Sartre was a powerful thinker, yus. But for my taste, bad novelist. I like his non-fiction essays. But Nausea, a narrative about a man going through a midlife crisis while writing a history book is somewhat bland. And with this lack of intrinsic knowledge the book seems to claim, Sartre still, against all odds, finds a way to show how much better the character Anton (whom I just assumed is based on Sartre himself) than any of the other characters who are ignorant. I highly recommend reading Buber in the spring time in a wooded area.