Don’t get me started on the cultural norms that this passage pushes.
I could be wrong, but I believe that this is the first instance of his use of the word ‘stranger,’ in the novel.
Is Camus winding us up in this infinite web of personal perspectives and possibilities as his ultimate defense against nihilism?
Which is to say everything else is subjectively justifiable, everyone else is written and registered empathetic. Yet one leak, a man with coffee, could break everything.
This may be the biting point, this is when we realize that there is a great unknown. And it is handed down hard to an ignorant and ambiguous jury.
Perhaps he sells everything to the wind in this passage alone.
And we all learn the fragility of life.
Is it an exercise in the perspective of hating when the ignorant hold power?
Which is redundant in the possibility that one man who served coffee and was completely blind to the crime in question went on to topple this house of cards for a man that seems to snap in direct sunlight.
Are the jury the strangers? They must carry this burden, without our notes.
We root for the villain, we excuse his sociopathic tendencies because they are laced in his victimized and excused sentences.
Besides, we have all known bad days caused by too much sun.
Or maybe, maybe that is just me, me, and Camus, and Monsieur Mersault.
If I ever have the money for grand scale literary jokes I will produce and sell a sunscreen and call it ‘The Stranger.’
Camus makes me feel less alone, I wonder if we would get along, had we been around at the same time.
Also the title is a Dashboard Confessional lyric, and it was used in reference to a great piece of literature. I should be shot for that alone, but I don't have much value at this point anyway.