At first, it started boring and a little monotonous, but as I continued, the story gradually became interesting. I was even curious about what was going to happen to the characters as the plot developed. But the ending was a little upsetting and I still couldn't believe that he was going to die (I still hoped that he would get at least a less severe punishment)

It greatly concerns me how many people I’ve witnessed say they relate heavily to Meursault when in actuality they are incredibly introspective, deep-feeling, anxious and empathetic souls. Meursault’s complete lack of remorse and detachment to grief, love, connection and empathy appeared to point to psychopathy more than anything else. 

I say this because the alienation was from a perpetual state of apathetic indifference to absolutely everything, not a temporary state of mind in which many of us have experienced. It’s not that he merely objects societal norms, he has no emotional access to any sort of morals or purpose. It’s a glass wall between his psyche and the world that cannot be shattered. 

Meursault is incapable at lying to anyone, including himself. Even when his life is on the line, everything is matter-of-fact and insignificant.

I thoroughly enjoyed the prose on the sensory overload. I was mystified as to how Marie remained attached and loyal to such an empty vessel of a man - there was no backstory on her but this was very apt since the narrator was Meursault himself and well… it doesn’t make any difference to him. 

Absolutely adored the final few pages. The interpretations could be debated to no end I’m sure, it’s simpler to pair up with Camus’ essays on absurdism. If you don’t enjoy thinking philosophically, the entire novella will likely bore you to death.