The Stranger by Albert Camus and Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk have changed how I approach others. The voluntary step back from life and other people that both the main characters of these books have taken, and the dire consequences of that retreat, have reminded me of the importance of talking to people.
Both Janina and the narrator of The Stranger are pretty socially isolated, mostly because of their choices. Janina deliberately lives in a very rural area and the unnamed narrator of The Stranger spends his free time sitting by himself and people-watching- both only really interacting with others when someone else approaches them or they must. Of course, they each have a few friends who have somehow wormed themselves into their lives- friends that, for both of them, attempt (successfully and not) to save them from the kind of person they’ve become.
Through her self-imposed isolation, Janina fixates on her personal sense of morality and her astrology hobby. This later leads her to view most other people as inherently evil, especially for hunting animals, and she later kills some people for it. On the other hand, the narrator in The Stranger focuses entirely on himself and his physical sensations in his isolation. This also leads him to devalue other people’s lives, and he ends up discharging a gun at an Arab man on a beach because he is feeling hot and threatened.
The isolation-to-murder pipeline is not one I want to go down on and the depiction of that progression in both these respected, and Heidkamp-approved, books is part of what has pushed me to be more social.