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1942'de yayımlanan Yabancı romancı tiyatro yazarı ve düşünür olarak İkinci Dünya Savaşı'ndan sonra yalnız Fransa'da değil tüm dünyada kuşağının sözcüsü ve yol göstericisi yazar Albert Camus'nün ilk ve en çok ses getiren yapıtıdır Romanda bir Arap'ı öldüren ama bu suçtan çok gerçek duygularını dile getirdiği ve toplumun istediği kalıba girmeyi reddettiği için toplum dışına itilen bir yabancı aracılığıyla XX yüzyıl insanının içine düştüğü yabancılaşma anlatılır Bir türlü ele geçirilemeyen anlamın sürekli aranışını bilincin toplumdan ve dış dünyadan kopuşunu topluma yabancı duran kahramanın çevresiyle ve toplumla arasındaki çatışmayı anlatan roman büyüleyici gücünü arka plandaki derin ve suskun acıdan alır Camus genç kahramanı Meursault'nun dış dünya ile arasına koyduğu mesafeyi kendine ve topluma yabancılaşmasını annesinin ölümü dahil her şeye nesnel bir biçimde yaklaşmasını büyük bir ustalıkla dile getirir


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  1. says:

    I don’t know what to do with these stars any I give stars to books and then I think ‘god you give five stars to everything people will think you are terribly undiscriminating’ – so then I give four stars or even three stars to some books Then I look back and it turns out that that I’ve given four stars to Of Human Bondage and honestly how could I possibly have thought it was a good idea to give that book less than five stars? It is the absurdity of human conventions that has us doing such thingsNow that is what is called a segue from the Italian ‘seguire’ – to follow For the last thirty years I have studiously avoided reading this book I have done that because for the last thirty years I have known exactly what this book is about and there just didn’t seem any point in reading it In high school friends one of them even became my ex wife told me it was a great book about a man condemned to die because he was an outsider Later I was told that this book was a story about something much like the Azaria Chamberlain case A case where someone does not react in a way that is considered to be ‘socially appropriate’ and is therefore condemnedBut after 30 years of avoiding reading this book I have finally relented and read it At first I didn’t think I was going to enjoy it It didn’t really get off to the raciest of starts and the character's voice – it is told in first person – was a bit dull He is a man who lives entirely in the present how terribly Buddhist of him – although really there doesn’t seem to be all that much to himMy opinion of the book began to change at his mother’s funeral I particularly liked the man who kept falling behind in the march to the cemetery and would take short cuts Okay so it is black humour but Camus was or less French – so black humour is or less obligatoryI really hadn’t expected this book to be nearly so funny as it turned out I’d always been told it was a ponderous philosophical text – and so to be honest I was expecting to be bored out of my skull I wasn’t in the least bit boredA constant theme in my life at present is that I read ‘classics’ expecting them to be about something and they end up being about something completely different And given I’ve called this a ‘constant’ theme then you might think I would be less than surprised when a read a new ‘classic’ and it turns out to be completely different to my expectations I’m a little upset about this one than some of the others as I’ve been told about this one before repeatedly and by people I’d have taken as ‘reputable sources’ – although frankly how well one should trust one’s ex wife in such matters is mootI had gotten the distinct impression from all of my previous discussions about this book that the guy ends up dead In fact this is not the case – he ends up at the point in his life where he has no idea if he will be freed or not The Priest who comes to him at the end is actually uite certain that he will be freed Let’s face it he is only guilty of having murdered an Arab and as we have daily evidence Westerners can murder Arabs with complete impunity The main point of the book to me is when he realises he is no longer ‘free’ He needs this explained to him – because life up until then had been about ‘getting used to things’ and one can 'get used to just about anything' But the prison guard helpfully informs him that he is being ‘punished’ and the manifestation of that