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  1. Jahn Sood Jahn Sood says:

    I put a longer review of this book a journal entry that I wrote while I was reading it in my writing since it was too long for this page6907Nausea is not a good thing to have as the only thing that belongs to you and even worse as the only thing that you belong to It is sickening and dark and so terribly everyday that it gets inside you if you let it Sartre writes beautifully and describes the physical world in such incredible detail that if you are a reader and even if you are a writer you want to keep going and never put it down but if you are not emotionally stable enough to handle the fact that you might have done nothing but existing don't read this book If you are jaded by love don't read this book If you almost lost your self in desire don't read this book Probably nobody should read this book Then again if you are like me and obsessed with words and the art that comes from darkness and the study of lonliness then this is a work of genius Its beautifully written terrifying and intense So go ahead but at your own risk and when you freak the hell out don't tell anyone that it was me who recommended that you mess with Sartre

  2. Florencia Florencia says:

    Rouentin Meursault; Meursault Rouentin Now go outside grab a cup of coffee and have fun I'll be here sitting on the floor surrounded by cupcakes ice cream and some twisted books like an existentialist Bridget Jones just contemplating my own ridiculous existence thanks to you guys and your crude and insightful comments about life and its inevitable absurdity It is a tough read Especially if you feel like a giant failure that never lived but existed to live one of the rarest thing in the world according to another great writer I don't know about the life situation and mental health condition of you people out there so I will certainly avoid the pressure of recommending this book At the same time I wish everyone could enjoy Sartre's beautiful writing Yes that is beautiful And not too difficult to understandA couple of samplesSomething has happened to me I can't doubt it any It came as an illness does not like an ordinary certainty not like anything evident It came cunningly little by little; I felt a little strange a little put out that's all Once established it never moved it stayed uiet and I was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me that it was a false alarm And now it's blossomingWhen you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends So simple and true If I could keep myself from thinking I try and succeed my head seems to fill with smoke and then it starts again Smoke not to think don't want to think I think I don't want to think I mustn't think that I don't want to think Because that's still a thought Will there never be an end to it? My thought is me that's why I can't stop I exist because I think and I can't stop myself from thinking At this very moment it's frightful if I exist it is because I am horrified at existing They did not want to exist only they could not help themselves Every existing thing is born without reason prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance You know it's uite a job starting to love somebody You have to have energy generosity blindness There is even a moment in the very beginning when you have to jump across a precipice if you think about it you don't do it I know I'll never jump again NEVERHis words are lethal And real And that's a dangerous mix He shares some thoughts that a lot of people can relate to and in most cases those people won't know what to do with all that I know I don't Besides feeling sick what can you do? Write a book? Eat ice cream? Go skydiving? Plan a round the world trip? uit your job and live in the country eating raspberries? Oh to face the absurdity of the world and to feel free because of that To stop this never ending search for meaning To live To live? A rare thing indeed Oh dear I sound like a self help authorThis was the first time I read Sartre I've read the brilliant the one and only the master at describing the human condition Dostoevsky; Camus whose works I really like too; Kierkegaard the pioneer So Sartre was a must read Those authors speak right to my soul wherever that is they get me well not Kierkegaard; at least not that much It's complicated We're cool though It's a comforting feeling being understood by some dead writers you'll never meet obviouslyYeahOkay So I loved this book It's a new favorite of mine And I need some Seinfeld reruns nowNote to self if you're ever going to re read this don't do it while listening to Enya Craig Armstrong or Joy Division It wasn't a nice feeling Feb 03 14 Also on my blog

