Meursault is an odd person. The hero's passivity strikes you, but it is his brutal honesty, reminiscent of Dostoevsky's Prince Myshkin, which really stands out. He is the real authentic man, in the existential sense. Alas, he is persecuted for his candidness and approach to life. Camus wrote in "The Myth of Sisyphus" that when one is free of illusions and is faced with the nude absurdity of life one becomes a stranger. In this book, society cannot handle Meursault's authenticity, his strangeness. How dare this man not comply with social conventions? He must be a dangerous misanthrope, a psychopath. And like Christ, he is crucified by reactionaries. He is the absurd hero, that is simply being honest, and for that I have a real admiration for him. Just my take on it anyway . . .