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Puppet Show

In our class discussion about existentialism, “theater of the absurd” was mentioned, and I wanted to see if I could connect it to something in my niche of interest. As I was thinking of different media that could connect to this concept, I thought back to one of CYSO’s (Chicago Youth Symphony Orchestra) spring concerts where we performed Petrushka by Igor Stravinsky. This work fell into my niche of Russian art (My mom is Russian, and I lived there for a year. I spent a majority of my time in theaters, museums, and showcases.), and I wanted to explore it through the lens of the “theater of the absurd.” 

To start, I want to give some context on the piece itself. This work holds a large significance in the arts as a whole. Firstly, this work was originally a ballet meant to be performed by Diaghilev’s Ballets Russes. This dance company holds an important position in the history of dance as the Ballets Russes troupe pushed the envelope in terms of style, choreography, and performance. They performed their productions in Paris during the early 20th century and were constantly met with outrage from the public who, at the time, was revolted by the dance troupe’s departure from traditional performance. Arguably of equal significance is Petrushka’s legacy on the world of classical music. Stravinsky’s work in the beginning of the 20th century broke the preceding norms of classical music. His use of dissonance, complex rhythm, and new approach to musical form broke away from the somewhat rigid traditions of classical music and opened the door for experimentation in the ways in which composers convey a message. These complexities made Petrushka a stand alone work, pushing it past being just a ballet score. 

Now that I gave you a perhaps unnecessary recap of the significance of the play, here is how I believe it connects to our conversation about existentialism. In the ballet and score, Petrushka has a defined narrative. It follows Petrushka, a living puppet who experiences love, jealousy, and despair, ultimately leading to his death. To me, Petrushka represents the human condition. His character is a puppet, meant to highlight the lack of radical subjectivity humans have. Throughout the story, he searches for meaning through “human systems” (i.e. love). In the end, his search for meaning through these means is futile, leaving him in a state of despair. The story follows him past death, as in the closing of the work, Petrushka taunts and curses the purposefully ambiguous “Creator” for causing his unhappiness. Ultimately, I think this piece of art comments on the same things as existentialism: how the search for meaning through made up systems is done in vain. Petrushka’s story explores the binaries of freedom and confinement, the struggle of an individual in an absurd and senseless world, and the line between the illusion and reality of life.

I think it is important to mention that this work precedes the formal movement of existentialism, so I can’t formally say this is an intentional work of the “theater of the absurd”; however, I find it interesting that this work was developed and performed in France, where this philosophy would be explored a few decades later by Camus and Sartre.

If you are interested you can watch part of the film adaptation of the ballet on Youtube. It is wordless like the ballet but has more elaborate sets, costumes, and staging (I recommend reading a libretto). In some ways it is absurd simply based on the artistic choices in the music and production (you will see what I mean). Also it is important to mention that the adaption is filmed in 1990’s Russia, a time and place where blackface was acceptable in theater.

Absurd Algerian Sun

In his novel, The Stranger, Albert Camus uses the motif of the sun to represent the absurdity of life. Camus establishes and develops this motif by using extensive detail describing the effect of the sun and heat.

The first time Camus introduces this motif at the Maman’s funeral. As the funeral procession begins, Meursault takes notice of the quickly rising sun. Shortly after, he begins to complain about the heat and the brightness of the sun. For the rest of the scene, Meursault describes the sun through its effects on himself and others, recounting the overwhelming feeling of heat mixed with the surroundings (16-17). When analyzing Camus’ use of this motif, it is important to note how he does so through syntax and word choice. One of the defining characteristics of The Stranger is its simple diction, reflecting Meursault’s inner state. In this way, Camus highlights the motif of the sun, as he uses uncharacteristically descriptive language in regard to the sun.

After introducing this motif, Camus establishes it in the end of Part One. In the moments leading up to Meursault’s murdering the Arab, Camus uses nearly two pages to describe the intensity of the heat (58-59). Not only does Camus use an unusual amount of detail to describe the heat, but the words and phrases he uses, point to the sun bearing down on Meursault both physically and mentally.

These two examples show how Camus introduces and establishes the motif of the Sun; however, the motif on its own does not have an explicit meaning. In my opinion, the Sun represents the absurdity of life. In class, we talked about how part of existentialism is recognizing the systems in which we place our beliefs in an attempt to give life meaning. Also, we came to the conclusion that, taken objectively, life is full of random suffering and senseless death or, in other words, absurd. This conversation uncovered the motif of the Sun to me.

The first time we see Camus employ the motif is at Maman’s funeral. Family was one of the systems that we established as “made up,” and I believe that Camus specifically chose this moment to include the “absurd sun” because it was the reader’s first example of how the systems we have created to give meaning to life, ultimately have no significance in the face of the absurdity of life. After introducing this motif of absurdity, Camus then uses it again the scene with the Arab. This connected to another thing that was brought up in the class talk: radical subjectivity, or radical autonomy. I believe this facet of existentialism is also explored through Meursault. Central to radical subjectivity is deconstructing and removing “human systems” from influencing your decisions. In my opinion, what Meursault does on the beach, though radical, is an example of someone who has removed any societal norms from their subconscious. Not only this, but through the entire scene, the Sun plays an important role. It not only represents the absurdity of senseless death happening every day, but also how the absurdity of life itself can lead people to abandon what we consider to be “human.”

This is my take on what the motif of the Sun represents, but I also recognize that this motif could represent a variety of ideas, perhaps as Camus intended.

Existentialism and The Stranger in Modern Media

In The Stranger by Albert Camus, existentialism constantly shows up as a theme and idea. During the 20th century, existentialism gained popularity and criticism alike, and while not directly supporting or condemning it, The Stranger tells a story from the perspective of an existentialist. The Stranger became incredibly popular, and its influence and ideas can be seen in modern media today. For example, in the HBO Series, The Sopranos, AJ Soprano, the son of mob boss Tony Soprano, is assigned The Stranger in a school assignment. Throughout the next couple of episodes, AJ is seen echoing existentialist talking points. For example, when he is scolded for stealing his mom’s car with his friends, his mom remarks on how he could have killed them if he had gotten into an accident. He begins to talk about how that would have been interesting since it would reflect the absurdity and life and remarks on how death is a strong example of this absurdity. While in the show, these moments are mainly used in comedic fashion, these ideas come directly from existentialist works. The show deals with these same existential ideas more seriously when it consistently tackles the meaning of life and its absurdity through therapy sessions with the main character, Tony Soprano. Throughout the show, Tony frequently visits his therapist, Dr Melfi. In these sessions, Tony discloses his feelings of emptiness and anxiety despite continuing to gain wealth and power.  The show comments on his existential nature by showing that these social constructs do not provide him any real satisfaction, as he becomes more paranoid of his own fragile mortality.

