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| The Outsider (Penguin Modern Classics) | 
enlarge | Author: Albert Camus Publisher: Penguin Classics Category: Book
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Avg. Customer Rating: 56 reviews Sales Rank: 4174
Media: Paperback Edition: New edition Pages: 128 Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.2 Dimensions (in): 7.6 x 5 x 0.4
ISBN: 0141182504 Dewey Decimal Number: 813 EAN: 9780141182506 ASIN: 0141182504
Publication Date: February 24, 2000 Availability: Usually dispatched within 1-2 business days
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What is the truth? What is reality? May 17, 2003 2 out of 2 found this review helpful
Amazing novel by Albert Camus which explores Meursault's struggles against society’s attempts to analyse his behaviour. On being tried for murder, he is also being tried for not conforming to society’s norms or standards. Fascinating reading, with an interesting take on truth and reality. If you enjoy reading this, try The Immoralist by Andre Gide.
Magnificent December 5, 2002 2 out of 3 found this review helpful
Camus creates a magnificent image of a man who few people understand and instantly we fall in love with him. Camus writes not in a cold way but a distantly loving way. He leaves us with so much room for interpretation in this book but so little need for it. Camus elegantly draws us into the story that one has little time to wonder about the significance of the starnge woman in the cafe. The highlight of the book comes, for me as he describes what he did as a condemned man. mersault guides us around his memories as Camus embeds this masterpiece into ours.
Tedious, Uninspired and Hardly Thought-Provoking August 2, 2002 18 out of 40 found this review helpful
The general response to L'Etranger, it would seem, is one of initial confusion concerning the unexpressive, laconic style, followed by a submission to the book's 'greatness' due to its exploration of the existential condition. Tempting as it is when we read any book already granted classic status to shake off our reservations and revert to sycophancy, I would urge an objective appraisal of this book on its own merits - which, to my mind, do not stand up to its reputation. L'Etranger the novel only encapsulates the wearisome indifference of its central character - by producing paper-thin characters about whom the reader cares nothing, a near total lack of environmental description which removes the tale from any geographical or cultural context, and sequences of monotonous prose written in unimaginative language. The book also seems to lack a clear message: if we are supposed to see Mersault as more alive than the other petit-bourgeois because of his naive nonconformity, then why make him an office worker with an archetypal humdrum existence, and why make him so insufferably uninteresting? When he discovers the Truth, so to speak, of the 'benign indifference of the universe', one is almost tempted to scoff at the meaninglessness of such a discovery. Even those parts of the novel where Mersault begins to uncharacteristically express his emotion, namely in his recurrent fear of the final dawn, and his impassioned outburst at the priest, struck me as rather watered-down versions of passages from Hugo's Le Dernier Jour d'un Condamne and Sade's Dialogue entre un Pretre et un Moribond respectively. I would suggest that L'Etranger is widely studied because it raises (albeit crudely) interesting perspectives on the relation of the individual to society. There are few books where we experience the world through the eyes of a near-completely objective narrator, and in this respect Camus' novel can alert us to the conventions we are instinctively attuned to, and react against when ignored: such as not showing grief at a relative's funeral, even if they meant little to us, or showing indifference to a marriage proposal. Yet while the outsider is an interesting model in principle, his dispassionate attitude to the events in his life robs the narrative of all pace; ultimately one feels at the end of the novel that if being an individual entails such a lack of zest for life, it might be preferable to be a suppressed cog in the wheel.
Life as the Other July 6, 2002 4 out of 12 found this review helpful
This is a moving account of one mans quest for an ultimate truth, not one borne of religious ideology, philosophy or rational reasoning, but one found through passionate contact with everything one comes into contact with. Life lived completely.
Can you handle the truth? April 29, 2002 5 out of 6 found this review helpful
This is a short and poignant look at someone very much like many of us, who is struggling to come to terms with his own identity - and attempting to escape the clutches of the 'machine'.The machine is the conformity and 'normality' which surrounds us, how we should behave within our society. The Outsider - Meursault, rejects this idea. Why should he show false emotions which he does not feel, simply because he is expected to? At first this is shown when he does not cry or want to look at his Mother after her death. Because he does not feel sadness he is ultimatly condemned by people who believe he should have. At first Meursault may seem like a very cold and calculating character on the surface, but underneath this image you begin to see that Camus has created a man not devoid of emotions, but actually someone who has accepted the harsh reality of the 'human struggle'. Through his actions he comes to terms with what the majority of people will not accept. I can understand why someone reading this would think otherwise and say how can anyone suggest a cold-blooded killer has possibly reached this 'higher' state of mind? I would say they are missing the point the author is trying to make, although it is a credit to Camus that you will struggle with this idea and at times throughout the novel change your opinion of the central character. This is a great book for any existential thinkers, it touches upon many social and religious issues without being too heavy and also examines human and 'divine' justice. It will ultimatly leave you pondering for many days about your own existance, almost in a disturbing way. I think Camus intended this, but I think he also hoped it would leave the reader with a sense of clarification over certain issues.
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