Looking at the facts of Meursault’s character thus far, questions arise as to the motive of the shooting. Was it his inability to grieve for his mother, which was then projected into anger?
Was it the fact that he didn’t care about anything at all – or did he simply want to prove that he didn’t care?
As a result of that moment, perhaps he convinced himself nothing mattered.
Perhaps that is why he puts forth the idea that, “People never change their lives.
In the beginning of the story, he is detached and disinterested; will he develop into a character with feeling and passion?
” The story continues from beginning to end without this anticipated character development taking place.
Meursault conveys, “I knew that I had shattered the harmony of the day, the exceptional silence of a beach where I been happy.
And it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness” (51).
In any case, one life is as good as the other” (41) Perhaps it is why, when his girlfriend asks if she wants him to marry her, he said that “It didn’t make any difference and we could if she wanted to” (41) It is almost as though he has forced himself to close off his mind and heart, his soul even, from anything that might seek to touch it, warm it, or bring it to life.
The act of murder, and the whole blazing afternoon, is a masterful rendering written in a manner true to this narrative character.