Not a Stranger Anymore

Albert Camus, in his novel, The Stranger, portrays the narrator, Meursault, as a stranger to the people around him and his surroundings. He lives in the moment, speaks as a ‘matter of fact-ly’, and does not make any big decision on his own accord. He waits until an outside force sets an action in motion that he can partake in. For example, when his neighbor Raymond asked Meursault to write a faux testimony to the police about Raymond beating his mistress, Meursault does not think this this is a horrible act, he does not get angry at Raymond, he simply agreed to. His lack of response to Raymond’s plan gave Raymond the impression that Meursault agrees with his outlook on beating the mistress, when in reality, he does not care. He lets others dictate his actions by adhering to whatever task comes across his way. He doesn’t care about the morality of his actions, and this is obvious because of his attitude towards his other neighbor, Salamano, who abuses his dog. But even when it came to providing care for his Maman before she died, Meursault states that he simply put her into a home because he could not afford it. He seemed to lack sadness in that decision, because his financial situation is what ultimately drove him to put her into a home. At the end of Part 1, we see Meursault kill a man. I noticed that leading up to the murder, Meursault describes the sky and the weather with such imagery and detail. “It occurred to me that all I had to do was turn around and that would be the end of it. But the whole beach, throbbing in the sun, was pressing on my back…..It was this burning, which I couldn’t stand anymore, that made me move forward. I knew that it was stupid, that I wouldn’t get the sun off of me” (59). Even when the readers are aware of Meursalt’s feeling on the matter, that he thinks this whole altercation is ‘stupid’, he still advances forward. How is it that the heat of the sun could drive a man against his own morals (the little of it he has left) and any logical thinking to advance so far forward that he kills a man? And also shoots him 4 other times, emptying the pistol that Salamano gave him? I think it is eerie that he is aware of the fact that killing the Arab man would not provide him relief or escape from the sun, but because it was so overbearing, he just kept moving forward.

 

Meursault

Meursault: Cynical Sociopath or Careless Spectator?

In The Stranger by Albert Camus, we are exposed to the strange and seemingly blank character of Meursault. At times, he is a passive observer who could not care less about the world as it passes around him, and at others he shows a side of himself that seems to lean toward the negative things in life rather than being neutral as he appears to be.

The entire story is narrated by Meursault himself, and thus we get a very in depth look at how he thinks and operates. He observes the world around him from a lens of someone who lives their life independently from their environment. Things happen, grave things such as his mother dying, his neighbor asking Meursault to do things for him despite the fact he is a known scumbag, and last of all and most importantly the violent altercations with the Arab men, and when these things happen Meursault acts as if he had absolutely no control whatsoever over these events. He’s like an observer, someone who is reading the story with us, but there are a few parts throughout the story where this observer visage begins to fade away.

Meursault is not a violent man, but there are multiple times throughout the story when he seems to show some negative tendencies. He is constantly making remarks about how the world annoys him, how people, weather, and other things get on his nerves and affect his life. Of course, he doesn’t do anything to act on these annoyances, but a lot of space in his mind seems to be taken up by negativity. For the majority of the story, he is either completely neutral or annoyed. The only times when he is even slightly positive are those that he is with Marie. It’s possible that Camus is saying something about reproduction and how its some people’s (people like Meursault who simply live and aren’t emotionally affected by things outside their control) only apparent reason for living in their depressing and cynical reality. It’s not until the end of the story, when he shoots the Arab man that Meursault shows some form of action, some real interaction with the world around him that doesn’t have to do with reproduction or work, and it is one of violence. Not just any violence, but extreme violence. As if all that annoyance boiled up, Meursault shoots the man 4 times too many, for a reason unknown to the reader.

I believe that this suggests that there’s something we don’t yet know about Meursaut’s character, that he isn’t as much of a passive observer who lets the world go by around him as he seems to be. Perhaps Camus is trying to suggest something about the world, and about humans. Maybe we’re different from animals, at least in our modern world, we can’t live a life without interacting with the world or allowing the world to interact with us. Something interest is bound to happen, there is no such thing as an uninteresting person.

Meursault and Depression

When I first started reading Albert Camus’s “The Stranger”, one thought that followed me through every chapter was: “Wow, this guy is really depressed.” While reading, it seems that every detail so far, from larger plot points to small writing details, has tied back to his depressed state. I don’t believe that he completely lacks morals or is soulless for the sake of it–rather, those are symptoms of his depression that are manifesting in more dramatic ways.

Throughout the story, Meursault seems disconnected from the world. He acknowledges and understands what’s happening in his life, but nothing seems to rattle him emotionally–not based on his internal narration, at least. He treats everything with the same level of calm acknowledgement and general apathy. For example, on page 41, he says, “That evening, Marie came by to see me and asked me if I wanted to marry her. I said it didn’t make any difference to me and that we could if she wanted to.” He responds to a situation that is typically very emotionally charged with that same level of apathy that he uses to respond to his neighbor’s dog running away, for instance. It demonstrates a base emotional level that he never seems to exceed, no matter the situation.

This can even be seen in the fundamental parts of the writing style itself. The book is filled with short, stunted sentences, often conveying minimal factual information about the world around him. Despite the fact that we’re in his perspective, it almost feels like a third-person narration with no internal insight into any of the characters simply because it seems like Meursault has none. Additionally, we never hear any direct quotes from him himself. His dialogue is always a summary of what he actually said, but never the words themselves. This creates yet another layer of detachment from his surroundings. Depression is often characterized by that same detachment and lack of strong feelings towards a person’s own life. These characteristics fit Meursault, who, while not constantly bemoaning any agony or misery in his life, still seems to struggle to find any strong emotional ties to the people or events in his life, whether happy or sad. Ultimately, as the story gets more complex plot-wise, we’ll see if he maintains this apathy or ends up gaining something else.

The Mysterious Monsieur Meursault

Albert Camus’ The Stranger introduces a seemingly bland, soulless individual by the name Monsieur Meursault. Meursault who also happens to be the main protagonist, and narrator, of the novel, possesses a seeming disregard for what we perceive as normal human behavior. For example, the book starts with, “Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe. I don’t know.”(3),  one of the most famous openings in all of literature. What would be devastatingly life-changing for your average human being barely fazes our protagonist, and he promptly continues with his life by hopping on the two o’clock bus and proceeding as if nothing unusual had ever occurred.

Similarly, Meursault is unfazed by the antics of his neighbors, Salamano and Raymond, much to the disbelief of those around him. Raymond comments on Salamano’s treatment of his dog, “If that isn’t pitiful!”, and Meursault blankly replies by saying that he did not think that it was disgusting, and that it did not really bother him. These kinds of interactions are repeated often throughout Part One: Meursault exhibits a strange behavior, passerby and background characters comment on it, Meursault explains that he doesn’t really care, and life goes on. Ironically, it is this monotonously exact indifference that sets apart our narrator from every other human in the story.

