- Paperback: 252 pages
- Publisher: Penguin Press; 1 edition (28 June 2010)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 0141194847
- ISBN-13: 978-0141194844
- Product Dimensions: 11 x 2.2 x 17.9 cm
- Boxed-product Weight: 159 g
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Jean-Paul Sartre - one of the best-known and most discussed modern French writers and thinkers - was born in Paris in 1905. His friendship with Simone de Beauvoir, whom he met while studying philosophy at the Sorbonne, stretched over fifty years, until his death in 1980. He is perhaps best remembered as the founder of French existentialism and as a man of passion, fighting for what he believed in. Among his best known works are La Nausee (1938), Les Mouches (1943), Huis clos (1944) and the trilogy Les Chemins de la liberté; published in Penguin as The Age of Reason, The Reprieve and The Iron in the Soul.
The Letters of Jean-Paul Sartre to Simone de Beauvoir 1926-1939 is also published by Penguin.
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The book is of course multifaceted, but I always felt like that was the major thing the book was trying to accomplish.
In German philosopher Karl Jaspers' view, one's being is most clearly revealed in extreme situations or states of mind such as despair or suffering - occasions when the individual is confronted with the temporary nature of his or her own existence.
When I read these lines in "Nausea": "Now when I say 'I,' it seems hollow to me. I can't manage to feel myself very well, I am so forgotten. The only real thing left in me is existence," I was instantly transported back to my first year of imprisonment. I had lost everything. I thought my life was over and that I would never be free again. I was suffering agonizing physical pain from gun-shot wounds, I had tried to kill myself, and I felt the spiritual pain of believing that even God had forsaken me. I could do nothing but breathe; breathe in, breathe out, inhale, exhale. There was a strange comfort in that, knowing all I had to do was breathe. I know it sounds crazy, but the feeling of having nothing left to lose was oddly comforting.
That's what reading "Nausea" was like for me. It took me down a different street in my mind, and it allowed me to peer around the corner and see what I could not have seen any other way.
David Allan Reeves
Author of "Running Away From Me"
You don't have to be boring to write a good philosophical book. Some philosophers seem to be afraid of actions and events. Perhaps to them events represent something ephemeral, childish, something that would belittle them if they descend and discuss it. I think that no good philosopher should avoid dipping himself in the world with its events and details; this world is the only world we've got after all...
I understood scenes from Nausea and (like everything by Sartre) thought they were fascinating. But "viscous"? What is that to Sartre? Or to me? My favorite passage in the book is the narrator's trip through the portrait gallery and his reaction on exiting. Perfect. I also like Roquentin's obsessive fascination with the cheap tune. I got no philosophy out of this book, although I know some of the fundamentals of Existentialiam. "Existence precedes essence." I don't agree, on biological, hardly religious grounds.
Though I liked Nausea (can I make such a plebian statement as I "liked" it?), and have read it a couple times (and just ordered a copy for a friend, hence my renewed interest in it and these comments), I got more pleasure out of "Roads To Freedom" (which I read somewhere is actually a 4 part novel, not 3, and that the final book has never been translated into English), and of course all the wonderful plays. "Being and Nothingness" is completely meaningless to me, and I wouldn't dream of (trying) reading it. "Words" (Sartre's mini-bio) was interesting and revealing.
"The Stranger" if anyone is interested is written in such simple French that anyone with a cheap French/English dictionary and a little patience can easily read it. I did.