The Street of Crocodiles and Other Stories (Penguin Classics)

Admittedly, I only read the title story, about 1/3 of the entire collection, but I figured this counted as something. The language is lovely, especially at the beginning where it hit me like a sudden downpour. Schulz was an undisputed master of language. Despite the story's richness, it was a struggle to read. Each chapter was a vignette without story; the whole added up to a bunch of nonsense. The only way I could make it through was to treat it like poetry, reading one piece at a time, slowly, focusing mostly on the language.