Life as an existentialist can
be full of gaps. In Meursault’s case, this is one of the things that are very
present during the novel. You see, as an existentialist, he just lets things in
life pass him by and just doesn’t take any feeling, moment, or situation in,
precisely because like he says, there is no reason for him to do so, making his
life, after analyzing it really deeply, so much more meaningful than what it
looks like from a simple overview of the story.
One of the main,
and most important examples of these gaps or things unsaid, is the way Meursault
talks about his mother. The beginning of the book is about her, and her death, which
makes the readers see right away how much he ignores her. And we also see that as
things start happening to him, his Maman seems to appear everywhere he goes. And
even though he says in many occasions that he doesn’t really care, and that he
sees her death as a natural and pointless thing to mourn for, he gives us
readers certain clues that suggest otherwise. I say
this taking reference on page 65, where Meursault is being asked by his lawyer
whether he felt any sort of sadness during the day of Maman’s funeral. “The question
caught me by surprise and it seemed to me that I would have been very
embarrassed if I’d had to ask it. 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.”
For a person that just reads this quote, it’s very
probable that the person will think of Meursault as insensitive cold hearted or
greedy. But when I looked over the quote and truly analyzed what it might have
meant, I understood a little more of this man’s way of being, I know that there
is definitely a story behind that part of the novel. I saw there must be some gap
that actually has a meaning to him, and that for some reason he is not
revealing it, not even to the readers. So this is where someone like me, that
actually believes that everything has a meaning, and that there are no
coincidences, comes in and makes up a big melodramatic story of Meursault and
his mom, loving each other without a care in the world, but after years of hard
work she is getting old and his job’s salary is not enough to keep her satisfied,
so they slowly start losing topics to talk about, and after a while, all they
talk about are complaints about one another, they split apart. And as an act
for care and compassion he puts her in a home, because what he earns is not
enough to give her what she deserves. To support this absolutely fairytale-like
story, I have this part of the quote as support. ‘…it was hard for me to tell
him what he wanted to know…” the thing is, he doesn’t say why. He just sates
the fact that it is hard for him to share that part of his past, and I can see
as a reader that it brings him pain to think about it.
And that is the amazing thing about the novel. Camus
leaves things unsaid, little mysteries so that the reader is forced to think
more about these little stories, create things inside their heads, and that way
making the process of reading the novel so much more meaningful for the reader.
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