mersualt is an immoral, unfeeling character without emotions

It all depends on how you look at it; Mersualt is exactly what he is.... an unfeeling character without emotion.

The following excerpt is cited below; I love this look into Mersault;

Character Analysis

Who is this guy?

The protagonist-narrator of his absurdist adventures, Meursault is a detached and deathly honest man who refuses to lie about himself to save his life; a simple man, whose moods are painfully dictated by the powers of Nature; and an independent man, one who will not accept God, or any of society’s formulas for happiness.

Can we easily identify with Meursault? We’re not sure. Young and lacking ambition, he is employed by a shipping company in Algiers, but is not interested in exploring opportunities for growth. It could be that he is nonchalant and not particularly dutiful – he sends his mother to a convalescent home away in the country without the semblance of guilt. Perhaps he is lustful, yet emotionally detached – he is fine marrying or not marrying, and doesn’t see a difference between being in love and being in lust. But even if such a jaded, uninterested nihilist is hard to identify with, you’d better think again before you label him as a loser.

It also could be that Meursault is simply misunderstood. Far from insensitive, he is attentive to the smallest details. Far from nonchalant, he adamantly refuses to believe in life after death, to seek God out to escape execution, to mask his calmness about or acceptance of death.

But even if you think this latter interpretation is true, Meursault didn’t start out that way in the text. Which brings us to…

Meursault’s Evolution

At first, it’s actually pretty hard to see any change in Meursault. He starts off uninterested in life, and he ends up…uninterested in life. What gives? Actually, there are some difficult to distinguish, yet enormously important, changes underneath the surface.

We’re going to break down Meursault’s grand evolution into four pieces. Yes, this is simplistic and silly, but four is a nice number, so we went with it. First, check out the way Meursault makes decisions at the beginning of the book. Oh, wait, he doesn’t make decisions at all. If he’s happy, it’s because he is passively so. If he’s "annoyed," he is passively annoyed. Meursault can’t even commit actions on his own. Marriage, no marriage, who cares? As he has told us time and time again, it’s all the same, either way. After all, he doesn’t even shoot the Arab, right? According to his narration, "the trigger gave." Now, there is an interesting and incredibly important line, before the murder, when Meursault says, "It was then that I realized that you could either shoot or not shoot." He comprehends the existence of a choice – but only for a brief moment. After that, he’s back to Mr. Indecision.

For number two, notice how dispassionate Meursault is in anything – at least at first. He simply doesn’t care. "Annoyed" is the closest he ever gets to angry, a simple "happy" (which comes across as meaning "content") the nearest he comes to joy. This guy is one cold fish.

Number three is Meursault’s lack of introspection and self-knowledge at the beginning of the novel: he’s clueless. He doesn’t know himself. The caretaker asks why he doesn’t want to see his mother’s body, and his response is, "I don’t know." He’s not aware of his surroundings, sure, but more importantly, he’s not aware of his own motivations (and therefore seems to think there aren’t any).

Moving quickly along to number four in our breakdown, look at how Meursault views people at the beginning of his narration. He either wants nothing to do with them (remember how he tries to avoid conversation with the man on the bus?), or he falls casually into supposed "friendships" (like with Raymond). Either way, he’s more interested in the path of least resistance than any sort of connection. But more importantly is the way that Meursault can’t understand people. He observes them carefully, he says, "not one detail of their faces or clothes escape" him, but it is still "hard for [him] to believe they really exist." He does follow that strange woman from Celeste’s diner, but only because "[he doesn’t] have anything to do." He also "[forgets] about her a few minutes later."

So there’s your four: when things start out, Meursault is passive, dispassionate, ignorant of himself, and unable to connect with or even acknowledge other people. All of these change throughout the ordeal that Meursault suffers. What’s most interesting is that he is on trial – he is being questioned, forced to think, forced to consider himself, forced to analyze and conclude. Although his "revelation" comes at "dawn" while he’s alone in his cell, it is clear that the process was a gradual one and that, in order to get to this epiphany, he had to run the gauntlet, so to speak.

So what exactly is this "epiphany?" To begin, Meursault stops being passive; through his actions and words, he makes a choice to yell at the chaplain, then to sleep, then to wake, then to go forward into his death. His actions might not be revolutionary in themselves, but he is aware of them now, conscious, "ready to live it [his life] all again." When he wakes up, calmer, the next morning, we see that he has moved from a state of indifference to one of acceptance – a fine distinction, but an important one in The Stranger.

And when he wakes up, Meursault is passion personified. When he screams at the chaplain, he does so with both "cries of anger and cries of joy." This guy is awake and roaring – this is something the Meursault of Chapter One could never have done.

He is also certain of everything. In fact, he’s "sure about [himself], about everything, surer than [the chaplain] could ever be, sure of [his] life and sure of the death [he has] waiting for [him]."

Most interesting is the switch in the way that Meursault views people. No longer sentencing himself to social isolation, on the contrary he speaks of "a large crowd of spectators" attending his execution, a crowd that may "greet [him] with cries of hate," such that he feel "less alone." Where did that come from!? Just a page or two earlier, actually, during his ranting and raving at the chaplain. Meursault says that "we’re all elected by the same fate," that with this common fate (death), no one is privileged above any other person – therefore everyone is privileged. (It’s interesting that he could have gone in the other direction, and said that therefore no one was privileged, but maybe Camus was feeling optimistic.) If everyone is made common by death, then he can comprehend these other, living creatures as being just like him. This counters his earlier statement, when he said it was hard to believe that the residents of the nursing home existed. They must exist – because they are going to die.

Cheery! Now one last "but," if you’re in the mood for that sort of thing: look carefully at the language of this last sentence. Meursault says: "For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone; I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of my execution and that they greet me with cries of hate." For everything to be consummated. I only had to wish. (Those of you who can read French might want to check out the original text – look for conditional verbs.) He doesn’t actually say he wants to feel less alone. He hasn’t yet put into action his revelation. He hasn’t yet wished for the large crowd of spectators. He knows he could – he knows this is the next step, but he doesn’t do it yet. WHOA. Either we’re ending right before the big moment, or Meursault is leaving us in the dark as to whether or not he’s actually undergone this transformation. One nifty way to look at it is that the point of The Stranger isn’t Meursault suddenly wanting people around – it’s his newfound knowledge, his awareness, his consciousness. As long as he knows that he could wish for people (people that hate him at that, which is another can of worms altogether), that’s good enough. Stick a fork in this absurdist: he’s done.