What a weird book. A little offensive at times. I'm not sure I understand it to the extent it was meant to be understood. Meursault is faced with the absurdity of life and, unlike all the other, who take life way too seriously, he is able to face it and understand it. Others try to condem him for his understanding, trying to force him into philosophical suicide via religion. Of course his ways are unconventional and i think you can embrace the absurd without being so detached and loveless, but that was how we was specifically. Life, to him, wasn't a grand occurrence. To him, all distinctions, morality, lines and knowledge smudged and simmered into one pot and it all made no difference. And in the end, as he stated multiple times, nothing matters.