Vladimir Nabokov’s Transparent Things is a lovely read. The Kindle sample caught me right at the start, and it’s delightfully short and can be read in one sitting. Despite its brevity, it’s a well-written novel with the same flowing prose and long paragraphs, both interspersed with asides and ambiguous changes in subject, that make me miss David Foster Wallace. It’s only 120 pages, so buy a copy and just read it already.
