Just read The Stranger by Albert Camus. What is the meaning behind it? And how has that affected your perspective on life and how you live it?

By nebulaField

I really enjoyed reading *The Stranger*—to the point that I found myself oddly drawn to Meursault, even with all the mixed feelings people have about him. But I can’t shake the feeling that I’m missing whatever the book is really saying underneath it. The way I’ve been reading it, it feels like Camus is pretty against nihilism, like showing what a life looks like when there’s basically nothing meaningful or productive in it, and Meursault’s whole situation kind of fits that. So what does *The Stranger* mean to you, and has it changed how you think about your own life or how you choose to live it?