Sunday, July 17, 2011

'Nausea' by Jean-Paul Sartre, 1938

Odd how this book did not come alive for me until the end, when the main character; Antoine Roquentin, meets with his previous love; Anny. It is after that meeting when he realizes so much more about existence, and seems to accept existence. It was difficult for me to relate to Roquentin's discomfort with and horror of organic life.

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