One of the main problems is that it is so hard to care about some of the people in this book today, for example, Merleau-Ponty, Nathalie Sarraute, and Paul Nizan. And Sartre is just not a likable person. His griping really can be a bit much, I said, griping.
His complaints about Albert Camus also ring false. Of the two men, I leave no doubt who I would support: Camus, no problem. Sartre made excuses for Stalinist Russia for way too long. Ideologies can be dangerous, as we are witnessing today with the so-called "conservative" or "libertarian" movement.
There were a few essays on famous artists. I especially liked the one about Giacometti. Here is a quote:
"Some have painted the chestnut tree beneath my window as a round quivering unity, while others have painted the leaves one by one, with every vein. Do I see a leafy mass or a multiplicity? Leaves or foliage? In reality, I see both, but not quite either one, with the result that I am tossed from one point of view to the other. I certainly do not see leaves, since I am incapable of seeing each one of them in its entirety. Just as I am about to apprehend them, they escape, and when I am about to apprehend the foliage, it decomposes. In short, what I see is teeming cohesion, contained dispersal. Now try and paint that!"