Thursday, August 30, 2012

Room for Imagination


               In order to be able to read this book and have a better understanding of it, one must start to understand how Mersault thinks. For him, there is no future, there is no past. He lives his life day to day, living a life completely void of memories or dreams. For him, everything simply is what it is. He doesn't need any reason to motivate his actions, and he prefers to just go with whatever is happening because in his eyes, tomorrow, none of the things you did today will matter.

                 When I got to the part where he killed the Arab, at first I didn't understand what had happened. why had he decided to pull the trigger? Did some past experience set off his impulse and encouraged his finger to squeeze? After some consideration, I realized that this was not the case. Mersault had no underlying reasons as to why he did it. He pulled the trigger because he had no reason not to. However, after coming to this realization I realized that there is actually very little the reader knows about Mersault, or any of the characters for that matter. All Camus gives us are small scenes of their lives at random intervals, what we make of them is entirely up to us.


"Nevertheless I answered that I had pretty much lost the habit of analyzing myself and that it was hard for me to tell him what he wanted to know. I probably did love Maman, but that didn't mean anything." (pg. 65)

                In this passage Mersault says he "lost the habit" of considering his actions, which implies that he did so at one point. What is Mersault's history? What events in his life led him to this existentialist lifestyle? I questioned similar things in my last entry but as the book progresses, we don't seem to be getting any closer to finding these answers. In the same way as Mersault lives, Camus tells us only what he wants us to know, leaving much room for imagination. We as readers are forced to infer what was really going on in his life, and what will happen to him because although he doesn't care what tomorrow may bring, we do. 

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