
In The Stranger, Meursault shoots and kills a nameless “Arab.” Here, the Arab‘s brother describes his and his mother‘s poor attempt at an investigation, his learning about Meursault‘s book describing the murder, and his own life in the absence of his brother, the “Arab.” I love the concept. And truthfully, this book follows Camus‘s same devil-may-care depiction of the main character. But I didn‘t care for The Stranger, and I care for this book ⬇️



































