Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre
It was a narrative, kind of like a person writing in a journal. He dealt with questions about what is reality and experience. It was a story of him living his life, going about the things you do in life and commenting about people and what they must be thinking or feeling. The person held himself up as being smarter, and as a result of being smarter had to deal with things that regular people don’t bother themselves with. He was a lonely soul having no real friends, but one old flame.
This is one of the books in Daria’s Reading List that I’m working on getting through.