With a title of The Stranger, Albert Camus’ novel poses a challenge: to decipher who the Stranger is. Meursault marks the novel with his existentialist attitudes and interactions with other characters. Through the novel, it becomes obvious that Meursault is the stranger, but so is everyone else. In The Stranger by Albert Camus, the author makes it obvious how detached Meursault is from the world and establishes that he and his companions are all strange to each other through passive descriptions, reactions, and comments on sincere events regarding his mother, girlfriend, and self.In the first scene of the novel, Meursault travels to the funeral of a mother he hardly knows, and seemingly does not care for. The train ride to the care home is a nuisance for him, and a bore. One of the closest relationships in life is that between a mother and child, but Meursault hardly knows anything about his mother since he put her in the home in Algiers. He shows his detachment as the funeral director explained “‘One last thing: it seems your mother often expressed to her friends her desire for a religious burial…’ While not an atheist, Maman had never in her life given a thought to religion” (Camus 6). Religion is generally a very important topic in life, and not one kept private from a son or daughter. The notice that not even Meursault was aware of his mother’s attachment to religion, even if it came late in life, proves that he has no significant relationship with her. He put her in a home yet evidently had no concern for her at all. Shortly after this occurrence, Meursault learns of his mother’s companion while in the home. As the entire party struggles through the heat to make it to the church to bury Maman, the old companion struggles through the heat without complaining, though arrives exhausted. Meursault makes little notice except for “the church and the villagers on the sidewalks, the red geraniums on the graves in the cemetery, Perez fainting (he crumpled like a rag doll)… and my joy when the bus entered the nest of light that was Algiers and I knew I was going to go to bed and sleep for twelve hours” (Camus 18). Not only does a son not know of the beliefs that his mother held in her last hours and the close friend that took his place, but he is also unable to empathize. No pity shown or sadness felt for the mother and loving figure he has lost. No ‘Thanks’ uttered for keeping the role of loving companion that the old man filled for him. The strongest emotion that Meursault is able to conjure comes for his bed and the relief of the day, not from the emotional stress, but the physical. The emptiness and lack of response shown by Meursault to his mother proves exactly how he is one part of the Stranger complex, and his mother serves the same role to him.The next relationship in Meursault’s life that an outsider might consider substantial was that between him and his girlfriend, Marie. Meursault and Marie reconnect while swimming at a beach, but the closest thing between them is often their bodies. This is enough for Marie, but when she proclaims love, Meursault responds with “I explained to her that it didn’t really matter and that if she wanted to, we could get married” (Camus 41). A perfect example of Meursault’s existentialist attitudes, Marie’s marriage proposal does not seem favorable or unfavorable, because he will not allow it to interfere with his daily routine, and it will add no enrichment to his life, anyway. Meursault is a stranger in this sense to Marie because the most intimate thing he knows about the woman he is considering marrying, is the look and feel of her body, and the way she looks when she walks out the door when he dismisses her. Yet, even this minor attachment to Meursault is not lasting. Much later in the novel, through extraneous circumstances, Meursault lands in prison for many months deprived of all the minor joys in his life, which included the touch of a woman. A reasonable human with emotions or any sort of attachment to another human being would seemingly reminisce over memories if everything else was deprived of them, but Meursault thinks of nothing specific. In the moments when the fate of his life is being decided, Meursault found ways to entertain himself, “for example, I was tormented by my desire for a woman… I never thought specifically of Marie” (Camus 77). Every human in his life is a blur, he makes no attachments nor preferences nor memories. Everything else is taken away from Meursault in prison, but he has no memories of another life touching his to rejoice or regret. He is truly alone in the world, and proves another aspect of Camus’ title true.At the most base of all human relationships is the one each man holds with himself. It is one of the most complex and ever changing relationships, and the only one that man must rely on and live with for an entire life. Meursault absolutely refuses to acknowledge himself, his feelings, or his fears. After spending months in prison alone and isolated by the stranger named Marie, Meursault realizes “at the same time, and for the first time in months, I distinctly heard the sound of my own voice” (Camus 81). Despite having all the time in the world to consider the past, present, and future, or even the meaningless of it all, Meursault loses the only voice he has left. He experiences a moment of grand realization as he can identify himself as the stranger locked in a cell with his body. Further detachment occurs between body, mind, and soul at the very end of the novel, as Meursault marches straight towards his fate. Meursault through the book tends to be an isolated and independent character, but in his last moments of life he doesn’t rely on his own thoughts or routine. He displays a total loss of self as he hopes “that they greet me with cries of hate” (Camus 123). It does not matter to Meursault that he is about to be beheaded in the name of France, that very soon he will not have the breath to think such thoughts. The only desire, and true representation of being a stranger to oneself, is the longing for a feeling of hate from the crowd. When all identity is lost to him, he only hopes that other people might see a character in him that inspires some sort of emotion, hate being the strongest one. Perhaps the presence of a trifecta conflict between blood, body, and self leading to an utter loss of identity is exactly what the true existentialist in Meursault and Camus would have wanted. Meursault becomes a stranger to his mother through abandonment, a stranger to Marie through disinterest, and a stranger to himself through disengagement.