Merusault’s actions can hardly be explained, but only interpreted and hypothesized upon. A clear explanation has not yet been given for his behavior, so it’s up to the reader to use their imagination to predict what could have possibly turned him into such a stoic monster. I, for one, think that perhaps Meursault has a neurocognitive disorder of some sort: Depression, Bipolar Disorder, or some sort of personality disorder. Regardless of his backstory, I’m excited to see how the story plays out, as well as learn the truth behind the mysterious Monsieur Meursault.

Meursault and his Morals: A Exploration of Empathy

Throughout the first part of The Stranger, Meursault has proven himself to be simultaneously very in tune with the world and people around him, but at the same time seemingly indifferent to it all. He gives detailed descriptions of people and places but never his own emotions, and certainly not any empathy or care towards them.

In the very first chapter, his mother dies. We, the readers, expect him to be distraught and perhaps wracked with guilt at putting his mother in a home to live out the rest of her days. However, Meursault proves himself to be quite the opposite, stating that she was too much of a burden to stay with him, and that he couldn’t afford to keep her at his house. The rest of the day he spends his time making observations about his surroundings and the people he interacts with. More than once he notes his annoyance, whether it be the chair he sits in, the heat, or the old people chewing their lips. He also feels nothing towards the old man who tried so hard to make it to his mothers burial, only notes his physical appearance.  All in all, it doesn’t seem to be the “normal” reaction one would have after their mother passes away.

Later, we meet Raymond. When Meursault first meets him he says that people don’t like Raymond, but that it doesn’t matter to him what they think because Raymond has never done anything to him. While this could come across as Meursault being openminded about other human beings and not wanting to listen to what others say about Raymond, I think Meursault simply doesn’t care. It seems to me like more of a cowards way out. It is easier to say that Raymond isn’t a bad person because he hasn’t done anything to you particularly than it is to admit that he is a bad person because he does bad things to other people. This is where we see particular lack of empathy from Meursault.

At the end of part one, he shoots a man 5 times. The first bullet proves fatal, so why shoot the next four? Personally, I think he shot the man not out of hate, or spite, or a need to prove anything to anyone, but simply because he wanted to. He needed to feel something in his life, do something brash and out of the ordinary, maybe to prove to himself that he actually can feel anything but indifference at all. And all the while, he doesn’t care that he ended a life, he only describes it as “opening a door to unhappiness”.

Meursault is certainly a complex character, and while I don’t think he is necessarily a bad person, he seems to lack empathy and a moral compass that would categorize him as a “good person”. To me, this puts him in a sort of moral grey area.

Meursault’s Meaningless Measures

Albert Camus’s book The Stranger, follows the life of a young adult that struggles to find purpose in his day to day life. He has this idea that there is no meaning to a lot of things in life and he just accepts a lot of things for the way they already are. Although Meaursault does not care for the way life is, how far can life turn upside down before he really decides to have a sense of meaning in his existence?

While it is nice to start with an answer to this question, it really is hard to depict one. As we start reading the story, Meaursault has little to no emotion over the death to his mom, which for most would have a substantial effect. Meaursault remarked, “Maman died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know…That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it was yesterday” (Camus, 3). This automatically emphasizes the strangeness of his character within the first couple sentences of the book. It is normal to have emotion towards the death of a loved one but as we get to know Meaursault more throughout the story, we learn that he just lives moment to moment with a sense of little to no meaning in his life. Which seems utterly impossible.

The story continues and we meet Raymond who asks Meaursault to write a “revenge” letter for his mistress, which would contain highly graphic material. Meaursault and the reader both understand how awful a person Raymond is which makes the idea of Meaursault agreeing to write the letter even more absurd. There’s an extent to where it is doing a favor and doing a bad thing. This is a definition of doing a bad thing but Meaursault doesn’t care. He does not care about who this is writing to or how bad the language is. This provides no meaning to his life just like the death of his mother.

Lastly, a big takeaway in part one of The Stranger was the murdering of the Arab man with the revolver. Meaursault utters, “Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullets lodged without leaving a trace” (Camus, 59). A revolver is able to hold a maximum of six bullets at all times. He claims he shot five of those six bullets at the man, even after he died. While he continued to shoot, he didn’t shoot every bullet he could which creates the idea that he wasn’t shooting to release anger or emotion but entirely to just shoot the gun because he didn’t care.

From the death of his mother to the murder of a man, Meaursault remains the same emotionless being. I predict that he will find meaning in his life shortly after the murder circles back to him but like I said earlier, it really is too hard to say how far can life turn upside down before he changes because he is still the same person he was on the first page of the book.

Will Meursault be a stranger forever?

In part one of The Stranger, Meursault’s apathy towards humanity is clear. He doesn’t notice or care about what other people think of him. He’s willing to marry someone he doesn’t love. He kills a man! Throughout all this, Meursault is distant. He’s a stranger in his own life.

I predict that one of two (and a half) things will happen.
1. Meursault will come face to face with the consequences of his actions. He will reconsider his perspective on life, and either learn to empathize with others or stay the same.

2. Meursault isn’t impacted by the consequences of his actions. He goes through life exactly as he does now.

Side note:
The Stranger is a very liminal story, and it reminds me of this ambient song in DELTARUNE.

Judging the non judgemental

In the stranger one of Meursualt’s main qualities is that he is not a judgmental person. He willingly befriends Raymond, despite public perception, and even lets Salamando confide in him regardless of how he treats his dog.

One might think this would be a redeeming quality but it is quite the opposite. I would argue that any person with morals would not willingly defend let alone help a abuser. Especially one you do not have Deep ties to. Raymond asks Meursualt to testify for him that his mistress cheated on him. On page 37 it states,”According to Raymond all I had to do was state that the girl had cheated on him. I agreed to act as a witness for him.” With virtually no persuasion he agrees to testify for Raymond on his charge of abuse. I would make the generalization that to most people that would be a big deal, especially when you consider the fact that he does not have any grounds to be a reliable witness. However, Meursualt agrees without a second thought. He does not judge Raymond for anything he has done, he is fine or even happy to be friends with an abuser.

It is clear that abuse doesn’t seem to mean anything to him. When Raymond first approaches  him in the hallway he starts conversation about the way Salamando abuses his dog, “he asked me didn’t I think it was disgusting and I said no” (pg.28) Raymond doesn’t judge his neighbors the way most people might. He doesn’t hold Either Raymond’s or Salamando’s actions against them in any way. Throughout the story he remains honestly oblivious to how people might perceive his actions, he carries the mentality that no one would judge him, as he does not judge other people.

Normally I would rearguard holding no judgement or pre-existing bias as a good thing, but Meursualt’s actions make me rethink that. Is it necessary to move through life with some bias? Should one character flaw define someone? I think the conclusion I can make is that the mainstream definition of being a “good” person is more complicated then one might think. While we should attempt to see the good in people, it feels morally wrong to not at least acknowledge the bad.

