Here are a few morsels taken from these interviews with the greatest thinker of the twentieth century:
Never felt guilty about anything ... slept in the same room as his mother till she betrayed him by remarrying ... substance abuser ... claimed to have escaped from POW camp, when in reality was liberated thanks to the influence of French fascist ... happy about the Nazi-Soviet pact ... supporter of USSR, Maoist China, Castro ... relaxed about political terror/bloodbaths in pursuit of the revolution ... defender of Kim Il Sung and the North Korean regime ... his war-time writing includes eulogy of German officers giving their seat to old ladies in the metro, and condemnation of allied airmen causing civilian casualties ... this winner of the Nobel prize for Literature describes his enemies as merde, foutu salaud, porc, crétin, con, imbécile ...
Read this book for the laughs; then give thanks that the left-wing consensus of that far-off age has long since crumbled. Whatever the technical accomplishment of his philosophical work, whatever his literary achievements (and I love The Age of Reason and Les Mains Sales), Sartre's personal moral qualities are straight from the sewer.