Wednesday, July 7, 2010

The Stranger

I don't read as much as I'd like to anymore. But once in a while a book finds me that moves me and makes me think. That is what I look for most in books now. A new idea, something that makes you question or wonder. Gone are the days when I would read books voraciously, drink up every word and page and idea and boast it as my own. I just don't have the patience for it anymore.

So when a close friend recommended The Stranger, by Albert Camus, I agreed to read it based only on its small size. It is considered to be one of the key texts depicting the 20th century philosophy. In a time and age when we're obsessed with behavior patterns and freud and understanding the human psyche, the book challenges your thoughts and beliefs and makes you question. It tackles existentialism and more closely the malaise in the 20th century.

The book is a narrative as described by the main character, a French man by the name Mersault, giving an insight into his mind. It starts when Mersault receives the news of his mother's death. His reaction to this news is contrary to "normal" as he doesn't show remorse and has a lack of empathy to the situation. Through the rest of the events that follow he shows similar detachment and is unaware of the absurdity of it all. Sometimes you feel as if he is sleep walking through his life because of his lack of reaction to it. But there are instances when he is impulsive, passionate and those are what make the stranger an enigma. His actions do not show any social or conventional restrictions. I am tempted to use the term immoral, but there is no evidence of that.

As a reader I understand the justification of his final incarceration, the society's lack of acceptance of him. He is stranger than the average person, does not follow the same patterns..but as the reader, you are him and you feel what he feels and see what he sees. It is the beauty of Camus's writing that makes the book so personal. It also gives an up close and personal look at the post world war malaise in Europe. The book is a must read for anyone who dabbles in philosophy and existentialism.

Dissecting the character, during the first half I was convinced that he was a nihilist devoid of any existential cares. But his violent and passionate reaction to his incarceration in the second half makes me think otherwise. He is just a stranger to the norms of the society and that is his biggest downfall. Towards the end he battles with the absurdity of the human condition; his personal anguish at the meaninglessness of his existence without respite. Meursault ultimately grasps the universe's indifference towards humankind (while coming to terms with his execution):
As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself—so like a brother, really—I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again. For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate.
As I finish the book and this review, I try to grasp the meaning of Mersault's existence. The absurdity does not escape me and I still try to make sense of it. I don't think Mersault can exist today. Only because I know that he was intelligent and that survival instinct is greater than indifference or nihilism. If he does, then he is as much a stranger now as he was then. And while I empathize with him, I still don't understand, why did he shoot the dead Arab 4 more times...

Thursday, December 31, 2009

2009

All things come to an end. This is the thought I am left with as 2009 comes to its final day. It has been a good year, it has been a bad year, but it has definitely been one to remember. I am surprised that my urge to document this year somehow. And its not just 2009, its the end of another decade.

I still remember when we went out on NYE Y2K. It was such a thrill. It was the first time we were going out to our own party. And the things that ensued that night could fill a book. But I can't but help reflect on that night today as I realize it was 10 years ago but still feels like it was yesterday. How quickly it has passed and so much has happened in the time between then and now that it almost feels like a blur. Graduated, started working, got married, moved away from home, grew up. What has stayed constant is that the people who mattered then, matter today. I am utterly grateful for that. That I have my relationships, my friendships, they complete me, make life worth living for. It is so easy to forget that, to lose sight of the bigger picture when you get wrapped up in the tedious minutiae of everyday life.

After having spent most of the year wrapped up in my little life problems it was a harsh wake up call when there was a most terrible tragedy in our family. It was horrible and I am still unable to completely comprehend the way it will affect our lives. But what I do understand is that life's too short to waste away in a blur.

I am thankful for what we have and look forward to the new year and the new decade where hopefully I will live each moment more than I did before. I'm glad I did this...I feel lighter already and ready to see what the new year holds.

Happy New Year!
Cheers!
Puja.