I recently read Chuck Palahniuk's Invisible Monsters. One of those narratives that are so wild they could never happen. Dialogues that are so ridiculous I can't help but read them aloud hoping to hear them spoken. Usually my favourite quality about books is not the main story, but the back story. The story is about a girl, a former model with family problems and an intense hatred toward her homosexual brother. Oh, and she has recently had half her face shot off. That's the foreground. The background is about how we are all products, obsessed with ourselves.

The girl offers a golden anniversary couple in matching Hawaiian shirts a selection of canapes from a silver tray, but the couple and everyone else in their double knits and camera necklaces, they're staring up and to the right at something off camera.
       You know it's the monitor.
        It's eerie, but what's happening is folks are staring at themselves in the monitor staring at themselves in the monitor staring at themselves in the monitor, and on and on, completely trapped in a reality loop that never ends.

          - Chuck Palahniuk Invisible Monsters p. 118