The Stranger – Meursault And The People Around Him

In The Stranger, by Albert Camus, the first 6 chapters show us the day-to-day life the main character, Meursault, lives. It’s a fairly boring life, he doesn’t seem emotionally attached to anything since the passing of his mother. However, his neighbors, Salamano and Raymond, have developed connections with Meursault and understand what he’s going through in their own ways.

We first see a glimpse of their connection when Raymond asked Meursault to write a letter to his mistress for him, Meursault agreed and then the two shook hands firmly when Raymond said, “men always understand each other” (33). This alludes to the fact that Meursault doesn’t show his pain or his emotions but Raymond knows the truth.

A different instance is with Salamano, where on page 45 Salamano had returned from the pound after searching for his dog. When he returned from the pound he talked to Meursault, he explained that Meursault’s mom was very fond of his dog. At the end of the conversation the two said goodnight, and Salamano “wanted to sleep. His life had changed now and he wasn’t too sure what he was going to do.” Compared to Meursault, when he lost a loved one, he seemed like nothing happened, carried on with his life and doing what he usually did.

This leads me to wonder whether Meursault will eventually open up to the people around him and finally start acting with some emotion and maybe it will lead to a deeper bond or maybe he will just keep hiding how he truly feels and it won’t go deeper than surface level friendship.

Theories on Meursault!

Throughout my reading of The Stranger,  initially, it shocked me how Meursault seemed to not be grieving his mother’s death. When at his mother’s funeral, all he could focus on was the sun and heat, and not that his mother was dead. I was confused as to why it seemed like he thought that death was such a superficial thing, which left me questioning Meursault’s morals.

The more I read, I realized that Meursault isn’t a “bad” person; he just views things differently.

I think that Meursault believes that life “just keeps going,” which is mentioned when he talked to Raymond. “Then he explained that he’d heard about Maman’s death but that it was one of those things that was bound to happen sooner or later. I thought so too (33).” If this is true, it may explain why Meursault is in such a rush to get Maman’s funeral over with (“I don’t know why we waited so long before getting under way (15).”), which is definitely unusual for someone whose mother just died.

Another little thought that I have is that  when Meursault’s internal monologue  goes into deep detail on “the little things,” (like when he is explaining what he sees on the street, “The sky was clear but dull above the fig trees lining the street. On the sidewalk across the way the tobacconist brought out a chair (22),…etc.) that he is just living in the moment. I think all of this explains why he seems to not be grieving his mother’s death-he is living in the moment of the present day.

What are your theories?

Living Without Meaning

In The Stranger, the narrator, Meursault, seems devoid of emotion for at least the first few chapters. When he’s faced with problems or those of other characters, he either claims that the issue doesn’t matter to him or he agrees with the character without offering any actual input. This can be seen at the start of the book, when he informs us that his mother died without expressing sadness or any other emotion. It can also be seen later on in the book when Meursault states, “I learned very quickly that none of it really mattered” (pg. 41). His views on existence seem to be very nihilistic, like nothing matters at all, and he only does what he finds pleasurable and what other people ask him to do.

His beliefs are related to the book’s author, Albert Camus, who is known to be one of the most prominent philosophers associated with absurdism, a philosophy that shares similarities with nihilistic beliefs. This similarity might suggest that the book represents the development of Camus’s own philosophical beliefs, or that it simply describes a nihilist’s perspective, or something else altogether.

Lessons from Meursault and Janina

Throughout this year, the books we read challenged me to think about the way I am living my life. The two books that I enjoyed the most were Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk and The Stranger by Albert Camus. In addition to enjoying them, they had a lasting impact on how I view morality, justice, and the idea of meaning in life.

Janina, the main character of Drive Your Plow, was a character that I had almost no relation to. Her studies of astrology and passion for animal rights seemed strange and annoyed me. But as the story progressed, I began to see how deeply she cared about justice and her beliefs. Even when no one took her seriously, she stayed true. I am at a time in my life where people try to tell you what to believe. Her strong sense of right and wrong, especially when others judged her, was a characteristic that I admired. Even though I disagree with Janina on a lot of topics I would like to have the confidence that she has.

On the other hand, Meursault from The Stranger represented a very different characteristic. He doesn’t express emotions the way society expects him to, and from the outside perspective seems disconnected from the world.  As the story went on I started to think that he might be more observant and connected to the world than everyone else. His story got me to think about what really matters in the world. 

Janina and Meursault, to me, represent two ends of a spectrum. Janina cared about the world around her so much that she went to extreme lengths to protect her values. Meursault had pretty much no cares in the world. What I took away from these two characters is that somewhere on the spectrum of caring there is a happy medium. My final takeaway is this: “Stick to your principals, but don’t worry about what’s outside of your control.”

King Lear & The Stranger Reflection: What Really Matters?

Out of all the books we read this year, the two that stood out to me the most were King Lear by Shakespeare and The Stranger by Albert Camus. Rather than offering me clarity or comfort, reading these books challenged how I think about deep meaning and emotion. These books didn’t just hand me answers; they used characters and stories to expose the fragile world we live in. Overall, the main idea that struck me was how both texts pushed me to think less about what is “supposed” to matter, and encouraged me to consider what actually does matter when everything else is stripped away.

In King Lear, the moment that affected me the most was when Lear stands up in the storm and shouts at the sky. Up until that point, Lear believed that love could be measured through words and a flattery, as shown when he demands his daughters to declare how much they love him in exchange for land. But, when Cordelia refuses to flatter Lear, he banishes her. As a result, his other daughter’s betrayal led Lear into a downward spiral, exposing how fragile a hollow understanding of love and loyalty really is. The storm scene stood out to me in particular because it’s where Lear begins to confront the reality of his own blindness and mistakes. Through the poetry and intense imagery, it made the scene memorable and really burned the theme in my head. It makes me think about how much of our identity can be tied to roles and expectations, and what’s left when those fall apart.

Similarly, in The Stranger, Meursault’s detachment from everything, such as from his mother’s death and his own trial, made me feel uncomfortable at first. I’ve never read a book before with such apathy, which was definitely surprising to read. However, the more I sat with the book and the characters, I realized that Meursault’s refusal to fake emotion forced me to examine how much of my own reactions are shaped by what’s expected, not what I really feel. His acceptance of life’s absurdity at the end of the novel, such as when he finds peace in the idea that the universe is indifferent, challenged my needs for life to always “make sense.” The book was quite abstract and unique, which stood out to me, ultimately making me remember the themes of absurdity and existentialism.

Both Lear and Meursault are completely different characters in different stories, but they are both forced to confront what remains when social structures and expectations fall away. What the characters have left at the end of each book is unclear, as Lear goes mad and Meursault remains indifferent, but their characters have helped me understand the fact that facing uncertainty is part of being human, and in the end, material possessions are worthless compared to our humanity.

How “The Stranger” and “King Lear” are more than just books.

