Ürəkbulanma

Sartre's first novel, written as the diary of a historian in a provincial French town who begins to find the sheer existence of things unbearable — a pebble, a tree root, his own hand. The nausea of the title is that recognition.

It is the novel where existentialism arrives as something you feel before it is something you argue. Sartre later thought fiction carried the ideas better than his philosophy did, and this is the case for that.