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    <body><![CDATA[In 1964 <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= Jean-Paul Sartre" title=" Jean-Paul Sartre"> Jean-Paul Sartre</a> declined the <a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2001/nobel.100/overview.html">Nobel Prize in Literature</a>. Also, in 1964, his short autobiography, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= Les Mots" title=" Les Mots"> Les Mots</a> (<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= The Words" title=" The Words"> The Words</a>), was published. In it he writes: &quot;never have I thought that I was the happy possessor of a 'talent'...what remains? A whole man, composed of all men and as good as al...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/12994790">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This is Jean-Paul Sartre's brief autobiography about the impact the printed word had on his life. The book is divided into two sections, the first is titled &quot;Reading,&quot; and the second &quot;Writing,&quot; and I think that's an excellent summary of his life. Sartre recounts his early childho...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/34786471">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Autobiography of Sartre, 0-10 yrs of age. He is a cousin of Albert Schweitzer. His father died before he was born, and he reasons that he was born without a superego. Words and books became his life. Lovely book with an appropriate account a great writer's formidable experiences.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Inilah sebuah buku yang mengantarkan saya pada masa kanak-kanak yang ranum, dikelilingi buku-buku, dan peran serta citra diri di dunia yang akan datang. Sartre kecil dalam beberapa hal adalah diri saya sendiri. Diberkati dengan berlimpah bacaan, hasrat snob untuk tenggelam dalam dunia muram nan penu...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3205485">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This shit is pretty good. Sartre is smart. What more can i say?  This is about his childhood. i dont know how he remembers so much shit. maybe he is a robot? maybe i am a robot?  the key here: sartre is an awesome writer. Thats enough.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Probably the easiest of Sartres work. It's autobiographical and yet reads like a novel.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Powerful, sweet, masterful, one of the most personal 'memoirs' I've ever read. Exquisite.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I loathe my childhood and all that reamins of it ......]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I loved this one - the premise is that it is written from the perspective of a baby as he grows up and goes through life but is completely self aware in his motivations etc. Once you accept the premise it's funny and brilliant. Someone told me that's what it was before I read it so I didn't have any...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/13160273">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&quot;Le lecteur a compris que je déteste mon enfance et tout ce qui en survit.&quot; Loin de l'autobiographie conventionnelle qui avec nostalgie ferait l'éloge des belles années perdues, il s'agit ici pour Sartre d'enterrer son enfance au son d'un requiem acerbe et grinçant. Au-delà de ce regard aigu et distant qu'il porte sur ses souvenirs et qui constitue la trame de l'ouvrage et non pas son propos, l'auteur s'en prend à l'écrivain qui germe en lui. Pêle-mêle, il rabroue et piétine les illusions d'une vocation littéraire, le mythe de l'écrivain, la sacralisation de la littérature dans un procès dont il est à la fois juge et partie. Ainsi, &quot;l'écrivain engagé&quot; dénonce ce risible sacerdoce, cette religion absurde héritée d'un autre siècle. <blockquote>Du crépuscule à l'aube, un travailleur en chambre avait lutté pour écrire une page immortelle qui nous valait ce sursis d'un jour. Je prendrais la relève : moi aussi, je retiendrais l'espèce au bord du gouffre par mon offrande mystique, par mon oeuvre. </blockquote> On ne peut s'empêcher de sourire devant tant d'ironie, et l'on sent l'auteur s'y amuse aussi lorsque, avec cette langue parfaite et cette brillante érudition, il joue les pasticheurs. <em>--Lenaïc Gravis et Jocelyn Blériot</em> ]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I bought this book to get better at French, and I was quite surprised that Sartre could write in such an &quot;easy&quot; language, since I had olny read a part of &quot;Das Sein und das Nichts&quot; in German. However, the language of it is still not easy enough for me to read it fluently.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Soit lucide, soit obscur, c'est un chef-d'œuvre très passionant et parfois poétique. C'est aussi un vrai plaisir à lire; c'est-a-dire que ce n'est pas du tout un devoir, ce qui n'est pas exactement vrai de tous les livres de Sartre. ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I am probably not smart enough to recognize the brilliance of this book.  All it did was make me worry that my son, who is a very early reader, will have an insane interior life like Sartre did.  And a wall-eye.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Eloquent, shows the highest mastery over words (book is very aptly named), cleverly constructed sentences to evoke very particular sentiments, mildly egocentric ( but, he's a philosopher so I'll let it slide)]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[این اثر سارتر با نام &quot;کلمات&quot; توسط حسینقلی جواهرچی به فارسی برگردانده شده و در 1351 چاپ و منتشر شده است]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I never had much interest in Sartre, but after reading this I am rather in awe of his intellect.  I may even find myself bored enough someday to read &quot;Nausea&quot;.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This book is Sartre's Biography. So amazing, cause he talked much about his background which impact his thinking of exsistentialism. ]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Very existentialist - what did you expect? But brilliantly written, fantastic imagery, and maybe I should read it in French next.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[i probably would have liked it more if i had a stronger grasp on my french..  probably should have read it in english!   =]]]></body>
    
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