punishment is the removal of his ‘freedom’ Interestingly he didn’t notice the difference between his past ‘free’ life and his current ‘unfree’ one The most interesting part of the book to me was the very end the conversation with the priest The religious often make the mistake of thinking that Atheists are one thing – I’ve no idea how they ever came to make this mistake but make it they do Given that there are thousands upon thousands of different shades of Christians – from Jesuit Catholics to Anti Disney Episcopalians – it should be fairly obvious that something like Atheism without any ‘organised’ church or even system of beliefs could not be in anyway ‘homogeneous’I am definitely not the same kind of Atheist as Camus To Camus there is no truth the world is essentially absurd and all that exists is the relative truth an individual places on events and ideas This makes the conversation with the priest fascinatingly interesting To the priest the prisoner who is facing death is – by necessity – someone who is interested in God You can play around with ideas like the non existence of God when it doesn’t seem to matter life is long and blasphemy can seem fun – but surely when confronted with the stark truth of the human condition any man would turn away from their disbelief and see the shining lightNot this little black duck Now if I was in that cell I would have argued with the priest too – but I would not have argued in the same way that Meursault argues No I do not believe in God but I do believe in truth and so Camus’ arguments are barred to meMeursault essentially says “Look I’m bored I’m totally uninterested in the rubbish you are talking – now go away” Now this is a reasonable response What is very interesting is that the priest cannot accept this as an answer The world is not allowed to have such a person in it – if such a person really did exist then it would be a fundamental challenge to the core beliefs of the priest So he has to assume Meursault is either lying to him or is trying to taunt him But it is much worse – he is absolutely sincere he is not interested in this ‘truth’I don’t know that the world is completely meaningless it is conventional rather than meaningless That those conventions are arbitrary decided by the culture we grew up in doesn’t make them meaningless it makes them conventional I don’t think I would like to live in a world where people go up and kill Arabs pretty much at random and with impunity but then again we have already established this is precisely the world I do live in My point is that it would be better if we did adhere to some sort of moral principles and that these should be better principles than ‘he should be killed because he didn’t cry at his mum’s funeral’ Camus is seeking to say that all of our ‘moral principles’ in the end come to be as meaningless as that – we judge on the basis of what we see from the framework of our own limited experience And look yes there is much to this – but this ends up being too easyThe thing I like most about Existentialism though it isn’t really as evident in this book as it is in the actual philosophy – although this is something that Meursault is supposed to have grown to understand sorry just one sub clause even though this wasn’t something I noticed at all while reading the book was the notion of responsibility I didn’t think in the end Meursault was all that much ‘responsible’ for his actions than he had been at the start But I do think that ‘responsibility’ is a key concept in morality and one that seems increasingly to be ignoredBetter by far that we feel responsible for too much in our lives than too little – better by far that we take responsibility for the actions of our governments say than to call these governments ‘them’ I’m not advocating believing in The Secret but that if one must err better to err on the side of believing you have too much responsibility for how your life has turned out rather than too littleSo what can I say? I enjoyed this much than I expected – but I’m still glad I waited before reading it I really don’t think I would have gotten nearly as much out of it at 15 as I did now