  3. Ahmad Sharabiani Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    602 La Nausée Nausea Jean Paul SartreNausea is a philosophical novel by the existentialist philosopher Jean Paul Sartre published in 1938 It is Sartre's first novel and in his opinion one of his best works Antoine Rouentin protagonist of the novel is a former adventurer who has been living in Bouville for three years Antoine does not keep in touch with family and has no friends He is a loner at heart and often likes to listen to other people's conversationsو and examine their actions He settles in the fictional French seaport town of Bouville to finish his research on the life of an 18th century political figure But during the winter of 1932 a sweetish sickness as he calls nausea increasingly impinges on almost everything he does or enjoys his research project the company of an autodidact who is reading all the booksو in the local library alphabetically a physical relationship with a café owner named Françoise his memories of Anny an English girl he once loved even his own hands and the beauty of nature Even though he at times admits to trying to find some sort of solace in the presence of others he also exhibits signs of boredomو and lack of interest when interacting with people His relationship with Françoise is mostly hygienic in nature for the two hardly exchange words and when invited by the Self Taught Man to accompany him for lunch he agrees only to write in his diary later that I had as much desire to eat with him as I had to hang myselfHe can afford not to work but spends a lot of his time writing a book about a French politician of the eighteenth century Antoine does not think highly of himself The faces of others have some sense some direction Not mine I cannot even decide whether it is handsome or ugly I think it is ugly because I have been told so When he starts suffering from the Nausea he feels the need to talk to Anny but when he finally does it makes no difference to his condition He eventually starts to think he does not even exist My existence was beginning to cause me some concern Was I a mere figment of the imagination? عنوانها «تهوع»؛ «استفراغ»؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ امیرکبیر، نیلوفر، قائم مقام، فرخی ادبیات فرانسه؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش سال 1987میلادیعنوان تهوع؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ مترجم امیرجلال الدین اعلم؛ تهران، امیرکبیر، 1355، ذر 271ص؛ چاپ دیگر، تهران، نیلوفر، 1365، در 310ص، چاپ سوم، 1371؛ چهارم 1376؛ چاپ پانزدهم، 1396؛ شانزدهم 1397؛ موضوع ادبیات فرانسه سده 20معنوان تهوع؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ مترجم حسین سلیمانی نژاد؛ نشر چشمه، 1396، در 251 ص؛ شابک 9786002298881؛عنوان استفراغ؛ مترجم علی صدوقی؛ نشر فرخی؛ سال 1353، در 211ص؛ عنوان تهوع؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ مترجم کیومرث پارسای؛ تهران، نشر علم، 1399؛ در 322ص؛ شابک 9786222461898؛عنوان تهوع؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ مترجممحمود بهفروزی؛ تهران، جامی، 1398؛ در 268ص؛ شابک 9786001761966؛عنوان تهوع؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ مترجم عزیز قنبری؛ گرگان، هفت سنگ؛ در 288ص؛ شابک 9786009485260؛عنوان تهوع؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ مترجم مهرآفرید بیگدلی خمسه؛ تهران، نگارستان کتاب، 1388، در 358ص؛ شابک 9786005541373؛ عنوان تهوع؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ مترجم محمدرضا پاسایار؛ تهران، پارسه، 1390؛ در 312ص؛ شابک 9786005733846؛عنوان تهوع؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ مترجمسمیرا بیات؛ در 231ص؛ شابک 9786226199438؛عنوان تهوع؛ نویسنده ژان پل سارتر؛ مترجمبهمن خسروی؛ تهران، نسل نواندیش؛ 1388، در 372ص؛ شابک 9789644128721؛عنوان استفراغ؛ مترجم احمد بهروز؛ تهران، بنگاه مطبوعات قائم مقام، سال 1345، در 260ص؛ تهوع استفراغ راجع به مردی سی ساله، به نام «آنتوان روکانتن»، مورخ افسرده، و گوشه‌ گیری ست، که به این باور می‌رسد، که اشیاء بی‌جان، و موقعیت‌های مختلف، بر تعریف او از خود، و آزادی عقلانی و روحی اش لطمه می‌زنند، و این ناتوانی، او را دچار «تهوع» می‌کندتاریخ بهنگام رسانی 11061399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا شربیانی

  4. Vit Babenco Vit Babenco says:

    The protagonist is a captive of loneliness and timeThis sun and blue sky were only a snare This is the hundredth time I've let myself be caught My memories are like coins in the devil's purse when you open it you find only dead leavesFor him there are no expectations and no changes in life The world passes him byI can no longer distinguish present from future and yet it lasts it happens little by littleSo the protagonist becomes nauseated with reality and his purposeless existence turns into a mental torment I was just thinking that here we sit all of us eating and drinking to preserve our precious existence and really there is nothing nothing absolutely no reason for existingIt comes as no surprise however Even God couldn’t find out a reason for his existence “And God said unto Moses I am that I am” Exodus 314There is a paradox though Why bother? If existence is meaningless then any philosophy is useless

