Georges Perec's Life: A User's Manual is a wonder. His 99 chapters are brief little vignettes into the moments of various tenants' lives inside an apartment complex at 11 Rue Simon-Crubellier, written with incredibly minute care. In the very same way, every piece of artwork in each of these scenes (every single chapter as far as I can remember contained at least one piece of art) is described, melding action and physical atmosphere into uniform thoughts in a way that I've never seen done before. I honestly cannot describe this with success and reading what I have just written only fills me with annoyance as it is not doing what I'd like.
The main component that everything (plot, narrative, structure) in this book revolves around is the puzzle, but I am happy to say that it is not in the obvious sense of puzzle-as-mystery with the conclusion being a big reveal. This book ends quietly but with accomplish and care, owing hours of work leading to the finish. It is an experience, both visually and strategically. While reading it, I often thought of it as every story that a writer would like to write, compiled into one, and because of this, it never leaves the reader bored (adventure, romance, history, emotion, it's got it all).
I have been on the cusp of finishing this brick of a book for about 2 weeks now and have finally made it, with the same relief that Bartlebooth must have felt upon completion of his puzzles. I will, no doubt, reach for another challenge immediately afterwards as he did, though with this trace of proof left behind instead of the artist's habit of erasure.