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    Albert Camus’ 1942 classic Here are the opening lines “Mother died today Or maybe yesterday; I can’t be sure The telegram from the Home says YOUR MOTHER PASSED AWAY FUNERAL TOMORROW DEEP SYMPATHY” A telegram not a personal phone call or someone on staff from the old people’s home actually making the hour trip in person to inform her only son but a terse three line businesslike telegram – cold insensitive almost callous; a telling sign of the mechanized timesThen first person narrator Monsieur Meursault has to deal with his manager so he can attend his mother’s funeral “I have fixed up with my employer for two days’ leave; obviously under the circumstances he couldn’t refuse Still I had an idea he looked annoyed and I said without thinking ”Sorry sir but it’s not my fault you know”” Ha Camus’ subtle irony a statement on how death is an irritating inconvenience in the urbanized modern world of shipping offices where time is money and the highest value is utility and efficiencyThen when Meursault sits beside the Home’s keeper in the room with his mother’s coffin we read “The glare of the white walls was making my eyes smart and I asked him if he couldn’t turn off one of the lamps “Nothing doing” he said “They’d arranged the lights like that; either one had them all on or none at all” Most revealing This is the only time at the Home Meursault actually asks for something And true to form as archetypal keeper the answer is standard binary that is all or nothing black or white on or off; certainly not even considering engaging in a creative solution on behalf of Meursault who after all is the son Reading this section about the Home’s officious keeper and his world of expected behaviors and standardized routinized procedures reminds me of the doorkeeper in Kafka’s tale Before the LawThe next day the day of the funeral procession Meursault observes “The sky was already a blaze of light and the air stoking up rapidly I felt the first waves of heat lapping my back and my dark suit made things worse I couldn’t imagine why we waited so long before getting under way” This is one of a number of his remarks on his sensations and feelings and for good reason – Meursault’s way of being in the world is primarily on the level of sensation and feelingBack in the city and after taking a swim with Marie a girlfriend he ran into at the local swimming pool there’s a clip of dialogue where Meursault relates “While we were drying ourselves on the edge of the swimming pool she said “I’m browner than you” I asked her if she’d come to the movies with me that evening She laughed again and said “Yes” if I’d take her to the comedy everybody was talking about the one with Fernandel in it” Meursault does acuiesce to her reuest Big mistake Turns out according to society’s unwritten rules taking Marie to Fernandel’s farcical comedy on the very next evening after his mother’s funeral was a colossal no no completely unacceptable behaviorWe as given laser sharp glimpses of various facets of our enigmatic first person narrator as he moves through his everyday routine in the following days and evenings routine that is until the unforgettable scene with the Arab on the beach one of the most famous scenes in all of modern literature Here are Camus’ words via Stuart Gilbert’s marvelous translationThe Arab didn’t move After all there was still some distance between us Perhaps because of the shadow on his face he seemed to be grinning at meI waited The heat was beginning to scorch my cheeks; beads of sweat were gathered in my eyebrows It was just the same sort of heat as my mother’s funeral and I had the same disagreeable sensations – especially in my forehead where all the veins seemed to be bursting through the skin I couldn’t stand it an longer and took another step forward I knew it was a fool thing to do; I wouldn’t get out of the sun by moving on a yard or so But I took that step just one step forward And then the Arab drew his knife and held it up toward me athwart the sunlightA shaft of light shot upward from the steel and I felt as if a long thin blade transfixed my forehead At the same moment all the sweat that had accumulated in my eyebrows splashed down on my eyelids covering them with a warm film of of moisture Beneath a veil of brine and tears my eyes were blinded; I was conscious only of the cymbals of the sun clashing on my skull and less distinctly of the keen blade of light flashing up from the knife scarring my eyelashes and gouging into my eyeballsThen everything began to reel before my eyes a fiery gust came from the sea while the sky cracked in two from end to end and a great sheet of flame poured down through the rift