  5. Fergus Fergus says:

    SARTRE HAD IT RIGHT; BUT HE TOOK IT THE WRONG WAYIn this book Sartre saw correctly that our world is Crazy Sick But by sidestepping the problem through Reason he made it worse for himself And in the end he died of itThat’s his problem If we don’t admit we’re all infected with this Crazy Sickness we won’t seek or find REAL HELP We’ll be in Terminal Denial We all need HelpThe other day I decided to skim this novel again after so many years had passed since I read it and was thunderstruck Why? Because it describes exactly the same experience I had 50 years ago It’s an experience which has continued uninterrupted since that time see my Kindle notesWhen I read this book in the 1980´s I must have ignored its meaning It was Crazy Sickness It’s everywhere It’s the Barthian experience of the Alterity of God Sartre ever the pessimistic atheist thought it was the perception of the nothingness of middle class values And that’s too badTS Eliot says some people have the experience and miss the meaning Many are called but few are chosen So most folks perhaps prize this epiphany in their memory for the rest of their lives but are not fundamentally changed by it Fred Buechner though said we have to SPEAK FROM OUR PAINAnd to see results after such a satori hard work must follow And I wrestled with it as I say for 50 years It was a long cold hard slog Until finally peace and freedom ensued But Rouentin Sartre just endured its temporary internal pressure for a while and then continued toward pure futility on his angry counter cultural way With great anguishSo it’s a groundbreaking novel about the thunderous dual irruption of being and facticity into a young man’s life and for him everything is left in the air for the one who experiences itYou know it always happens in exactly this wayFor at that very moment when we try to seize the prize of Pure Being for ourselves we are necessarily forced to wrestle with a phony world of Being for Others becoming ACTORS in a world we didn’t createThe result is earthshaking for poor nondescript Rouentin He like unlucky Prometheus has suddenly and shamefacedly stolen Fire from the gods And a pretty tawdry bunch of gods they’ve turned out to be in his judgemental eyes But Rouentin grabbed the stick by the Wrong end You just have to just KEEP GOING and dmn the TorpedoesOnce you cross that invisible line in front of your unwary feet the world falls on its stunned head and proper orientation is anyone’s guessWhere truth lies now is in unending aporia a banal flux for Sartre who had like Nietzsche transvalued all traditional values and suddenlyAll is changed changed UTTERLY A Terrible Beauty is bornA similar thing happened to me when I was a kid It was pivotal in my development and in my choices as an adult I had to choose and fast It’s like George Santayana said one day you wake up and realize “life’s not a spectacle it’s a struggle”But for me it originated from God I was certain of it I submitted myself to His Absolute Alterity Once you’re on that road there’s no going back You can’t go home At least at firstYou know Kafka once wrote a paragraph or two in his notebooks on the Prometheus parable which describes the anguish that must follow such an experience for us allHe says that after incalculable aeons Prometheus his chains and the rock he’s chained to in punishment for his sins all merge into one continuous solid entityThat merging is our return to Wholeness And the ordinary sensory world totally divested of extraneous pop gobbledygook is now “magnifiue totale et solitaire”For if we endure the factitious encounter with Becoming patiently and “in good faith” one day we will merge with the Rock of Being in peaceIt is painfully and near impossibly difficult But that is the PathAnd it is the Path to our Freedom and WholenessOne hundred years before Sartre penned this novel a great Dane suffered the same cataclysmic bifurcation of his being and at first the same unutterable anguish For him it led to Wholeness tooHis name was Søren Kierkegaard But crucially and in stark contradistinction to Sartre Kierkegaard found blessed release from it in the end Sporadically at first but you can see final freedom was thereYou can see his solution in his short masterwork Fear and TremblingThrough a series of subtle and cuttingly double edged variations on the old old story of Abraham and Isaac the original sacrifice he lays the immovable foundation of Postmodernist Christian Faith Seen from almost every possible type of viewpoint out of a myriad range of possibilitiesAnd his ineluctable inner logic overpowered all his naysayersIn fact Fear and Trembling paved the way for such modern cutting edge Christians as Karl Barth and Hans Kung both the brains trust and the conscientious soul of our new 21st century churches institutions that seem to the untrained eye to be so out of touchPerhaps they’re only out of touch to the jaundiced eyes of Big Brother Media Just try to look at it all a bit deeper These thinkers are the substance under the New Christians’ somewhat regrettable glitter All that glitters is not goldYou’ve gotta KNOW yourself as well as the World By dissing the world you’re just digging a bigger holeAnd though Sartre somewhat hastily discarded Modern Faith out of hand we don’t necessarily have to make the same despairing mistake nor would we have to undergo any desperate Sartrian anguish if we chose to do otherwiseand BelieveFor the choice we can make right now is for Real Inner Peace The peace of a painfully and patiently stoic Promethean RockWhich must appear also to be in this ugly world for so many of us the Transcendence of a troubled CrossBut that for us is The Only Way the Only Truth and the Only LifeAnd that way WorksRouentin’s doesn’tWe must Accept and NOT Eternally Reject the Truth