Honestly, these were the only two books that gripped me. I’m not sure what it was exactly that invited me into their worlds, but it was definitely something. The stranger impacted me on a deeper level than just a story. It had more depth than most things I’ve seen on a screen or page. Meursault’s character arc and development are innovative and new for their time. It impacted me on a level that forced me to look into myself and my own life to find any similarities and differences. Because, like all of us, there are many admirable and poor things about Meursault. This paradox is that these attributes are exactly the same. His admirable quality is that he does not care; he is a free man(until about halfway through) and lives his life guilt-free. While this exists, the poor thing about him is that he does not care. He is numb to things to the point where it makes him seem inhuman. In this way, he is one of the most unrelatable we’ve read about. The good parts of Meursault have inspired me to live my life how I want, without the looming expectations or opinions of others, and have given me a newfound confidence in myself.

Secondly, King Lear is one of the most influential pieces of writing that I believe inspires many movies and other books today. But for me, I feel that the stories and lessons throughout are ones everyone can learn from. Such as truthfulness, loyalty, and even bonds between family and friends. Many of the consequences in the book are started by lies and betrayal. Which can be translated to real life. Many conflicts in real life could be avoided if these things were avoided as well. Personally, I can translate these lessons into my own life and learn from my own actions. The book itself was influential with its characters and plot points, and these are the reasons why it was influential to me personally, and can impact me for years to come.

Finding Meaning: The Stranger & JR

When deciding which two books from this year to write about, it seemed fitting to pick two ‘paradoxical ones’.  While I enjoyed reading The Stranger, I will stand by the claim that it is a bad book; I have a deep seated dislike for Camus and Absurdism.  Conversely, JR was possibly the biggest struggle to get through out of any book I’ve ever read.  Despite that I adore it.

Since JR wasn’t a class book, I’ll give a quick synopsis: JR, a 6th grader from Long Island, is obsessed with money.  He buys penny stocks and garbage bonds in hopes of getting rich and through sheer luck succeeds.  He sets his music teacher, Bast, as the puppet CEO of his company so that the world doesn’t find out that the newest multimillionaire is a 12 year old.  The central conflict of the book is Bast’s struggle to compose a piece of music amidst the chaos of his new life as the CEO of a business he has no control over.

The Stranger and JR take similar paths to arrive at very different conclusions.  Both explore the struggle to find meaning within a society that molds us into preset norms.  The Stranger‘s solution is essentially to just ignore it; live life how you want to and find happiness in simply existing.  That never really sat right with me though.  It seems unrealistic; for every social norm you choose to ignore, there a countless others that you are unconsciously influenced by.  Enjoying life for what it is isn’t ridiculous, but claiming that the things we do and the societies we create are devoid of meaning overlooks a crucial part of human life.

Conversely, JR recognizes this difficulty and simply acknowledges it.  The society we live in affects our lives greatly in both positive and negative ways, but it is inseparable from the human experience.  Instead of disregarding society, JR suggests that we live within it and attempt to create something of meaning through the things we do and make.  Even just the struggle to make something meaningful is enough to validate our lives.  We can’t escape the pressures and absurdities of society, but we also can’t be crushed by them.

It is this connection between literary works that amazes me the most about literature.  Through books, we can find how other people answer the big questions of life and find guidance from that.  Everyone is searching for a way to find meaning in their lives.  Whether you follow The Stranger, JR, or something completely different, the fact that these books both attempt the same thing despite being completely unrelated proves the interconnectivity of the human experience.

How Literature Opened My Eyes To Others: Pride and Prejudice & The Stranger

Before reading Pride and Prejudice and The Stranger, my perception of others was really one-dimensional; I operated under the assumption that what you saw was what you got. If someone was quiet, they were just… quiet, and that was the end of it. This mindset meant I rarely went out of my way to connect with people (lol), especially if they didn’t immediately align with my expectations. As college approaches, I knew I needed to change this approach, but I wasn’t sure how. These two books, despite their huge differences, fundamentally altered my perspective, showing me that human interaction is far more complex than I ever realized.

Pride and Prejudice was the first to dismantle my simplistic views. I remember feeling intense frustration with Mr. Darcy’s initial arrogance, particularly his condescending behavior at the Meryton ball where he insulted Elizabeth. In real life, I would have immediately written him off as an insufferable, annoying jerk. However, as the book unfolded, I witnessed his transformation, spurred by his revealing letter and Elizabeth’s own evolving understanding. That moment when Elizebeth re-reads the letter and reevaluates her own judgements of both Darcy and Whickham was a stark revelation for me. It wasn’t just about the story; it was about my own tendency to make snap judgments and miss the deeper, complex motivations behind people’s actions.

When I reflected The Stranger, it was even more challenging, yet equally profound shift in my thinking. Meursault’s emotional detachments initially baffled me; I kept expecting him to display some human emotion or undergo a dramatic change of heart. He doesn’t. Yet, his indifference, rather than alienating me, forced me to question what “normal” emotions even are. I started to wonder how many times I might have dismissed someone as… odd when perhaps they were simply experiencing the world in a way I couldn’t grasp, or their struggles were internal and not outwardly expressed. The scene where Marie asks if he loves her, and he responds that it “doesn’t mean anything” was particularly impactful. It wasn’t necessarily that he felt nothing, but that his feelings didn’t conform to societal expectations. This realization will push me to approach new interactions in college with much greater openness. I understand now that being genuinely social isn’t about finding people who mirror me, but about engaging with the messy, multifaceted, and sometimes inexplicable inner lives of everyone I encounter.

Thank you so much for the wonderful year!

My AP English Lit Experience

Throughout the year, I have read some books that have disturbed me a little bit in the way the characters are written. One of these characters was Mersault from The Stranger by Albert Camus. At the start of the book, I thought he was a tiny bit boring, and I didn’t really see myself in his emotions and actions. But towards the end of the book, when he met the chaplain, I started to sense my own opinions on the world changing. I see myself looking at my actions like they don’t matter as much, not to the extent of the actions that Mersault did, but I still feel like I don’t have to worry about things. This can tie back to Mr. EVIL Heidkamp’s speech, where you can do whatever you want, and you are controlled by society’s actions. He went on about how you can go to school naked and do things that society wouldn’t respect because you can realistically do whatever you want. When I heard the speech, I thought he was crazy and spoke to friends about it, but when I finished The Stranger, I saw why he had that speech. Mersault really impacted me when he started to snap really impacted me. He didn’t give a care about what he said to the chaplain because he knew that at some point he was going to die.

The idea of fate has stuck with me throughout the class, and when we got to the romantic poetry unit, I saw a poem that felt like The Stranger. The poem was in Emily Dickinson’s poem Because I Could Not Stop for Death where it had a presence of death and fate. At the start of the poem, it talks about how death is a friendly person and waits for the author to get in the carriage. When I read it, it made me feel a little less scared of the idea of death, and it showed me that we all die at some point. It doesn’t matter if we wait till the day we turn old and die, or we don’t have a choice if we die or not, it always happens. This poem also made me think about my life so far and how I have to appreciate the things that I have done. I have so many experiences where they are revolved around me and are special to me and nobody else.

