If there is one thing I am grateful for, is having read Sartre thirty years ago and having that awful experience (and its consequences) safely and forever behind me.
Consequences there were, though. The experience messed with my teenage mind, big time, in ways I didn't even realise until much later.
Today, I would recommend his trapped prisoners... oops readers, that they watch that delightful Netflix documentary on the benefits of MDMA for the treatment of PTSD and depression, and I'd call it a day.

This is a classic, and I don't claim to have the tools to give an informed review without a re-reading, which means that I'll probably break my promise to myself and drink the bitter cup. I matured a dislike for Sartre during the years, as I suspect him of a certain degree of autobiographic and intellectual dishonesty, and now I am curious to call myself to task in proving it, or be surprised.
I remember being suspicious of his black list of French intellectuals who were guilty of not fighting the nazi occupation of France.
If there is something I loath more than nazi occupations, it's black-listing intellectuals.
I also remember the bleak look on life that reading existentialists writers' novels infected my young mind with. Probably, the worst offender was my young, tendentially depressed mind, but I haven't forgiven Sartre, nor Simone de Beauvoir yet.
Yes, a re-read is in order. Wish me good luck.

so relatable ( )

La náusea es la primera novela filosófica del filósofo francés Jean Paul Sartre. Es el resultado de todo el período de su formación, especialmente ligado a su estadía en Alemania (Maison Académique Française de Berlin: 1933-1934), a su discipulado de Edmund Husserl y de la escuela fenomenológica, y, al mismo tiempo, al estudio minucioso, que tanto influyó en él, de lo que hasta ese momento había publicado Martin Heidegger. ( )

glorified teenage angst ( )

The obsessiveness in Nausea is dull yet compelling. Unlike most ontological literature, your appreciation for it will depend on a lifetime habit of deflecting existential dread with a genuine preoccupation of the world around you; and, more importantly, on your final choice to cultivate your essence regardless.
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