Existential yet it feels natural, dread

How beautiful it is when we see the other's gaze upon us and it seems agreeable to us, but remove those mirrors and for once we start depending on the audience's gaze, and terror strikes within us.

Oh how we tend to downplay our freedom, our existence our very essence just to have someone else play the judge. Human beings are such fascinating creatures indeed. Sartre you marvelous little genius.

After 2 years I finally read it and in one sitting. I finally read at least one book of each of my holy trinity philosopher and I’m the happiest. This play got me on the edge the whole time waiting to know what’s next.

Hell is indeed other people

HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE!

need to queen out with estelle

No Exit - four stars, fun as shit The rest- ehhhhHHHHHH

Sartre, an atheist, imagines hell. It's got the marks of existentialist despair, and ultimately the hell of No Exit is very earthly: there is no mythical-ness to it, it just is.

I absolutely LOVED this. What a fantastic depiction of what Sartre believes the afterlife, hell to be. I wholeheartedly agree; hell is other people, indeed.

HELL IS—OTHER PEOPLE. Not logging this as a book for the reading challenge due to its brevity (this took me like twenty minutes to get through) but it was quite good. (May 4th, 2021) I logged The Yellow Wallpaper, I'm logging this. (December 1st, 2021)

hell 👏 is 👏 other 👏 people 👏

Nicer than I thought it'd be. Well actually I wasn't really expecting anything. I love stories about hell, people who're locked up together ( like "and then there would be none" by Christie A.) I didn't thought it'd be about that but it actually makes sense when you read the title. Anyways lovely book, nicely written and very quick read( less than an hour)

4,5 “ Je ne suis ni le maître ni l’esclave, Jupiter. Je suis ma liberté. À peine m’as-tu créé que j’ai cessé de t’appartenir. “ Huis Clos portant sur l’enfer est ma pièce favorite de ce livre. “ Je vous dis que tout étais prévu. Ils avaient prévu que je me tiendrais devant cette cheminée, pressant ma main sur ce bronze, avec tous ces regards sur moi. [...] Alors, c’est ça l’enfer. Je n’aurais jamais cru ... Vous vous rappelez: le soufre, le bûcher, le gril ... Ah! Quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril: l’enfer, c’est les Autres. ”

I read this play in high school, and I wanted to read it again because it was so memorable. It was so creative to think that hell can be a room with the people that annoy you most. And you don't really understand their punishment at first until you get to know the characters. And then it becomes most obvious that hell is in fact, other people.

Always a delight to read Sartre. I don't think I'll ever not be amused by his ability to pack so much meaning into a seemingly frivolous dialogue - or even the entire play, for that matter. I would say he's ahead of his time, but I think his words rang true back in the day, they ring true today, and they will ring true in days to come.

"Hell is the others."