The sum of this all is that I think that reading has a special thing that can impact any of us. I am personally not a big reader, but sometimes these books hit me personally and can really change my perspective on the world and our actions.

A Land of Promise and Pressure

A land of promise is a land of pressure. A land of emptiness is a land of despair. Ours is a land of both.

Pa used to say granddaddy’s genes had no defects. Above the fireplace’s mantle, newspaper clippings that mentioned him as an agricultural authority, of political importance, and that recorded the high school football game box score from a memorable sectionals final are prominently displayed. More importantly, family lore dedicated a number of flattering anecdotes to him. Retold on the rare occasions when all the kin in the county gathered together under one roof for one meal, these, the lifeblood of ancestral relevance when no possession survives dust storms forever, preserved him as a man of significance, and as a man of respect, when so few of us could aspire to such things. Yet, the acres we till today had already begun to weather in Pawpaw’s time, the ‘78 Cruiser that rusts beneath the stunted willow tree broke down before its odometer ticked fifty miles and was never fixed, and those clippings above the hearth mention my lauded forefather only in passing – though that has been left unsaid for my lifetime. So, with Pawpaw, I knew better than Pa. 

But with my brother, reality needed no embellishment. Ask any neighbor, townsfolk, or grammar school affiliate, and my brother was a phenom. A budding star, he could have breezed right through graduate school, had Pa the means for it, or landed himself an athletic scholarship, had Ma the temperament to chauffeur him around to the various practices and workouts he’d have needed to attend. 

What he did have however, something that no external weaknesses could strip, was his vision. A sense of purpose that transcended all other feeling for him. It was that inner motor that everyone around him intuitively recognized, a near tangible drive that made him the most beloved man around.

My brother moved out and onwards in life far before I had the opportunity to latch onto his rocket. Born ten years and three months and five days after he first breathed in petroleum fumes from the tractor’s exhaust – as he was born in harvesting time, so Mama had no choice but to enter childbirth on the bed of a neighbor’s pickup truck while out on the field, having forgotten, in her haste, to shudder off the engine of the tractor she’d abandoned, and thereby condemning the wailing infant’s nostrils to be ever tinged by the dirtied exhales of machinery – I inherited a family who’d already been burnt once by a bundle of promise, and who were seasoned enough to make no mistake twice.

After he’d hightailed it away to a coast someplace, I’d gone and rummaged through the things left behind in his room. Lacking an abundance of earthly possessions to carry along with him, little remained. A ceramic plate lay atop his bureau, crumbs from one of Ma’s pastries dancing across it as the rattling air conditioner unit shook the room, a singular tee sat forgotten in a drawer left ajar, and myriad trinkets and baubles cluttered the windowsill beside the bed frame.

What drew my eye though, were two things. One, a copy of Camus’ The Stranger, cover wrinkled, binding plastered, pages torn, discarded face down beneath his bed. Despite all the evidence suggesting frantic repeated readings, only one thought had been inked by the reader in the book: “Wrong! Individuality, agency, and resolve must evoke change.” Rejection and defiance. Quite how strongly such a book, such an ideology as the one proposed therewithin, challenged my brother’s own values I cannot tell, I only know it must have. 

And two, a copy of Beloved, left open, intentionally I’d reckon, at the foot of his bed. Page after page filled with marginalia, post-it notes jotting out often and irregularly, and water marks all testified to the obviously immense time my brother spent with this book and the indelible impression this book had on my brother’s development. There, atop his childhood covers, a page of transcendent literature faced upwards, directed towards the heavens only to be interrupted by a peeling popcorn ceiling. A passage, meant for my eyes, that, though beautifully woven even to my dulled literary senses, must have evoked sentiment untold in my brother’s mind: resentment, guilt, and ultimately, acceptance of actions mandated by his higher purpose. In it, within, a story of captivity to the past. A legacy inescapable, a history undealt with, a family that erodes. A warning to me, from him. A brotherly plea to be better than that. To be stronger than that. To follow his lead.

Since his departure, I’ve gravitated towards our porch. The noblest part of our abode, my brother spent time here too, it was just about the only thing on our property he liked. The dry wind carrying soil particulate into the stubble beneath my chin and the cavities in my ears, it is impossible to imagine myself anywhere else, it is unimaginable to imagine the effort it would take to escape, and is unbearable to consider the pain I’d inflict upon my loved ones would I copy my brother. And so I begin to wither.

Lessons I Learned from “The Stranger” and “Pride and Prejudice”

When I first read The Stranger by Albert Camus, I hated Mersault. His indifference to major moments like his mom’s death, his lack of work ethic, and his choice to help people like Raymond made him a dislikeable character who was hard to relate to. However, as much as I critiqued Mersault for his actions, his philosophy stuck with me. Mersault lived how he chose to live and in the end he ends up happy. By making Mersault do universally hated things like murder and still end up happy at the end of the book, Camus argues that things people believe to be true like meaning to life and morality are only illusions. And the fact that me and most other people don’t like Mersault’s actions only supports this point. Because life has no objective purpose, the protests of characters in the book and our protests to Mersault are meaningless. Mersault still lived a life that fulfilled him and made him happy.

Reading The Stranger helped me live a more carefree and enjoyable life. Instead of focusing on the things that people say lead to a good life, I started thinking about what I want to do in my life. By thinking about life without focusing on what other people believe, I was able to learn things about myself and live a more free life. I realized that I would rather live a life that makes me happy instead of living in a way that people traditionally consider successful.

Similarly, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen helped to reinforce and build on ideas I learned in The Stranger. In Pride and Prejudice, most characters care about status and use marriage as a way to gain power. However, just like in The Stranger, Elizabeth goes against societal norms and marries based on who she actually likes. And just like Camus, Austen chooses to make Elizabeth happy at the end of the book to show that her way of living is a positive way to live.

Pride and Prejudice solidified the thoughts I had after reading The Stranger by showing me the harm that following norms can cause through characters like Lydia. I learned that in order to be happy I need to make decisions based on my own opinions and not the opinions of others. By following my own intuition, I might make decisions that I regret but it will lead to a life that I want to live based on my own ideas.

The Impact of a Good Book

Throughout this year, we have had the pleasure of reading some classics as well as some more modern pieces of literature. I am extremely grateful for this class re-opening the pleasure for me. But even among all of the amazing stories we absorbed this year, two stand out: The Stranger by Albert Camus and Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. These two books helped me understand how enthralling a simple story can be. Neither of these books contain complicated plots, but these stories have complex implications; they forced me to look at myself and gave me some valuable insight into what I value. These books helped me understand that I am pessimistic (to a fault at times), that self-awareness is key, and that problems naturally solve themselves when you do the right think.