Every nerve in my body was a steel spring and my grip closed on the revolver The trigger gave and the smooth underbelly of the butt jogged my palmThis novel poses such provocative uestions I wouldn’t want to spoil any of those uestions with answers semi original or otherwise Rather my suggestion is to read and reread this slim novel as carefully and attentively as possibleOne last reflection one of my favorite scenes is where Meursault enters the courtroom and makes the following observation “Just then I noticed that almost all the people in the courtroom were greeting each other exchanging remarks and forming groups – behaving in fact as in a club where the company of others of one’s own tastes and standing makes one feel at ease That no doubt explained the odd impression I had of being de trop here a sort of gate crasher” Such a comment on the dynamics of the modern world a man is about to go on trial with his life in the balance and he is the one who feels out of placeHow many times in life have you felt out of place entering a room? Have you ever considered yourself a stranger to those around you? Perhaps our modern world can be seen as The Stranger thus making each and every one of us strangers Love or hate it Camus’ short novel speaks to our conditionOne final reflection I would not be surprised if Albert Camus read this prose poem by Charles Baudelaire THE STRANGERTell me enigmatic man whom do you love best? Your father your mother your sister or your brother?I have neither father nor mother nor sister nor brotherYour friends then?You use a word that until now has had no meaning for meYour country?I am ignorant of the latitude in which it is situatedThen Beauty?Her I would love willingly goddess and immortalGold?I hate it as you hate your GodWhat then extraordinary stranger do you love?I love the clouds—the clouds that pass—yonder—the marvelous clouds


  3. says:

    The book is simply written and a rather uick read but the depth Camus manages to convey through this simplicity is astounding I think a problem a lot of people have with this book is that they fail to look beyond the whole what is the meaning of life message While an interesting uestion the book raises so many other philosophical uestions beyond this What I found the most interesting of these is what truly defines humanity or makes someone human? During Meursault's trial he is constantly accused of not showing remorse and therefore as being cold and inhuman He is most definitely human though just rather detached This raises the uestion of whether one should be expected to exhibit certain characteristics in certain situations to keep their humanity Also it raises the uestion of whether much of our emotion is created by ourselves or the expectations of others to exhibit certain emotions in a given sitatuion The book is also an indictment on people's efforts to dictate other people's lives We are constantly told what is right and as a means to justify our own sense of what it means to be human We often impose these characteristics upon others expecting them to fulfill similar traits and characteristics as they have been already imposed on us It is in a way a self justification of our actions as right or humanly Constantly Meursault is being told he must live andor act a certain way whether it be by the judge his lawyer or the priest Once he doesn't conform to these measures he is marginalized and called inhuman; this is an attempt on the part of the others to rationalize their own ways of life and understandings If they manage to declare him inhuman it allows them to call themselves human and justify their own means of livingIn the end this book is one that raises many uestions than it answers but in true philosophical fashion they are really uestions without answers


