If you like short stories, I recommend
Appetite by
Saïd Sayrafiezadeh. It's about a guy who is a waiter and his adventures, if you will. The thing I loved the most about this story is that he describes almost everything I've ever felt about work (anywhere - retail in particular, but some of it goes for the office, too). The opening scene where the main character wants to ask for a raise is painfully vivid (in a good way). Also, the character has a dream, but instead of faking out the reader by having something good happen and then PSYCH!! waking up, the author accurately describes a confusing jumble of memories and TV shows, and conversations that might have been. When the character wakes up and realizes he's been asleep instead of watching TV, instead of feeling played, I think, "aww, that's happened to me too."
What bothers me about modern literary fiction in general (and what happened with this particular story also), is that sometimes nothing really happens. There are a bunch of good characters who flash back and dream and interact, but when it comes to the ending, I'm left feeling a bit ... blah. I will tell you that I'm totally lost when it comes to symbolism, and that might be holding me back with the genre. Someone please clue me in: when reaching the end, am I supposed to feel something other than, "huh. Well ... that's it, I guess"?
