Les Fruits d'Or
I was struck, while reading this, by the fact that the only action in this book is literally the text, and this happens in a way severely different from other authors who attempt the same goal. There are "things" that happen in the "plot," of course, but these things do not move any sort of mimetic narrative forward, rather, these "things" move the text forward. However, despite this insistence upon the novel as text, writing, what you end up 'getting out of' the novel upon it's close is really more of an idea than a technique: you are confronted with the issue of empty criticism, social class elitism, intellectual snobbery. There are no lines drawn in terms of this is bad or this is good, but you view these things at the point of view of the text and so you become actively engaged in, basically, trying to determine bullshit. You experience embarrassment, you have to make your own decisions regarding the cultural worth of an apocryphal work. But it's in such an unselfconscious level, Sarraute's intense control is almost incredible.