#READ BOOK ë La Nausée ⚤ eBook or E-pub free

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 awesome.And the best thing thebest thingwas the accessibility of it all Sartre, the fiend, satisfied me in ways that Dostoevsky and Camus never could I mean, when has an existentialist exposition ever been made so readable So ironic and captivating, so funny there were times I actually laughed out loud Moreover, Sartregets me I honestly cannot describe the feeling of holding a crummy paperback filled with words written over 50 years ago, and finding one of your own thoughts in amongst those of a fictional character I guess it s what Christians must feel like when they read the bible Or what middle aged single women feel while reading a particularly steamy passage ofPassion in the PrairieThis is the kind of book you could read again and again, discovering some new detail every time, and getting something different out of it with every read A new favourite Originally published in 1938, Jean Paul Sartre s short existential novel La Naus e can be read on many levels to list several philosophical, psychological, social and political Going back to my college days, my reading of this work has always been decidedly personal Thus my observations below and, at points, my own experiences relating to certain passages I have found to contain great power Then the Nausea sized me, I dropped to a seat I no longer knew where I was I saw the colors spin slowly around me, I wanted to vomit The entire novel is written in the form of a diary of one Antoine Roquentin, an unemployed historian living in the small fictional city of Bouville on the northern French coast in 1932 Roquentin s Nausea his capital isn t occasional or a revulsion to anything specific, the smell of a certain room or being in the presence of a particular group of people no, his Nausea is all pervasive life in all of its various manifestations nauseates him.I recall a time back one muggy afternoon, age eighteen, sitting in a locker room, waiting to take the field for a practice session with the other players on the football team, forced to listen to a coach s ravings, I suddenly felt repulsed and disgusted by everything and everybody around me Like Roquentin, I wanted to vomit When the other players ran out to take the field, I remained seated Then, calmly walking over to the equipment room, I turned in my uniform and pads When I walked away I felt as if I shed an ugly layer of skin, a repugnant old self I felt clearheaded and refreshed I had a vivid sense of instant transformation I can imagine Roquentin in a somewhat similar plight but, unfortunately, there s no escape He s the prisoner of an impossible situation all of life, every bit of it, gives him his Nausea Nothing happens while you live The scenery changes, people come in and out, that s all There are no beginnings Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable monotonous addition This was my experience when in my 20s and 30s working in a suffocating insurance office It didn t matter what time the clock said on the wall all the hours were a dull, humdrum grey When I left the office a great sense of freedom and release.For Roquentin there is no release all of his small city, every street, park, caf , library, parlor and bedroom carries this sense of humdrum dreariness all times and places have turned dank, shadowy and lackluster as if emitting a soft unending groan It s finished the crowd is less congested, the hat raisings less frequent, the shop windows have something less exquisite about them I am at the end of the Rue Tournebride Shall I cross and go up the street on the other side I think I have had enough I have seen enough pink skulls, thin, distinguished and faded countenances I recall walking in New York City to Penn Station to catch a train at the end of the day The scene was grim, the vast majority of men and women having a hangdog, beaten down look I was ready to leave Roquintin has this feeling not only at the end of the day he has it all the time I have only my body a man entirely alone, with his lonely body, cannot indulge in memories they pass through him I shouldn t complain all I wanted was to be free An entire section of Sartre s Being and Nothingness is devoted to the body In many ways Roquintin is like Pablo from Sartre s short story The Wall where Pablo feels being in his body is like being tied to an enormous vermin Ahhh No wonder Roquintin feels the Nausea He deserves his face for he has never, for one instant, lost an occasion of utilizing his past to the best of his ability he has stuffed it full, used his experience on women and children, exploited them Here Roquintin is alluding to an older man who is using his family to make a point displaying how wise he is and how correct his judgements In this I m in agreement with the novel s protagonist I find such people overbearing I was once in conversation with an older person who actually told me, as a way of discounting my position on a political matter You have to live a little, all the while hitting the scotch bottle Curiously, a few years later, thanks mainly to all the scotch, this know it all was in very bad shape I maintained a noble silence But I would have to push the door open and enter I didn t dare I went on Doors of houses frightened me especially I was afraid they would open of themselves I ended by walking in the middle of the street The narrator s sense of dread and estrangement has reached a point where even objects take on an ominous cast I had thought out this sentence, at first it had been a small part of myself Now it was inscribed on the paper, it sides against me I didn t recognize it anyi couldn t conceive it again It was there, in front of me in vain for me to trace some sign of origin Anyone could have written it Yet again another example of his extreme alienation the very words he writes on a page are viewed as something apart, as the other, having nothing to do with who he really is as a person Now I wanted to laugh five feet tallI would have had to lean over or bend my knees I was no longer surprised that he held up his nose so impetuously the destiny of these small men is always working itself out a few inches about their head Admirable power of art From this shrill voiced manikin, nothing would pass on to posterity same a threatening face, a superb gesture and the bloodshot eyes of a bull The portrait captures what Sartre in his philosophy termed