Queneau

 I found a copy of Excercises de Style yesterday at our used book store, The Dusty Bookshelf. I was looking to see whether there was any Murakami and came out with that instead. 

 A guy with a hat on and a long neck on a bus complains about another passenger jostling him Then finds an empty seat. The narrator later sees long-neck hat dude somewhere else, and a friend of long-neck tells him to sew a button on his overcoat.  

Raymond Queneau tells this banal story in 99 different ways. It is 1947, a classic of postmodern literature. Not knowing French very well is no obstacle for me to understand the concept here.  It makes me want to write something similar.