I read Haruki Murakami's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle this year, and I was transfixed from beginning to end. It captured an indescribable something so effectively, and the novel as a whole felt like a solid punchline to a premise set by 20th century absurdism. I read Camus' L'etranger. I enjoyed Camus' L'etranger. Murakami shattered my expectation of what a languid, dream-like narration can accomplish. It was like if David Lynch wrote a novel with a point.
Let me know what you think about What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, it's been on my radar :)