  6. Glenn Russell Glenn Russell says:

    Originally published in 1938 Jean Paul Sartre's short existential novel La Nausée can be read on many levels to list several philosophical psychological social and political Going back to my college days my reading of this work has always been decidedly personal Thus my observations below and at points my own experiences relating to certain passages I have found to contain great power Then the Nausea sized me I dropped to a seat I no longer knew where I was; I saw the colors spin slowly around me I wanted to vomit The entire novel is written in the form of a diary of one Antoine Rouentin an unemployed historian living in the small fictional city of Bouville on the northern French coast in 1932 Rouentin's Nausea his capital isn't occasional or a revulsion to anything specific the smell of a certain room or being in the presence of a particular group of people; no his Nausea is all pervasive life in all of its various manifestations nauseates himI recall a time back one muggy afternoon age eighteen sitting in a locker room waiting to take the field for a practice session with the other players on the football team forced to listen to a coach’s ravings I suddenly felt repulsed and disgusted by everything and everybody around me Like Rouentin I wanted to vomit When the other players ran out to take the field I remained seated Then calmly walking over to the euipment room I turned in my uniform and pads When I walked away I felt as if I shed an ugly layer of skin a repugnant old self I felt clearheaded and refreshed; I had a vivid sense of instant transformation I can imagine Rouentin in a somewhat similar plight but unfortunately there's no escape He's the prisoner of an impossible situation all of life every bit of it gives him his Nausea Nothing happens while you live The scenery changes people come in and out that's all There are no beginnings Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason an interminable monotonous addition This was my experience when in my 20s and 30s working in a suffocating insurance office It didn't matter what time the clock said on the wall all the hours were a dull humdrum grey When I left the office a great sense of freedom and releaseFor Rouentin there is no release all of his small city every street park café library parlor and bedroom carries this sense of humdrum dreariness all times and places have turned dank shadowy and lackluster as if emitting a soft unending groan It's finished the crowd is less congested the hat raisings less freuent the shop windows have something less exuisite about them I am at the end of the Rue Tournebride Shall I cross and go up the street on the other side? I think I have had enough I have seen enough pink skulls thin distinguished and faded countenances I recall walking in New York City to Penn Station to catch a train at the end of the day The scene was grim the vast majority of men and women having a hangdog beaten down look I was ready to leave Rouintin has this feeling not only at the end of the day he has it all the time I have only my body a man entirely alone with his lonely body cannot indulge in memories; they pass through him I shouldn't complain all I wanted was to be free An entire section of Sartre's Being and Nothingness is devoted to the body In many ways Rouintin is like Pablo from Sartre's short story The Wall where Pablo feels being in his body is like being tied to an enormous vermin Ahhh No wonder Rouintin feels the NauseaHe deserves his face for he has never for one instant lost an occasion of utilizing his past to the best of his ability; he has stuffed it full used his experience on women and children exploited them Here Rouintin is alluding to an older man who is using his family to make a point displaying how wise he is and how correct his judgements In this I'm in agreement with the novel's protagonist I find such people overbearing I was once in conversation with an older person who actually told me as a way of discounting my position on a political matter You have to live a little all the while hitting the scotch bottle Curiously a few years later thanks mainly to all the scotch this know it all was in very bad shape I maintained a noble silence But I would have to push the door open and enter I didn't dare; I went on Doors of houses frightened me especially I was afraid they would open of themselves I ended by walking in the middle of the street The narrator's sense of dread and estrangement has reached a point where even objects take on an ominous cast I had thought out this sentence at first it had been a small part of myself Now it was inscribed on the paper it sides against me I didn't recognize it any i couldn't conceive it again It was there in front of me; in vain for me to trace some sign of origin Anyone could have written it Yet again another example of his extreme alienation the very words he writes on a page are viewed as something apart as the other having nothing to do with who he really is as a person Now I wanted to laugh five feet tall I would have had to lean over or bend my knees I was no longer surprised that he held up his nose so impetuously the destiny of these small men is always working itself out a few inches about their head Admirable power of art From this shrill voiced manikin nothing would pass on to posterity same a threatening face a superb gesture and the bloodshot eyes of a bull The portrait captures what Sartre in his philosophy termed bad faith assuming false values that have turned him into a shrill voiced manikin I jump up it would be much better if I could only stop thinking Thoughts are the dullest things Duller than flesh They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth The mind is a wonderful servant but an ogre if it becomes one's taskmaster How many people are trapped in their own thinking continually reliving painful episodes of their past? Rouintin is one such example in the extreme Things are divorced from their names They are there grotesue headstrong gigantic and it seems ridiculous to call them seats or say anything at all about them I am in the midst of things nameless things His Nausea has increased All inanimate objects and situations are encroaching on what he perceives his intellectual and spiritual freedom Does Nausea sound disturbing? I strongly suspect this is exactly Jean Paul Sartre's intent Jean Paul Sartre 1905 1980 French philosopher and author of a number of classic works of literature

