He seems unphased by this, and begins an affair with a former coworker the day after his mother’s funeral. Meursault, the protagonist, discovers that his mother died in a home for the elderly. The plot is simple to the point of allegory. But I can say unreservedly that The Stranger changed my life. Even the first sentence – “Mother died today” – is infamously callous. It’s hard to describe experiencing such an emotional reaction to The Stranger, because the book is starkly unemotional throughout. I read it at least once a year, and even though it’s short and sparse, I get something new out of it every time. The Stranger, by Albert Camus, is by far my favorite book. First Friday Salon Talks at the Rose O’Neill House.Symposium with The Missouri Humanities Council: Humanities and the Future.Symposium with The Missouri Humanities Council: Humanities and Democracy.Reading Discussion Series: Winter Break Read.Symposium with the Missouri Humanities Council: Humanities & Water.The Humanities and Ethics Center at Drury University.
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