by Jean-Paul Sartre
1938
translated by Lloyd Alexander
An engaging novel of philosophy. The long passages of pure angst and
self-examination, where everything is reduced to pure existence, were
fairly hard to slog through. But passages wherein Roquentin is
dismantling the élite, or arguing against pure humanism, were great.
Also, The Autodidact is a great character. And it did have a
surprisingly happy ending. A book worth talking about, and well worth
revisiting some day.
four stars
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