  7. Steven Godin Steven Godin says:

    Third time luckyI have always preferred the work of Albert Camus when it comes to the subject of 'existentialism' It has taken me three attempts to read Nausea to finally appreciate Whereas I just found Camus easier to digest immediately This small novel is no doubt an important work and essential reading for philosophical purposes I remember reading Camus's 'The Stranger and Sartre's Nausea back to back similar in some ways not in others The Stranger lingered for weeks Nausea drifted away But for whatever reason this time around things just clicked Maybe it helped reading 'The Age of Reason' to finally grasp him the fact I am a fan of Simone de Beauvoir should mean looking at Sartre in a better light after all he took her under his wing during her creative days at university They enjoyed each others company and this goes to show men and women can become great friends without becoming lovers Sartre writer and philosophy professor has certainly embedded himself in literary history and would say he could have been viewed as the French Kafka by virtue of his gift for expressing the horror of certain intellectual situations if it weren’t that his ideas unlike those of the author of “The Great Wall of China” were not completely foreign to moral problems Kafka always uestioned the meaning of life Sartre only uestions the fact of existence which is an order of reality much immediate than the human and social elaborations of the life that is on this side of life“Nausea” the journal of Antoine Rouentin is the novel of absolute solitude a solitude that made me feel uncomfortable It is a uestion here of nothing but the spiritual results of solitude They are analyzed with a rigor of thought and expression that will no doubt seem intolerable to most readers Now I see the light a philosophical novelist of the first order Since Voltaire we know that in France the philosophical novel has been a light genre not far from the fable Sartre’s literature bears no relation to this frivolous genre but it gives a very good idea of what a literature associated to an existentialist philosophy might be The law of the man who is rigorously alone is not the fear of nothingness but the fear of existence This discovery takes us farIf his first novel was a work without a solution by which I mean that it no opens up any solutions for the universe than the principal works of Dostoevsky it would perhaps be a singular success without a successor But with its final pages “Nausea” is not a book without a solution Jean Paul Sartre who throughout the novel paints a portrait of a great bourgeois city of social caricature and has gifts as a novelist that are too precise and too cruel not to result in great denunciations not to completely open up into reality a reality I would rather not seeA seminal work that I will come to appreciate even over the space of time

