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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I can recall only one moment; I had opened my eyes and I saw the old men
sleeping hunched up on their chairs, with one exception. Resting his chin on his
hands clasped round his stick, he was staring hard at me, as if he had been
waiting for ...
They were staring at us silently, in the special way these people have— as if we
were blocks of stone or dead trees. Raymond whispered that the second Arab
from the left was "his man," and I thought he looked rather worried. However, he ...
It was then that I noticed a row of faces opposite me, These people were staring
hard at me, and I guessed they were the jury. But somehow I didn't see them as
individuals. I felt as you do just after boarding a streetcar and you're conscious of
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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