I know that everyone gets these blog posts via email, so you never actually see the web page on which my blog resides, but I just wanted to let ya’ll know that I switched up the theme of my page. A redesign, if you will. I was going for a more “professional” look what with the plain white background and the journalistic feel. The other theme I used, if you ever saw it, had a cream and crimson color theme going on, plus really tiny wording– all of which I thought detracted from the overall experience of reading the posts. HENCE, here we have a new blog design that should be easier on the eyes. No more squinting or unnecessary distractions. Just words.
Since yet again my life has failed to provide me with amusing anecdotes, I cannot exercise my inner raconteur at this time. But since I’m also having blog withdrawals, I must keep up with my writing duties or else I’ll feel like I’m being unproductive in my free time. So, bottom line here, read no further if you have no interest in hearing my opinion on a book I just read for my English class.
As of twenty minutes ago, I just finished reading The Stranger by Albert Camus, or more appropriately, L ‘etranger (it is originally a French novel). The main character goes by the name Meursault (super French name, no?), and although he is quite a fascinating character, I found him irritating and unlikeable. In writing this book, Camus strove to explore the concept of “absurdism,” which is essentially the belief that human beings exist in a purposeless, chaotic universe. Camus subtly mocks and condemns society for always trying to attach a reason to everything, for always trying to maintain some sort of rational order in the world. His underlying message is that life is meaningless, death is inevitable, and therefore nothing in the grand scheme of things really matters. Although Camus’ unorthodox theory about life slightly changed the way I see the world, I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the character of Meursault. Throughout the story he remained unfazed by just about everything that happened to him, including the death of his mother in the first chapter. His attitude was one of indifference and severe apathy, contributing to his detachment from society and his unwillingness to forge emotional relationships with other people. There was no way to assign explanations to his actions, most notably when he killed a man just because of the oppressive heat that day (but I’ll stop here because I don’t want to give too much away)… he was literally sleepwalking through life with a level of impassivity that I will probably never understand. Personally, I don’t think having a bunch of Meursault’s around would be all that salubrious to society; would you want to live in a world completely devoid of emotion? Camus’ absurdist views, while interesting to think about, are just what they denote– absurd.
*Title: “Everything Means Nothing to Me” by Elliott Smith (RIP)