In 2015 I read JR by William Gaddis.
I've been trying for about a month to think of how I might best put into words the experience of reading this book.
This is the closest I can come to doing it justice:
This book is the literary equivalent of Jacques the Fatalist snorting a pile of stimulants and running screaming through the 60s and 70s. It is breathless and heartbreaking and hilarious.