The Stranger

I am finding it difficult to relate "The Stranger" to my big question. The main character Meursault is complex in his extreme simplicity; he is so indifferent to most of what life throws at him, that he appears almost immune to being a normal human. This made me wonder whether he chooses this indifference, or whether he cannot help but be indifferent. Based on the book as a whole, I concluded that in Meursault's case, reality is not something that is possible to determine, it just is. This may be because he spends so little time overthinking what is happening in his life... It seems like Meursault is the one exception to my big question.