You'd think that an old Marxist like Sartre wouldn't be a
class snob, but the flesh of the bourgeoisie is weak. I suppose
as a reader I was not able to wholly identity with the narrator of
The Fall. I may understand his general condition without fully
empathizing with it. Maybe this shows that there is never a
complete communication between author and reader, with
neither one being at fault. It seems that Camus had more success
in the theater than poor old Flaubert.
Sartre, de Beauvoir-- they all grew up with servants in the home.
Whereas, Camus father was killed in World War 1, so he was launched into severe poverty. His mother supported him cleaning toilets and they had to live with his paternal grandmother. He got his education on scholarship. (La bourse).