Ah, Pale Fire by Nabokov, which is odd but brilliant. I've no idea what it was about. I'm not sure anyone else does, other than it's metameta.
If it helps, Jess, south London's only vampire librarian, once had to use a copy of Sartre's Being and Nothingness to bash the brains out of entire roomful of zombies. Zombies being so slow and useless meant she had time to read it first.