Pale Fire had a few.

Welcome to Night Vale, by Joseph Fink and Jeffery Cranor. Could not finish it. It made me mad enough to give it away as soon as I gave up on it, I didn’t even want to look at it.

I love literary fiction, surrealism, and all that that implies. I love having to wrack my brain to understand the sequence of words the author is putting in front of me. Not all the time, I read straightforward narratives to cool down between complex stuff. I’m saying this to qualify that I know what good surrealism feels like and that was not good surrealism. I don’t know what that was. It felt like a 10th grader who likes to think of themselves as an intellectual wrote it.