I read it years ago so the details are hazy but I still think about it often. Does a really good job depicting what it’s like to be a human trapped in your own body and mind, and trying so hard to connect with another, but sometimes our own devices get in the way. how something as minor as indigestion can feel like an insurmountable and untimely occurence
A mainstay on my bookshelf that I re-read at least once a year, it unflinchingly portrays that feeling of listlessness and apathy (the titular nausea) that I think afflicts more of us than we’d care to admit. It’s existential, it’s systemic, it’s personal, it’s all around us - and on a more personal note, the ending with Anny never fails to hit home
I’m on an instagram break plus I like you guys more so please enjoy this painting I am proud of. Referencing Bosch‘s garden of earthly delights, specifically the third “Hell” panel ❤️🔥 acrylic and gouache on raw canvas!