The Stranger by Albert Camus helped me realize how unlikeable a pessimistic personality can be at times. The main character of this novel, Meursault, is extremely apathetic about almost everything. For example, when his lover Marie asks to marry him, he tells her that it doesn’t make a difference to him if they are married or not and that it’s her choice. By reading this, I was able to understand how annoying being “nonchalant” can be. I have carried the lesson about Meursault’s indifference regarding marriage to other situations in my life. Some things that I may deem as unimportant can be important to others and I need to recognize that and respect that, because if I don’t I may come off like a Meursault. Additionally, Meursault’s reaction to his imprisonment helped me realize the possible consequences of indifference. Because Meursault was indifferent about his mom’s funeral, he didn’t stand a chance at the trial and got the death penalty for killing one of the Arabs. While he is in prison, some of this indifference starts to fade and he starts to feel like a prisoner, finally acting like a normal person and showing some vulnerability. Meursault’s action eventually led to his execution and the miserable experience of being imprisoned. By reading and analyzing The Stranger, I was able to learn that indifference makes you look bad and can lead to unfortunate situations.

 

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen taught me the value of self-awareness and how problems will fix themselves if you put yourself in a good position. Throughout the novel, Elizabeth was extremely self-aware and Darcy eventually becomes self-aware too. Elizabeth knows who she would be happy with and what works for her in a relationship. For example, she rejects Mr. Collins because she lacks respect for him and finds him annoying. She later rejects Darcy because she finds him insufferable. While this seems like common sense to do, Elizabeth’s decisions are remarkable because if she did not marry, she would be in danger of having no one to care for her financially. But because true love is more important to her, she is willing to take that risk and eventually marries someone she truly loves, a reformed Darcy. At the beginning of the novel, Mr. Darcy was an extremely unlikeable man; he acted like he was better than everyone and was aloof in almost every engagement. This continued until Elizabeth made him aware of his unlikeable disposition. Darcy then changed himself and apologized to Elizabeth for his past actions. By becoming self-aware, Darcy was able to become a likeable man and even found a perfect wife for him in Elizabeth.

What I learned this year was that literature has the ability to teach powerful life lessons. Before this year, I just looked at literature as a form of entertainment; a way to live a life that wasn’t your own. But now that I have read a myriad of wonderful stories, I can dissect literature, take the lessons that the author wants us to learn, and apply them to my own life.

Poems of a Advanced Placement Course

Poems reflecting on this year’s better novels and a few others:

O’Heidkamp! My Heidkamp! (Idea Stolen from Reece Boatman—with his consent)


O’Heidkamp! My Heidkamp! Our class has sailed through,
The great books we read, the essays we grew!
The exam has passed, the credit may be won.
And now we stand, no more work to be done!

O’Heidkamp! My Heidkamp! rise from your chair,
The classroom stands, with hearts full of care!
The words eco the walls, the thoughts on the board,
Your wisdom, your guidance, we can’t all afford!

The bell rings, the journey's complete,
The lessons you gave were never discreet—
Your passion for literature, your depth of thought,
Shaped every mind that you so energetically sought.

O’Heidkamp! My Heidkamp!
Your guidance will always be remembered!
Through King Lear, Pride and Prejudice—
And the forever memorable, tenth of December.
Through Beloved, the Learn’d Astronomer,
And many other stories I choose not to remember!

But now the classroom is silent, too still,
We remember the words you imparted at will.
Your legacy here will always remain.
In every book, in every line, your name.

O’Heidkamp! My Heidkamp! So strong, so wise,
The final bell tolls, but in us, your spirit lies.
Though we move forward, we carry your light,
O’Heidkamp! My Heidkamp! We’ll keep up the fight!

Your voice, steady and firm, always sharp,
Led us through pages, through every arc.
A King Learing

I watch him now, a decrepit King,
His crown, once bright, a weight eclipsed.
The throne he built now crumbles fast,
A mind once sharp, now lost at last.

His love betrayed, his heart in grief,
No daughters left to grant relief.
He stumbles through turmoil, blind,
A king whose pride has left him behind.

And yet, I feel his madness too,
The twisted path, the mind askew.
What would I do, should I fall far—
To lose my way beneath the stars?

His pain, calls—too late to see,
The cost of pride, the price of greed.
In his madness, truth is clear:
A king will learn, but only,
Whilst the end is near.

A Reading of a Stranger

I walk through a world of passive delight,
Stumbling into a park where dandelions bloom,
And paths of tulips and roses unfold,
Despite no sense of wonder stirring within their petals.
A flower is plucked, then wilts in my hand—
No emotion stirs, no shift in the fan;
Without a wonder, life fades,
Forever in torment.

A stranger sits in a cell, speaking to a reverend,
Their posture betrays sorrow, yet the man in chains is calm,
As if resigned to his fate, as if he’s placed
A bet with no chance of loss— a sure wager,
His destiny was sealed.

I know this man is sentenced to death,
His future is certain, drawing near.
The reverend strains to speak, to reason,
To offer some comfort, but the man’s stillness remains,
Fixed, as if frozen in time.

I watch in quiet wonder,
A thought stirring within me:
How can a man face his end with such nonchalance?
How can a soul be destroyed and yet stand tall?
What is the purpose of living a life devoid of feeling?
Without belief, without motion, without change?

How many roads must a man walk
Before he’s called a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she rests upon the sand?
And how many times must cannonballs fly
Before they’re finally banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

A man stands at the edge of his tale,
Having walked a road all his own—
Not one of the doves or battles fought,
Yet he finds his peace.
While readers, lost in their drama and despair,
Cannot help but feel drained,
Burdened by their own petty troubles—
They will be undone by hollow surrender.

For a man soared without wings,
And lived forever, even after dying.


How Drive Your Plow and the Stranger Affected Me

Although all of the texts prompted me to question myself and think about things I wouldn’t have before. I found that I felt the most touched by Drive your plow over the bones of the dead and The Stranger. I thought that they had the most thought-provoking themes and both were filled with nuanced writing styles.

Starting with Drive your Plow, I found that although the story as a whole made me think about perspective, smaller parts of it made me think more broadly about life in general. I think some of Janina’s tangents were actually very interesting but they were hidden among some of her other, less informative rants. Specifically, I found the paragraph on page 64 to be especially enlightening. Reading this helped me to remember the beauty of connection between others. Things like this are so subtle, they’re easily buried by other parts of our mind like distraction, ego, etc. But it often only takes something small like a book, a song, a nice gesture, to uncover/remember this purity we have within us.

I felt deeply moved by all this human hustle and bustle…I stopped in the sloping market square, and gradually I felt flooded by a powerful sense of communion with the people passing by. Each man was my brother and each woman my sister. We were so very much alike. So fragile, impermanent, and easily destroyed. We trustingly went to and fro beneath the sky, which had nothing good in store for us.