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    A short review because there are so many other good reviews of this classic When I first read this eons ago I assumed “the stranger” was the Arab man that the main character kills on the beach It’s set in Algeria Not so Meursault the main character is a man without feelings and one incapable of feeling remorse Those deficiencies show at his mother’s death when he does not cry and does not even seem terribly upset They show again when he agrees to write a letter for a friend so that the friend can invite his ex girlfriend back so he can beat her up Mostly they are revealed when he shoots a stranger an Arab – after an altercation on the beach Five shots first one a pause and then four The “four ” is what eventually gets him convicted He lives in a poor violent neighborhood where when one man’s wife dies he starts beating his dog instead of his wife “As for the dog he’s sort of taken on his master’s stooped look muzzle down neck straining They look as if they belong to the same species and yet they hate each other”Meursault has a girlfriend that he likes but mostly he doesn’t care about her one way or the other These two passages say it all “A minute later she asked me if I loved her I told her it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so She looked sad” And “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” His boss at a shipping company asks him if he want to be transferred to a job in Paris “Then he asked me if I wasn’t interested in a change of life I said that people never change their lives that in any case one life was as good as another” At his trial for the murder he feels that the prosecutor and his lawyer are arguing in a way that has nothing to do with him He has a surge of feeling that he is dying to say something but then thinks “But on second thought I didn’t have anything to say” When he’s convicted and sentenced to death he also acts as if it’s no big deal “But everybody knows life isn’t worth livingSince we’re all going to die it’s obvious that when and how don’t matter”The book is a classic early modern work of anomie alienation and a general indifference to life It’s also perhaps a spin off from Crime and Punishment Today a novel like this would take us back to Meursault’s childhood to show us why he turned out like this Camus doesn’t do that so we can only speculate – or perhaps attribute it to genetics As a classic in English translation a lot has been made of its opening and closing sentences In the edition I read the first sentence is translated as “Maman died today” Should it be “Today mother died?” On the last page is a sentence “I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world” Should it be instead “I laid my heart open to the gentle indifference of the universe?” I’m reminded of the review I did of Mogens by Jens Peter Jacobsen where the foreword tells us that the author felt it would be a different story if it began “It was summer” rather than “Summer it was” Still a great classic Beni Said Beach from skyscrapercitycomPhoto of the author from port magazinecom


  5. says:

    y'know it's uite impressive that Camus managed to write a whole novel from the perspective of that guy who you always avoid at house parties


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    If You ExistThe Stranger dramatises the issues at the heart of existentialismThe same issues are probably at the heart of life whether or not you believe in a godBeing JudgedIt's interesting that there has been a crime and now Meursault is being judgedThe judgement is symbolic not only of the justice system but of God's judgement of humanityDefending YourselfYou would normally expect the defendant to assert their innocence or plead not guilty in the criminal justice system cue Law and Order theme songBoth options reuire the defendant to take a positive step only they differ in degreeTo assert your innocence is to positively state that I didn't do itA plea of not guilty would place an onus on the prosecutor to prove the defendant's guilt although there are significant differences between the French system of justice and that of the UKUSACanadaAustraliaetcTo plead not guilty can mean a number of thingsIt could mean that I did actually do it but you the prosecutor have to prove to the Judge or Court that I did itIt could mean that I did actually do it but I have a defence or justification that means it is not a punishable crime eg self defence or provocationAsking ForgivenessThis process is partly analogous to the situation when a Christian dies and meets their GodIf they have sinned you would expect them to ask forgivenessHaving been forgiven they would expect to go to HeavenNot Defending YourselfOne of the dilemmas of The Stranger is that morally and legally there might be issues that Meursault could put to the Judge that would excuse his action and allow the Judge to find him not guiltyHe could then go freeHe could have argued that his action was self defence or the result of provocationHe could have got off if he had taken a