bad faith assuming false values that have turned him into a shrill voiced manikin I jump up it would be much better if I could only stop thinking Thoughts are the dullest things Duller than flesh They stretch out and there s no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth The mind is a wonderful servant but an ogre if it becomes one s taskmaster How many people are trapped in their own thinking, continually reliving painful episodes of their past Roquintin is one such example in the extreme Things are divorced from their names They are there, grotesque, headstrong, gigantic and it seems ridiculous to call them seats or say anything at all about them I am in the midst of things, nameless things His Nausea has increased All inanimate objects and situations are encroaching on what he perceives his intellectual and spiritual freedom Does Nausea sound disturbing I strongly suspect this is exactly Jean Paul Sartre s intent Jean Paul Sartre, 1905 1980, French philosopher and author of a number of classic works of literature. #READ BOOK º La Nausée ò 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 CreedThe 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 602 La Naus e Nausea, Jean Paul SartreNausea is a philosophical novel by the existentialist philosopher Jean Paul Sartre, published in 1938 It is Sartre s first novel and, in his opinion, one of his best works Antoine Roquentin protagonist of the novel, is a former adventurer who has been living in Bouville for three years Antoine does not keep in touch with family, and has no friends He is a loner at heart and often likes to listen to other people s conversations and examine their actions He settles in the fictional French seaport town of Bouville to finish his research on the life of an 18th century political figure But during the winter of 1932 a sweetish sickness, as he calls nausea, increasingly impinges on almost everything he does or enjoys his research project, the company of an autodidact who is reading all the books in the local library alphabetically, a physical relationship with a caf owner named Fran oise, his memories of Anny, an English girl he once loved, even his own hands and the beauty of nature Even though he at times admits to trying to find some sort of solace in the presence of others, he also exhibits signs of boredom and lack of interest when interacting with people His relationship with Fran oise is mostly hygienic in nature, for the two hardly exchange words and, when invited by the Self Taught Man to accompany him for lunch, he agrees only to write in his diary later that I had as much desire to eat with him as I had to hang myself He can afford not to work, but spends a lot of his time writing a book about a French politician of the eighteenth century Antoine does not think highly of himself The faces of others have some sense, some direction Not mine I cannot even decide whether it is handsome or ugly I think it is ugly because I have been told so When he starts suffering from the Nausea he feels the need to talk to Anny, but when he finally does, it makes no difference to his condition He eventually starts to think he does not even exist My existence was beginning to cause me some concern Was I a mere figment of the imagination 1987 1365 309 20 211 260 Some of these days You ll miss me honey, , , , , , , ,,,, , , , ,, , , , ,, , , . A groundbreaking novel about the thunderous, dual irruption of being and facticity into a young man s life You know, it always happens in exactly that way.For at that very moment when we try to seize the prize of Pure Being for ourselves we are necessarily forced to wrestle with a phony world of Being for Others becoming ACTORS in a world we didn t create.The result is earthshaking for poor, nondescript Roquentin He, like unlucky Prometheus, has suddenly and shamefacedly stolen Fire from the gods.And a pretty tawdry bunch of gods they ve have turned out to be Once you cross that invisible line in front of your unwary feet, the world falls on its stunned head, and proper orientation is anyone s guess.Where truth lies now is in unending aporia a banal flux.All is changed, changed UTTERLY A Terrible Beauty is born A similar thing happened to me when I was a kid.It was pivotal in my development and in my choices as an adult I had to choose, and fast It s like George Santayana said one day you wake up and realize life s not a spectacle it s a struggle Once you re on that road, there s no going back You can t go home At least at firstYou know, Kafka once wrote a paragraph or two in his notebooks on the Prometheus parable He says, that after incalculable aeons, Prometheus, his chains, and the rock he s chained to in punishment for his sins, all merge into one continuous solid entity.That merging is our return to Wholeness.And if we endure the factitious encounter with Becoming patiently, and in good faith , one day we will merge with the Rock of Being in peace.It will be painfully and near impossibly difficult But that is the Path.It is the Path to our Freedom and Wholeness.One hundred years before Sartre penned this novel, a great Dane suffered the same cataclysmic bifurcation of his being and the same unutterable anguish His name was Soren Kierkegaard But crucially, and in stark contradistinction to Sartre Kierkegaard found blessed release from it in the end Sporadically at first, but freedom was there.You can see his solution in his short masterwork Fear and TremblingThrough a series of subtle and cuttingly double edged variations on the old, old story of Abraham and Isaac the original sacrifice he lays the immovable foundation of Postmodernist Christian Faith Seen from almost every possible type of viewpoint out of a myriad range of possibilities.And his ineluctable inner logic overpowers all his naysayers.Now, THIS is not Sartre s collaborationist church for which slight he may be forgiven, after enduring the Vichy humiliation.No in fact Fear and Trembling paved the way for such modern cutting edge Christians like Karl Barth and Hans Kung, both the brains trust and the conscientious soul of our new 21st century churches institutions that seem to the untrained eye to be so out of touch.Perhaps they re only out of touch to the jaundiced cynicism of Big Brother Media Just try to look a bit deeperThese guys are the substance within the New Christians somewhat regrettable glitter Living in a free market, fallen world, we are all, Willy nilly but with