The ending was left me staring at my wall for thirty minutes. In a good way.

.75 is because the last two chapters were really well written. Otherwise, it was about a sociopath. Not very enjoyable. 

A reread of this story, 7 years after I first read it. Still as impactful and thought provoking as the first read. Love how brisk the sentence structure is, while still being dense with visual and sensual imagery. This read brought to light how apathy and colonialism is inherently violent. 

If it weren't so short, I would have DNF'd after the first 30 pages. Didn't become remotely interesting until halfway through. I know it's a classic, but it's not for me. 

It’s a classic absurdist and nihilist text, and it does not impress me the in the way that Waiting for Godot did in high school. Obviously the plot of L’étranger is more plausible. While the focus is on the protagonist’s morally devoid character, the happenings of the novel occur purely as a result of circumstances. The lack of character development may be explained by the perspective of Meursault who exhibits sociopathic behaviours. His thinking processes consider people as facts, they are relevant to him when they are in his vicinity, when they are absent they almost vanish from his conscience. Marie is beautiful, people conduct their business on the street, and the sun is oppressively hot. He lives hedonistically but accepts all which comes his way. 

What interested me was the flaws of human justice processes that were raised, whereby the prosecutor drew a string of coincidental events into a flawless tapestry condemning Meursault to the guillotine. The idea that the defence lawyer and the prosecutor were into his soul rather than coming to a verdict purely on the basis of facts casts light on the complexities of human instinct and feeling that are often in direct opposition to logic and plain facts.
The murder scene was also interesting as the sensory overload Meursault experiences was reason enough to murder a stranger who he was not in direct conflict with, in fact the murdered man defended his sister from Raymond’s abuse.  None of these details mattered in Meursault’s mind. 

Overall, this English translation is sharp, effective and a solid introductory text into absurdist and nihilist philosophy. For this reason I imagine it is a required reading for Year 11 and 12 Extension English. As a French speaker, I wish to read the original French version because I believe it will be more enjoyable to me. I prefer the poetics of the French language and the feeling of proximity to the author through their native language.

Incredibly thought provoking. I have never read anything like this. A gateway into absurdism.