positive step on his own behalf However he fails to take the stepIf he was a Christian ie if he believed in God he might have wanted to prolong his life on EarthHis life would have had some meaning and he would have wanted of itSimilarly if he was a Christian he would have been motivated to seek eternal life in HeavenSo he would have taken the positive stepWhat's the Point?Instead against all expectation he doesn't defend himself We are left to wonder whyWe have to assume that Meursault effectively asked the uestions of himself What is the point? Why should I bother?And we have to assume that he answered the uestions There is no pointAchieving Your Own MortalityThere was no point in prolonging his life and not believing in Heaven there was no point in seeking eternal lifeHe had lived a life however long or short however good or bad however satisfying or unsatisfying and it didn't really matter that his life might come to an endThe point is that sooner or later all life must come to an endBy failing to take a positive step on his own behalf he effectively collaborated in and achieved his own mortality He existed while he was alive he would have ceased to exist when he was executedIf he wasn't executed he would have died sooner or laterUltimately he enjoyed his life while he had it he didn't care enough to prolong it and he accepted the inevitability of his own deathIs Despair the Explanation?This doesn't necessarily mean that he embraced despair as a way of life or deathIn a way he accepted responsibility for his own actions during life and he accepted responsibility for the inevitability of his own death as wellUltimately this is why The Stranger and Existentialism are so confronting to Christianity and Western Civilisation It makes us ask the uestion what is the point? and it permits an answer that there is no pointResponsibilityThis doesn't mean that life is meaningless and everybody else should live their lives in despair uite the oppositeWe should inject our own meaning into our own lives We are responsible for our own fulfilmentLife is short and we should just get on with it Or as a friend of mine says everybody is responsible for their own orgasmSuch is life


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    579 L'etramger‬‬ The Outsider The Stranger Albert CamusThe Stranger is a 1942 novel by French author Albert Camus Its theme and outlook are often cited as examples of Camus' philosophy of the absurd and existentialism Part 1 Meursault learns of the death of his mother who has been living in a retirement home At her funeral he expresses none of the expected emotions of grief When asked if he wishes to view the body he declines and instead smokes and drinks coffee in front of the coffin Rather than expressing his feelings he comments to the reader only about the aged attendees at the funeral It takes place on an unbearably hot day Part 2 Meursault is now incarcerated and explains his arrest time in prison and forthcoming trial His general detachment makes living in prison tolerable especially after he gets used to the idea of being restricted and unable to have sex with Marie He passes the time sleeping or mentally listing the objects he owned in his apartment At the trial the prosecuting attorney portrays Meursault's uietness and passivity as demonstrating guilt and a lack of remorse The prosecutor tells the jury about Meursault's inability or unwillingness to cry at his mother's funeral and the murder He pushes Meursault to tell the truth but the man resists Later on his own Meursault tells the reader that he simply was never able to feel any remorse or personal emotions for any of his actions in life The dramatic prosecutor denounces Meursault claiming that he must be a soul less monster incapable of remorse and thus deserves to die for his crime عنوان بیگانه؛ نویسنده آلبر کامو؛ انتشاراتیها فرخی، نیلوفر، نگاه، معرفت، گلشائی، کتابسرا، نشر مجید، نشر مرکز، ماهی، هرمس، کوله پشتی، دنیای نو، جامی ادبیات فرانسه؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش ماه ژانویه سال 1977میلادیمترجم علی شیبانی ؛ تهران، موسسه انتشاراتی فرخی، 1344، در 147ص،؛مترجم علی اصغر خبره زاده؛ تهران، نگاه، 1345، در 141ص،؛مترجم جلال آل احمد؛ تهران، کانون معرفت، 1345، در 148ص،؛مترجم هدایت الله میرزمانی؛ تهران، گلشائی، 1362، در 132ص،؛مترجم امیرجلال الدین اعلم؛ تهران، کتابسرا، 1366، در 155ص،؛مترجم پرویز شهدی؛ تهران، مجید، 1382، در 142ص، شابک 9789644531101؛مترجم لیلی گلستان؛ تهران، نشرمرکز، 