Its a quick fun read. Enjoyed reading it. Loved the male protagonist Meursault. Nothing, really nothing bothers him. The Arab he killed, the prison, his mother's death, the impending execution... he's just so indifferent to whatever. Doesn give a damn.. Good Lord!
According to the actual ratings on GR, The Stranger receives exactly what it says: 2 stars for 'it was ok'. The writing style is unique in a completely different way. It is not eloquent nor anything special but the offhand way in which the story is told gives me chills. Monsieur Mersault is a freaki...
"If something is going to happen, I want to be there," (113) says the narrator of "The Stranger," but he hasn't been there through most of the book. The Arab isn't the Stranger in question; the narrator is. And even in this late, apparent declaration of consciousness, he hasn't really appeared.Henry...
If I can remember correctly, my mum's review of this book was:L'Étranger? A guy kills a stranger on the beach because it's too fucking hot? Fucking shite!I enjoyed this a bit more than her, but she did have a point!
I had read this book before, but it is short and quick and seemed easy enough to re-read before providing a rating and review. In the spirit of Camus, I will try to provide a quick, concise, and straightforward review. :)Mersault is a logician. He is (possibly) slightly autistic. He understand the ...
Another classic I wanted to read. Very descriptive even in the translation from French. This is a story of a man who commits a murder in Algiers and his day to day life both in and out of prison. He seems to me to be anti-social to me and probably has a couple of other psych illnesses based on his...
Another difficult book to review. It's hard to be attached to a character who has no real attachments himself, although certainly the absurdity of sentencing someone to death for not responding in "correct" ways is central to the story.But I guess I didn't feel like Meursault achieved non-attachment...
I read this originally in French class, sometime during my storied high school career. Most of this famous existential work was read aloud in class, by a collection of students with a wide variety of accents and grasp of the French language. If I remember correctly, Lorne Ruffel's delivery was hil...
As if the blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
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