great reluctance, forced to pay the price and compromise.And though Sartre somewhat hastily discarded Modern Faith out of hand we don t necessarily have to make the same despairing mistake, nor would we have to undergo anydesperate Sartrian anguish, if we chose to do otherwise, and Believe.For the choice we can make, right now, is for Real Inner Peace The peace of a Promethean RockWhich must now also be in this ugly world, for so many of us, the Transcendence of a troubled Cross.But that for so many is The Only Way, the Only Truth and the Only Real Life. Third time luckyI have always preferred the work of Albert Camus when it comes to the subject of existentialism It has taken me three attempts to read Nausea to finally appreciate Whereas I just found Camus easier to digest immediately This small novel is no doubt an important work and essential reading for philosophical purposes I remember reading Camus s The Stranger and Sartre s Nausea back to back, similar in some ways, not in others, The Stranger lingered for weeks, Nausea drifted away But for whatever reason, this time around things just clicked Maybe it helped reading The Age of Reason to finally grasp him, the fact I am a fan of Simone de Beauvoir should mean looking at Sartre in a better light, after all he took her under his wing during her creative days at university They enjoyed each others company, and this goes to show men and women can become great friends without becoming lovers.Sartre, writer and philosophy professor has certainly embedded himself in literary history, and would say he could have been viewed as the French Kafka by virtue of his gift for expressing the horror of certain intellectual situations, if it weren t that his ideas, unlike those of the author of The Great Wall of China, were not completely foreign to moral problems Kafka always questioned the meaning of life Sartre only questions the fact of existence, which is an order of reality muchimmediate than the human and social elaborations of the life that is on this side of life Nausea, the journal of Antoine Roquentin, is the novel of absolute solitude, a solitude that made me feel uncomfortable It is a question here of nothing but the spiritual results of solitude They are analyzed with a rigor of thought and expression that will no doubt seem intolerable to most readers Now I see the light, a philosophical novelist of the first order Since Voltaire, we know that in France the philosophical novel has been a light genre, not far from the fable Sartre s literature bears no relation to this frivolous genre, but it gives a very good idea of what a literature associated to an existentialist philosophy might be The law of the man who is rigorously alone is not the fear of nothingness, but the fear of existence This discovery takes us far.If his first novel was a work without a solution, by which I mean that it noopens up any solutions for the universe than the principal works of Dostoevsky, it would perhaps be a singular success without a successor But with its final pages Nausea is not a book without a solution Jean Paul Sartre who throughout the novel paints a portrait of a great bourgeois city of social caricature, and has gifts as a novelist that are too precise and too cruel not to result in great denunciations, not to completely open up into reality, a reality I would rather not see.A seminal work that I will come to appreciate evenover the space of time. 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 thing in the world, according to another great writer I don t know about the life situation and mental health condition of you people out there, so I will certainly avoid the pressure of recommending this book At the same time, I wish everyone could enjoy Sartre s beautiful writing Yes, that is beautiful And not too difficult to understand.A couple of samples Something has happened to me, I can t doubt it anyIt came as an illness does, not like an ordinary certainty, not like anything evident It came cunningly, little by little I felt a little strange, a little put out, that s all Once established it never moved, it stayed quiet, and I was able to persuade myself that nothing was the matter with me, that it was a false alarm And now, it s blossoming When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends So simple and true If I could keep myself from thinking I try, and succeed my head seems to fill with smoke and then it starts again Smokenot to thinkdon t want to thinkI think I don t want to think I mustn t think that I don t want to think Because that s still a thought Will there never be an end to it My thought is me that s why I can t stop I exist because I thinkand I can t stop myself from thinking At this very moment it s frightful if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing They did not want to exist, only they could not help themselves Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance You know, it s quite a job starting to love somebody You have to have energy, generosity, blindness There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice if you think about it you don t do it I know I ll never jump again NEVER His words are lethal And real And that s a dangerous mix He shares some thoughts that a lot of people can relate to, and, in most cases, those people won t know what to do with all that I know I don t Besides feeling sick, what can you do Write a book Eatice cream Go skydiving Plan a round the world trip Quit your job and live in the country, eating raspberries Oh, to face the absurdity of the world and to feel free because of that To stop this never ending search for meaning To live To live A rare thing, indeed Oh dear, I sound like a self help author This was the first time I read Sartre I ve read the brilliant, the one and only, the master at describing the human condition, Dostoevsky Camus, whose works I really like too Kierkegaard, the pioneer So, Sartre was a must read Those authors speak right to my soul wherever that is , they get me well, not Kierkegaard at least, not that much It s complicated We re cool, though It s a comforting feeling being understood by some dead writers you ll never meet, obviously.Yeah.Okay So, I loved this book It s a new favorite of mine And I need some Seinfeld reruns now.Note to self if you re ever going to re read this, don t do it while listening to Enya, Craig Armstrong or Joy Division It wasn t a nice feeling.Feb 03, 14 Also on my blog. .