1386، در 171ص، شابک 9789643059149؛مترجم خشایار دیهیمی؛ تهران، ماهی، 1388، در 128ص، شابک 9789649971599؛مترجم محمذرضا پارسایار؛ تهران، هرمس، 1388، 112ص، شابک 9789643635633؛مترجم محمد حاج کریمی؛ تهران، کوله پشتی، 1390، 88ص، شابک 9786005816617؛مترجم شادی ابطحی؛ تهران، دنیای نو، 1392، در 134ص، شابک 9789641720690؛مترجم امیر لاهوتی؛ تهران، جامی، 1393، در 176ص، شابک 9786001760990؛کامو در مقدمه‌ ای بر این رمان می‌نویسند دیرگاهی است که من رمان «بیگانه» را، در یک جمله، که گمان نمی‌کنم زیاد خلاف عرف باشد، خلاصه کرده‌ ام «در جامعهٔ ما هر کس که در تدفین مادر نگرید، خطر اعدام تهدیدش می‌کند؛ منظور این است، که تنها بگویم قهرمان داستان از آنرو محکوم به اعدام شد، که در بازی معهود مشارکت نداشت؛ در این معنی از جامعه ی خود بیگانه است، و از متن برکنار؛ در پیرامون زندگی شخصی، تنها و در جستجوی لذت‌های تن سرگردان؛ از این رو خوانشگران او را خودباخته‌ ای دستخوش امواج یافته‌ اند»؛چکیده داستان یک مرد درونگرا به نام «مرسو» است، که مرتکب قتلی می‌شود، و در سلول زندان، در انتظار اعدام خویش است؛ داستان در دهه ی سی سده بیستم میلادی، در «الجزایر» رخ می‌دهد؛ داستان به دو قسمت تقسیم می‌شود؛در قسمت اول «مرسو»، در مراسم تدفین مادرش شرکت می‌کند، و در عین حال هیچ تأثر، و احساس ویژه ای از خود نشان نمی‌دهد؛ داستان با ترسیم روزهای پس از آنروز، از دید شخصیت اصلی داستان ادامه می‌یابد؛ «مرسو» به عنوان انسانی بدون هیچ اراده، برای پیشرفت در زندگی، ترسیم می‌شود؛ او هیچ رابطه ی احساسی، بین خود و افراد دیگر برقرار نمی‌کند، و در بی تفاوتی خود و پیامدهای حاصل از آن، زندگی اش را سپری می‌کند؛ او از اینکه روزهایش را بدون تغییر در عادت‌های خود می‌گذراند، خشنود است؛ همسایه ی «مرسو» که «ریمون سنته» نام دارد، و متهم به فراهم آوردن شغل، برای روسپیان است، با او رفیق می‌شود؛ «مرسو» به «سنته» یاری می‌کند، تا یکی از معشوقه های او را، که «سنته» ادعا می‌کند دوست دختر پیشین او بوده است، به سمت خود بکشد؛ «سنته» به آن زن فشار می‌آورد، و او را تحقیر می‌کند؛ مدتی بعد «مرسو» و «سنته» کنار ساحل، به برادر آن زن مرد عرب، و دوستانش برمیخورند؛ اوضاع از کنترل خارج می‌شود، و کار به کتک کاری می‌کشد؛ پس از آن «مرسو» بار دیگر، «مرد عرب» را در ساحل می‌بیند، و اینبار کس دیگری جز آن‌ها در اطراف نیست؛ بدون دلیل مشخص «مرسو» به سمت مرد عرب تیراندازی می‌کند، که در فاصله ی امنی از او، از سایه ی صخره‌ ای از گرمای سوزنده لذت می‌برد؛در قسمت دوم محاکمه ی «مرسو» آغاز می‌شود؛ در اینجا شخصیت اول داستان، برای نخستین بار، با تأثیری که بی اعتنایی، و بی تفاوتی برخوردش بر دیگران می‌گذارد، روبرو می‌شود؛ اتهام راستین بیخدا بودنش را، بدون کلامی می‌پذیرد؛ او رفتار «اندولانت اصطلاح روانشناسی برای کسی که در مواقع قرار گرفتن در وضعیت‌های ویژه از خود احساس متناسب نشان نمی‌دهد و بی اعتناء باقی می‌ماند از درد تأثیر نمی‌پذیرد؛ یا آن را حس نمی‌کند» خود را به عنوان قانون منطقی زندگی اش تفسیر می‌کند؛ به اعدام محکوم می‌شود؛ «آلبر کامو» در این رمان، آغازی برای فلسفهٔ پوچی خود، که بعدها به چاپ می‌رسد، فراهم می‌آورد؛تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 27051399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا شربیانی


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    English The Stranger Italiano The Stranger was suggested to me by the protagonist of another book The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky Actually many books are cited in The Perks of being a Wallflower but The Stranger is the book that intrigued the protagonist and meMeursault is a modest employee of French extraction who lives in Algiers He lives his daily routine with indifference unable to openly manifest even the simplest emotions And it is with apathy that he learns the news of the death of his mother who lived her last years in a hospiceMother died today Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sureAnd it is again with apathy that one day going to the beach with friends Meursault kills an Arab Emotionless he undergoes the arrest and the conseuent process calmly accepting the inevitability of his destiny Not a hero or an antihero Meursault is the stranger par excellence alien to all the emotional manifestations that are common to humans similar to an Asimovian android than to a manA small book that is consumed in one day but it eats away at you for weeksVote 8 Lo Straniero mi è stato suggerito dal protagonista di un altro libro Noi siamo infinito di Stephen Chbosky In realtà se ne citano tanti di libri in Noi siamo Infinito ma Lo Straniero è uello che più ha incuriosito il protagonista ed il sottoscrittoMeursault è un modesto impiegato di origine francesi che vive ad Algeri Vive la routine uotidiana con indifferenza incapace di manifestare apertamente perfino le emozioni più semplici Ed è con apatia che apprende la notizia della morte della madre da tempo relegata in un ospizioOggi è morta mamma O forse ieri non soEd è sempre con apatia che un giorno recatosi in spiaggia con amici Meursault uccide un arabo Impassibile subisce l'arresto ed il conseguente processo accettando con calma l'ineluttabilità del suo destino Né eroe né antieroe Meursault è lo straniero per antonomasia estraneo a tutte le manifestazioni emotive comuni agli esseri umani simile più a un androide asimoviano che ad un uomoUn piccolo libro che si consuma in un giorno ma che continua a roderti dentro per settimaneVoto 8