  8. Jim Fonseca Jim Fonseca says:

    Two of the blurbs on the book jacket call this book Sartre’s “most enjoyable book” and “the best written and most interesting of Sartre’s novels” Perhaps – I don’t know as the only other one I’ve read is No Exit and so long ago I have no recollection of it Nausea’s structure is that of a diary Wikipedia calls the novel one of the canonical works of existentialism The main character is Antoine Rouentin apparently independently wealthy spends most of his day in the library researching and writing a biography of a fictitious 18th century international political figure a man named Rollebon Other than incidental people like librarians and waiters Antoine interacts occasionally only with two people a man in the library we know only as “The Self Taught Man” and a waitress that he regularly has sex with I put it that way because we learn nothing about her The self Taught Man is working his way methodically through the library alphabetically by author Antoine also gives us snippets of café conversations he overhearsThe setting is the fictitious town of Bouville Mudville but according to Wiki is actually Le Harve where Sartre was living when he wrote this book The Self Taught Man enthusiastic about what he is learning and the historical figure that Antoine is writing about act as foils for his philosophical speculationsAt times he is uncertain why he is writing his book “In truth what am I looking for? I don’t know For a long time Rollebon the man has interested me than the book to be written But now the manthe man begins to bore me It is the book which attracts me I feel and the need to write – in the same proportions as I grow old you might say”Antoine at times is overcome withDespair? Depression? Mental illness? Awareness of the absurdity of life? He calls these periods bouts of nausea although he never has the physical symptoms of nauseaIt’s best to let the novel speak for itself “Everywhere now there are objects like this glass of beer on the table there When I see it I feel like saying ‘Enough’ I have been avoiding looking at this glass of beer for half an hourI am uietly slipping into the water’s depths toward fear”“I very much like to pick up chestnuts old rags and especially papersbut suddenly I was unable I straightened up empty handed I am no longer free I can no longer do what I will” Objects should not touch because they are not alive You use them put them back in place you live among them they are useful nothing But they touch me it is unbearable I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts” In a café There are four or five of them card players I don’t know I haven’t the courage to look at them I have a broken spring I can move my eyes but not my head The head is all pliable and elastic as though it had been simply set on my neck; if I did turn it it will fall off”“His blue shirt stands out joyfully against a chocolate colored wall That too bring on the Nausea The Nausea is not inside me I feel it out there in the wall in the suspenders everywhere around me It makes itself one with the cafe I am the one who is within it“’I was just thinking’ I tell him laughing ‘that here we sit all of us eating and drinking to preserve our precious existence and really there is nothing nothing absolutely no reason for existing’” on trees “ They did not want to exist only they could not help themselvesTired and old they kept on existing against the grain simply because they were too weak to die because death could only come to them from the outsideEvery existing thing is born without reason prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance” “These are secretaries office workers shopkeepers people who listen to others in cafes around forty they feel swollen with an experience they can’t get rid of Luckily they’ve made children on whom they can pass it off They would like to make us believe that their past is not lost that their memories are condensed gently transformed into wisdom when all is said and done they have never understood anything at all”There is one other character who appears near the end of the novel She is Anny a former lover of Antoine’s and he says he still in love with her She asks him to come to Paris where she is passing through to meet with her When they meet she tells him she is a 'kept woman' by an old wealthy man It appears she is only meeting to assure herself that she is no longer in love with him Well she mustn’t be since she only sees him once and for a short time Antoine writes twice that he has not seen her for four years and twice that he has not seen her for six years This makes us worry about the reliability of our narrator We also remember that he is a name dropper of places he has supposedly traveled He never tells us why he was in any place and they are always exotic places Aden Shanghai Saigon Benares – so we wonder The book has a slow start but it picks up and in the end it kept my attention all the way through Old postcard of Le Havre from almycomPhoto of the author from the Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy

  9. Kiri Kiri says:

    Okay wow They should stock this thing in the bible section Or the adult erotica section because either way it gives you some pretty intense experiencesIn a nutshell this book is kind of like an existentialist essay in the form of a diary It's about this red haired writer guy Antoine Rouentin who's recently been overwhelmed with an intolerable awareness of his own existence Like super intolerable Like a soul crushing mind blowing nausea inducing kind of intolerable It's pretty awesomeAnd the best thing the best thing was the accessibility of it all Sartre the fiend satisfied me in ways that Dostoevsky and Camus never could I mean when has an existentialist exposition ever been made so readable? So ironic and captivating so funny there were times I actually laughed out loud Moreover Sartre gets me I honestly cannot describe the feeling of holding a crummy paperback filled with words written over 50 years ago and finding one of your own thoughts in amongst those of a fictional character I guess it's what Christians must feel like when they read the bible Or what middle aged single women feel while reading a particularly steamy passage of Passion in the Prairie This is the kind of book you could read again and again discovering some new detail every time and getting something different out of it with every read A new favourite

  10. Jon Nakapalau Jon Nakapalau says:

    Ogier P the self taught man is the symbol of everything that has gone wrong with the socialization process Nausea places us in a situation where we have to ask ourselves is knowledge for the sake of knowledge a wise way to spend your life; or can you have knowledge of trivial facts eg game shows and know nothing about who you are a life not examined because knowledge was important

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