Every now and again when his thoughts go into overdrive, he experiences this ‘nausea’. We impose rules upon ourselves and our society because we have to, to get along, not because we should, not because it is right. It took me about 2 weeks to get through the 250 pages. Again you can see the influence of Pirandello and the previous point. The very concept of existence makes him feel bad, he would like to put an end to it. Sex? Another comment I have after reading it is that maybe the book might have lost some of its flow when it was translated into English. What is life? Jean-Paul Sartre Booklist Jean-Paul Sartre Message Board Detailed plot synopsis reviews of Nausea Fresh from several years of travel, 30-year-old Antoine Roquentin settles in the French seaport town of Bouville to finish his research on the life of an 18th-century political figure. All of this is so empy. 602. Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach. More than once the protagonist wonders about how we are seen by the others, the way we appear in society, how we see ourselves in mirrors. You can use them to display text, links, images, HTML, or a combination of these. I read… (John-Paul Sartre, Nausea). For me, this isn’t interesting. I have read most of the ‘boring books’, such as Ulysses, the Magic Mountain. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. http://radicalhub.com/2012/03/02/joss-whedon-and-jean-paul-sartre-the-wanker-phallosophers/, http://theinfinitynetwork.org/jean-paul-sartre-nausea-the-novel-of-the-existentialist/, http://gayecrispin.wordpress.com/2012/03/04/why-did-the-chicken-cross-the-road-for-philosophers/, Tagged as Antoine Roquentin, Bouville, Existentialism, Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea, Those are some really great quotes even though the book wasn’t so good. GSOH. It has got no meaning at all, and even suicide won’t make any difference, cause “my death itself would have been superfluous (…) I was superfluous for all time”. Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. What a fucking liberation. So thanks for the 700 word philosophy, Pingback: Shaking Hands with Death by Terry Pratchett – The Triumph of the Now. Change ), You are commenting using your Twitter account. Is life about the pursuit of food? Change ), You are commenting using your Facebook account. Jean-Paul Sartre is another one of those hip, nihilistic-type novelists than whiney, depressive young men read in-between bouts of binge-drinking and scrawling poetry on the backs of cigarette packets. The following are some quotes I picked out that I liked; “Monsieur, it seems to me that you could define adventure as an event which is out of the ordinary without being necessarily extraordinary”, “I thought of committing suicide. A middle aged man is described by Sartres as a boring slot machine: you put the coin inside and it comes out with an anecdote, showing out its non valuable hollow experiences, thinking to have used to time properly, achieving everything. I’ll be honest, though, a lot of the existentialist notions I consumed as a younger man have stuck with me. Life is pointless, but that is a liberating notion. Life, so existence, is a raw deal, a sham, a tragedy. Apologies for the late reply! This book annoyed me and quite frankly some parts of it were very disturbing, like really really disturbing. Because it didn’t matter either way if he did or not, but writing is fun, and hurts no one else. ( Log Out /  Roquentin, a man on the brink of his thirtieth birthday, is undertaking a scholarly project in the small town of Bouville (modelled on Le Havre). Now that I’m not worrying about how other people judge what I do for a living, I’ve managed to find a job/career that doesn’t make me hate every working hour*. I’ve been working through the classics for a few years now and haven’t really been disappointed so far. None of it matters. I, being very much one of that type of young man back when I was a young man, somehow managed to miss out Sartre. THE NAUSEA: This is the product of all it had been said above, the Nausea. An existential review: Sartre’s Nausea. This book, published in 1938 by the french writer Jean Paul Sartre, is a standpoint for the existential literature of the 20th century. There is no great meaning, all is futile – there is no true good or bad, evil does not exist, love does not exist, all that is real is the body, all actions and notions of morality rooted in misunderstandings of the base urges of a manifest collection of cells and hormones (to be scientific). Writers like Camus and Beckett and, here, Sartre believe that the above paragraph is interesting enough to write book length texts about. I have accepted the emptiness of my existence and use it as a springboard to try to achieve the things I want, which is much easier to do when the fear of failure is lifted. ( Log Out /  Edit them in the Widget section of the. Learn exactly what happened in this chapter, scene, or section of Nausea and what it means. But that isn’t a reason to not give a fuck, it’s a reason to discover what is important to you as an individual and strive for that. Nausea (1938), La Nausée in the original French, is Jean-Paul Sartre’s first novel and an exploration of his early thoughts on existentialism through the meandering existence of one man. This is not even a book. I spent years being unhappy because I felt that I wasn’t achieving as much as I should, et cetera, but I realised eventually that NONE OF IT MATTERS. And I’m amazed it stretched to 700 words. Thus, I’m disappointed to hear that you disliked it. I would like to hear your review on albert camus The stranger Which a small book has conveys the existentialist philophy in a subtle way, Pingback: Session 3 | Chelsea Arts Book Group. I just don’t feel that there is much value in discussing ideas such as this. “Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them… there is nothing”. Your actions, honourable or terrible, hold no greater significance than how they impact directly and absolutely on your own life. Be excellent to each other. Nausea as an ontological feeling. That, if there must be one, is the purpose of life.