 9: The Blade of Justice, a Chaplain’s Prayers, and Defiant Inner Truths.
In prison, awaiting execution, Meursault faces the final stretch of his existence. The guillotine awaits, and the thought of it hovers in his mind like a silent shadow. Instead of feeling terror, he experiences a numb curiosity. He knows his time is limited, and no appeals to society’s standards can save him now. The world outside continues as usual, oblivious to the prisoner’s inner thoughts. The sky still brightens each morning, even though he cannot see it freely. He wonders about the odd distance between him and everyone else. Society demanded feelings he did not have, judged him for not crying, and now wants to cut his life short. This strikes him as strangely logical yet meaningless, like a puzzle whose solution does not matter.
One day, the prison chaplain visits, hoping to comfort Meursault by bringing him closer to God. The chaplain believes that everyone, especially someone facing death, must feel regret, fear, or a longing for forgiveness. He tries to convince Meursault that God’s love and eternal life will bring meaning to these final moments. But Meursault remains unmoved. He does not pretend to have faith just because the end is near. The chaplain insists, talking about the soul, heaven, and a purpose behind suffering. Meursault listens quietly, then calmly refuses. He does not want prayers or illusions. He has never lied about his feelings before; why start now?
The chaplain’s persistence irritates Meursault. Eventually, something cracks inside him. He grabs the chaplain’s collar and speaks with raw emotion for the first time. He shouts that none of this matters, that life is as random as the passing of clouds. Everyone is destined to die, and no reasoning or religion can escape that fate. His words flow like a flood, a sudden release of frustration. He rejects the chaplain’s certainties, calling them empty. This angry outburst surprises even Meursault. For so long, he has been quiet, passive, and unmoved. Now, at the edge of life, he finds energy and voice to defy the comforting lies people tell themselves.
After the chaplain leaves, Meursault feels oddly at peace. He thinks about his mother again, remembering that she had embraced life at the end, finding a kind of happiness in her last days at the nursing home. Facing his own end, he feels a gentle bond with her spirit. The universe is silent, indifferent to human cries, but that very indifference can be freeing. Accepting that nothing matters in a grand sense allows him to feel calm. He hopes that when he steps onto the platform of the guillotine, there will be a crowd of angry voices, letting him experience once more the raw intensity of life’s presence. In that final moment, his understanding of the world’s emptiness and simplicity brings him a strange and quiet comfort.
Chapter 10: Understanding Absurdity, Embracing Freedom, and Finding Calm Before the End.
The Stranger, as a story, reflects a world where meaning does not flow from any higher plan or warm purpose. Meursault’s journey shows us that life can seem like a random collection of events: a funeral, a chance meeting on a beach, a careless moment under a burning sun. In these events, people expect to find a certain emotional logic—sadness in death, joy in love, remorse in wrongdoing. But Meursault shows that a person can exist outside these expectations. His lack of traditional feelings highlights the absurdity of a world where we try to impose patterns of meaning on events that, by themselves, mean nothing. The community’s judgment of him reveals their anxiety: how can we trust someone who does not share our rituals of grief and regret?
From this perspective, The Stranger is not simply a tale of murder and punishment. It is a challenge to the idea that life must make sense. If we accept that existence is indifferent, as empty as a hollow shell, then we can no longer blame someone like Meursault for failing to follow emotional rules. Instead, we must look at ourselves and wonder why we cling so tightly to certain beliefs. We must ask why we demand tears at funerals and see laughter after loss as a crime. The trial of Meursault becomes a trial of society’s values, shining light on the uneasy truth that our moral codes might be as flimsy as sand castles on the shore.
For Meursault, understanding that life has no grand meaning opens a path to freedom. Even as he awaits the guillotine, he finds himself unburdened. If nothing matters absolutely, then one is free to live without fear of breaking invisible rules. He does not need the chaplain’s promises of salvation, nor does he require pity from the crowd. He can stand alone, aware of his fate, and accept it calmly. In a way, this realization is his triumph: he refuses to lie about his feelings, and in doing so, he shows more honesty than those who pretend to care or believe when they do not.
In the end, The Stranger invites readers to reflect on their own understanding of right, wrong, and meaning. It encourages us to ask difficult questions: How do we react to someone who does not share our emotions? Can we respect honesty even if it unnerves us? By presenting a character who does not follow society’s rules for feeling and expression, Albert Camus forces us to confront the idea that the universe may be silent, and meaning might be something we create. Faced with this truth, do we panic, or do we embrace the freedom it offers? Meursault’s acceptance of life’s emptiness and his calm before the end suggest that embracing absurdity can lead to a form of truth and peace that no amount of lies can provide.
All about the Book
The Stranger by Albert Camus is a profound exploration of absurdism, existentialism, and the human condition, as it follows Meursault’s detached journey through life, love, and the inevitability of death. A must-read classic.
Albert Camus was a French philosopher, author, and journalist, known for his contributions to existentialism and absurdism, greatly influencing literature and thought in the 20th century.
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