Drive your Plow, Page 64

Reading Drive your Plow also made me a lot more conscious of the natural world around me. Reading the book and imagining what it looks like in my head helped me to stop subconsciously ignoring the sounds and smells and colors I see and start appreciating the beauty of it.

Additionally, the way Tokarczuk writes the book from Janina’s perspective, where all of her thoughts are included. Made me more mindful of my own thoughts and the patterns of my own thinking. Seeing the realistic way Janina thinks and the similarities between her strings of thoughts took me out of the drivers seat of my thoughts and into a more observational perspective, trying to find the similarities in my strings of thoughts.

Then in the Stranger, in the final pages when Mersault snapped at the Chaplain and he began talking about how he will die without a single regret. I realized how regretting a small decision or wishing this or that is so harmful. I think the state wore off, but after finishing the book I felt very accepting of every decision I made. I didn’t feel the need to question every single choice and unnecessarily analyze all of my thoughts.

Trust (Movie) Vs. The Stranger

In Trust (1990), written and directed by Hal Hartley, Maria slaps her father just before he collapses and dies. In a similar vein, Albert Camus’s The Stranger opens with the death of Meursault’s mother. Despite their vastly different circumstances, both characters share the bond of having lost a parent.

Meursault’s reaction to his mother’s death is notably detached; he fixates on practical matters like taking time off work and choosing appropriate attire for the funeral. His demeanor comes across as cold, as though he’s brushing off the tragedy.

After arguing with her father, Maria slaps him and leaves the room. He falls to the floor, and when his wife checks for a pulse, Maria returns only to discover he’s no longer breathing. In a fit of rage, her mother blames Maria and kicks her out. Rather than grieving, Maria heads to school to share the news of her pregnancy with her boyfriend. While this is a significant concern for her, it’s striking how she seems unfazed by her father’s death, barely acknowledging it until she eventually moves back in with her family.

I found it intriguing that both stories begin with such tragic events, involving characters with little in common. In Trust, Matthew clearly parallels Meursault, yet I couldn’t help but consider the similarities between Maria and Meursault. Their emotional responses to parental loss raise questions about their pasts and the reasons behind their behavior. The lack of context surrounding these tragedies, especially since they occur at the story’s outset, seems intentional. It adds depth to the characters and invites readers to infer how these experiences have shaped their lives and relationships.

The Stranger – To Whom

We all know ourselves. At least we think we do. The phrase I know you better then I know my own self, signifying kinship between two people. We think that we can control our destiny, make our own choices, influence our own stories. Unfourtunetely  we cannot do whatever we want, due to laws, regulations, and social norms

Meursault takes this predicament into his own hands. He does not obey laws nor conform to anyones expectations or wants from him. He views the world not as his oyster but something that cannot control him. He is passive. He never strives for any achivement or status reveled by society. When his boss asks him “open an office in Paris which would handle his business directly with the big companies.” Meursault refuses saying life does not change and he is contempt with what he has now.

He says ” I’m not unhappy” after declining the work offer, but never in the story does he say he is happy. Only at the end of the book does he finally come to the realization that blatantely disregarding everyone also included himself. Only then when he is alone with his thoughts and feelings does he say he feels happiness.

Is Meursault right?

After reading Meursault’s final speech in the Stranger I have been seriously pondering the meaning of life. From what I gathered it seems like Meursault has taken the stance that life is meaningless. There is no explanation or greater purpose as to why we exist and the only guarantee in life is death. Because of this, Meursault feels no need to commit himself to things like relationships, religion, or a career as it all leads to death. Instead, I have noticed that Meursault leans into following to his natural urges like eating, sleeping, and sexual desires.

When I first figured out his ideology, it made me extremely uncomfortable. I’m a Christian. I believe that life’s meaning can be found through deepening one’s relationship with God. For Meursault to totally reject that thinking and define it as fake deeply troubled me and made me reconsider my own view on life. It’s true, I can’t see or touch these transcendent things like God or love, or even success however I also think we can’t limit ourselves to things that are visible and tangible. Our feelings are extremely real and reflect things in life we may not be able to see.

I think that if Meursault was truly right about life being meaningless and arbitrary then we wouldn’t be such complex beings. Not only are we intricately designed and formed, our minds produce some of the most incredible and elaborate ideas that influence our world. Why would we have these abilities if not for some greater purpose or meaning?

 

 

Maria vs Marie

Maria from Trust and Marie from The Stranger both reflect important aspects of their love interest’s emotional journey, but they manifest themselves differently.

In The Stranger, Marie symbolizes the rest of society, having normal emotions and wanting to take her relationship with Meursault to the next level. However, Meursault remains emotionally indifferent, even when Marie expresses her love and desire for marriage. Marie is just a physical presence to Meursault, not an emotional partner. Because Meursault and Marie are not connected on a deeper level, they cannot help each other grow and improve, so Meursault stays emotionally detached.

Maria in Trust, on the other hand, plays an active role in transforming Matthew’s life as well as her own journey of self-discovery and growth. The deep connection she forms with Mathew causes her to become more self-aware and empowered. In return, Maria helps Mathew overcome his cynicism by offering him trust and love. Contrasting with The Stranger, Trust shows that relationships can lead to healing and personal growth.

Dead Parents in The Stranger vs Trust

In Trust (1990) written and directed by Hal Hartley, Maria slaps her father shortly before he collapses to the ground, dying. Similarly, in The Stranger by Albert Camus, Meursault’s mother dies in the beginning of the book. Although these are two very different characters in different situations in life, they bond over having lost a parent.

Meursault’s initial reaction to his mother’s loss is less concerned with her actual situation, and more detail oriented. He is focused on things like taking time off work for her funeral and what he will wear. Generally, his actions come off as cold, as if he shrugged the entire tragedy off his shoulder.

After an argument with her father, Maria slaps him, leaving the room. In the kitchen, he falls to the ground, where his wife checks his pulse. Maria comes back into the room, and upon realizing that he no longer was breathing, Maria’s mom screams at her, kicking her out. Rather than being concerned about her father, Maria heads to school to tell her boyfriend that she is pregnant. Although her pregnancy is a valid concern of hers, I would expect her to show at least some emotion or thought towards her family. She seems to move on unfazed from his death, not really mentioning it again until she moved back in with her family.

I thought it was interesting that both stories began with incredibly unfortunate situations to characters who did not have a ton in common. In Trust, Matthew is clearly representing Meursault, but I couldn’t help but ponder about the similarities between Maria and Meursault. Them both having this trauma response to their parent’s death made me question what had happened in their past, and why they acted this way. Not much context was given in the situations since both tragedies happened at the start, and I think that may have been intentional to add depth to the characters, and to let the reader possibly infer what had happened, and how it had altered the characters and their relationships.

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