Life through the eyes of a fictitious, invented man who is overwhelmed with existence. Random and somewhat idiosyncratic writing but yet immensely engaging, Sartre's work perfectly captures the loneliness and impermanence of life and existence.

I think one of my favourite things about this read was the "irrelevant/insignificant" statement Roquentin would add on, overflowing the reader with information about what's going on—it's this very overflow of detail that really brings out the Nausea. Most of the time we go about life not thinking about everything that's going on around us continuously; however, Roquentin gives a fine example of those times existence just falls on you—times when all those little "insignificances" are processed together with the "significances" and you feel it, you feel sick to the core, unnerved, and somewhat distraught.

5/5 Sartre nailed it, one of the best books I've read so far this year.