Meursault, an ordinary little clerk living in Algiers, leads a quiet and unemotional life. He commits a senseless murder and is convicted, his lack of emotion toward his mother's death weighing against him. As he contemplates his execution, he considers the value of life and is on the verge of exhibiting feeling.
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It's just a strip of sand between two rocky spurs, with a line of rushes at the back,
along the tide line. At four o'clock the sun wasn't too hot, but the water was
pleasantly tepid, and small, languid ripples were creeping up the sand. Marie
It was like a furnace outside, with the sunlight -splintering into flakes of fire on the
sand and sea. We walked for quite a while, and I had an idea that Raymond had
a definite idea where he was going; but probably I was mistaken about this.
There was the same red glare as far as eye could reach, and small waves were
lapping the hot sand in little, flurried gasps. As I slowly walked toward the
boulders at the end of the beach I could feel my temples swelling under the
impact of the ...
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I wasn't sure what to think when I first started reading this. It initially didn't feel worthy of the fuss, but as it enters the second part, it becomes a book that makes you think. Why are some ... Read full review
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Spoiler alert! Not that it matters anyway, but don’t read this review if you don’t already know how it all ends. The Stranger is a perfect book, with a flawed philosophy. Camus is a liar. If he really ... Read full review