I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world

I was very young when I first read The Stranger. It was my first attempt on Albert Camus and I did know nothing about existentialism. I, nevertheless, become captivated by Camus, perhaps because of the strangeness of Meursault, the hero in the novel, his inability to express emotions, his extreme individualism, and his refusal to conform to social norms, characteristics that harmonised nicely with my adolescent sensitivities, alienation and quests for identity.

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