[********] Tolstoy! How many goddamn pages does it take to describe some miserable saps sitting on a bench waiting for a train? I especially hate it when antiquated literature gets bogged down in lengthy inner monologues Mother ******** worked sixteen hours a day six days a week and they jabbered in their heads THAT much? I always was amused by Kipling's ejaculations, though, being a boy and probably never going to quite grow up.
Camus' The Stranger (which inspired the Cure song "Killing an Arab"wink and The Plague are the ones I read and are fond of.