I read this originally in French class, sometime during my storied high school career. Most of this famous existential work was read aloud in class, by a collection of students with a wide variety of accents and grasp of the French language. If I remember correctly, Lorne Ruffel's delivery was hilarious, but that might have been because he was pretending he was Soupy the Clown. Despite the fact that I was doing poorly in this class, I was secretly in love with my French teacher. (A fact I only now reveal for comic effect, but back then I would have been mortified if the world had known.)The novel is about the farcical nature of French justice, and the benefits of not washing.