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    If every few words of praise I’ve seen for “The Stranger” over my lifetime materialized into small chunks of rock in space there’d be enough sht to conjure up the Oort Cloud Much like this distant collection of debris bordering the outer solar system I can’t really comprehend the acclaim heaped on this story but luckily like the Cloud it’s usually out of sight out of mind and has absolutely no discernable current influence on my life And just like the Oort can occasionally spit a chunk of sht at the earth and devastate all life upon it so too can I hearread some lip service paid to “The Stranger” resulting in my transition to Freak Out Mode resulting in me slapping someone in the face usually someone I have to deal with again at some point in time if only in court Personally I don’t see what the big deal is Armed with a 100 word vocabulary a meager 123 pages to bore one with and a character who simply doesn’t seem to give much of a damn Camus somehow shook the world of literature with this inane garbage I haven’t sat down to conduct a thorough analysis but using some reasonable guesstimation I will say that the average sentence in this book is about eight words long I’m not asking that every sentence in a book run the length of a page but the end result when employed by Camus was that either a twelve year old or some sort of retarded robot wrote this Cue robot voice It struck me as strange The sentences were so short It was very peculiar This could be read very fast I began to read this on the train on my in to work I finished it on my way back home Who the hell writes like that? More importantly who the hell reads a book like that and suspects therein lay some complexity? Each time I noticed how condensed everything was it occurred to me that somehow the literati had spent all this time adoring the published euivalent of a commercial Here’s a snapshot of the dude we’re supposed to give a hoot about He doesn’t readily assimilate to or accept the conventional s everyone else seems accustomed to He’s not overly concerned but he seemingly knows there’s some kind of disconnect He’s also not out to go f#ck with the system for lack of anything better to do or in some attempt to make a statement He’s pretty emotionless he shows some genuine concern for himself at times but even those close to him really aren’t too significant in his grand picture His testicles are extremely small and sterile and he fondles them often Not long after the death of his mother Our Hero is chilling on the beach when some Arabs come around looking to start sht with an acuaintance of his and after a small skirmish earlier in the day Our Man goes back down to the beach and shoots an Arab He gets arrested and pretty much just goes with the flow he rolls over and let’s the prosecution have their way with his scrawny white ass The whole time he pretty much just thinks it’s all pretty ridiculous and isn’t too concerned with the proceedings I wasn’t too concerned about the book More than anything I was just bored with it There was no build up there was no action there was no climax There was nothing funny nothing exciting nothing interesting and nothing to really take away from the book; just the same words repeating over and over grouped in strings of seven or eight The longest sentence in the book was also the only thing which I found even remotely amusing “Finally I realized that some of the old people were sucking at the insides of their cheeks and making these weird smacking noises” That isn’t particularly funny but compared to the rest of the book it was comedic gold “The Stranger” is some seriously weak shit I’ve gotten enjoyment from looking a map of Kentucky


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