georgewhatup reviewed Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre (A New Directions Paperbook)
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4 stars
I too like to talk philosophy when I'm avoiding my emotions.
238 pages
English language
Published June 3, 1949 by New Directions.
Winner of the 1964 Nobel Prize for Literature, Jean-Paul Sartre, French philosopher, critic, novelist, and dramatist, holds a position of singular eminence in the world of letters. Among readers and critics familiar with the whole of Sartre's work, it is generally recognized that his earliest novel, La Nausée (first published in 1938), is his finest and most significant. It is unquestionably a key novel of the twentieth century and a landmark in Existentialist fiction. 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. His thoughts culminate in a pervasive, overpowering feeling of nausea which "spreads 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 …
Winner of the 1964 Nobel Prize for Literature, Jean-Paul Sartre, French philosopher, critic, novelist, and dramatist, holds a position of singular eminence in the world of letters. Among readers and critics familiar with the whole of Sartre's work, it is generally recognized that his earliest novel, La Nausée (first published in 1938), is his finest and most significant. It is unquestionably a key novel of the twentieth century and a landmark in Existentialist fiction. 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. His thoughts culminate in a pervasive, overpowering feeling of nausea which "spreads 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 come to terms with life, his philosophical and psychological struggles, give Sartre the opportunity to dramatize the tenets of his Existentialist creed.
I too like to talk philosophy when I'm avoiding my emotions.
What if the Buddha, instead of leaving his comfortable life to earnestly seek the truths of thusness and no-self, had instead been bitten by those truths as if by a venomous spider while he was still living his princely life. And what if, instead of then feeling the bliss of awakening and a union with the All, he was instead stricken by a horrific nausea and a panic that the All was penetrating, violating, and dismembering him.
Well, then, the Buddha would be Antoine Roquentin and Buddhism would be the anguished nostalgia for samsara.
Oddly enough, I never finished Nausea. I just got sick of it.