Albert Camus was the first writer I remember whose death made the news while I was growing up; my mother cried when the car crash was described on the telly. Camus showed how all pieties stink, and my teenage heart went molten with admiration. I wanted to go back to The Plague because I'd just read his posthumous memoir, The First Man , with its pitiless account of want and scarcity as he grew up among war widows in colonial Algeria. It upset my presuppositions about empire families. In addition, the current crisis makes me burn to understand more about North Africa and the colonial conflicts that form its long, bitter background Palestine, Suez, Algeria, Lebanon. But The Plague surprised me.
The Stranger by Albert Camus
The anti-hero Meursault at the beginning of the novel, is invited to the funeral of his mother where he does not cry. Everything is reckless, Meursault is someone who considers life and routine as absurd. His indifference is hated and condemned by others. The whole first part of this book describes the absurdity of life and all the indifference he feels.
The Stranger opens us the world void of rational meaning, totally grotesque world of Albert Camus. A plot of the book centers around the protagonist and storyteller, Meursault. By portraying detached, indifferent, unemotional main character, Camus masterly creates absurd and apathetic entourage.
When Balducci brought the Arab to the schoolhouse, he kindly welcomed them into the room, and heat up the classroom for them to be more comfortable. He made mint tea for them. At this point, the Arab? Therefore, Dura asked Balducci to untie his rope.