A domestic chiller about a young family’s brush with an unidentified stalker, the story is menacing enough to keep the pages turning, and astute enough about rocky relationships to make even the narrator wince.
This is one of the greatest literary works of all time, I think. It's brilliantly mysterious and ambiguous to the end, and I love Bartleby. He's a gloomier version of Ferris Bueller - absolutely determined not to do any work, no matter how much others think he ought to.
