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Original Title:	La Nausée
ISBN:	0811201880 (ISBN13: 9780811201889)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Antoine Roquentin, l'Autodidacte, Anny
Literary Awards:	Grand Prix des meilleurs romans du demi-siècle Nominee (1950)

Nausea Hardcover | Pages: 178 pages

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Nausea is the story of Antoine Roquentin, a French writer who is horrified at his own existence. In impressionistic, diary form he ruthlessly catalogues his every feeling and sensation about the world and people around him. His thoughts culminate in a pervasive, overpowering feeling of nausea which "spread at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of our time, the time of purple suspenders and broken chair seats; it is made of wide, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain." Roquentin's efforts to try and come to terms with his life, his philosophical and psychological struggles, give Sartre the opportunity to dramatize the tenets of his Existentialist creed. The introduction for this edition of Nausea by Hayden Carruth gives background on Sartre's life and major works, a summary of the principal themes of Existentialist philosophy, and a critical analysis of the novel itself.

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Title	:	Nausea
Author	:	Jean-Paul Sartre
Book Format	:	Hardcover
Book Edition	:	Deluxe Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 178 pages
Published	:	1969 by New Directions (first published 1938)
Categories	:	Philosophy. Fiction. Classics. Cultural. France. Literature

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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 experiences.In 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 Roquentin, 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

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 page.6.9.07Nausea 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 more if you are

Roquentin, Meursault; Meursault, Roquentin. 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

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 page.6.9.07Nausea 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 more if you are

Sartre is like a large multi-vitamin tablet that is difficult to swallow. The pill has all these unknown elements that will make you strong and healthy and live longer, but you do not know exactly which ingredient is doing what. And you do not know if it cures or prevents, but you still take it, just in case. Or it is like a Friday evening or a Sunday morning service. You go and you pray, but you are not quite sure what is being accomplished. The chapel is warm yet ominous, and the congregants

The protagonist is a captive of loneliness and time.This 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 leaves.For 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

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