It is a slender novel.

The anonymous narrator of Jean-Philippe Toussaint's slender fifth novel is plagued by a very modern quandary: to watch or not to watch?

This slender first novel, a pulsing psychological portrait of a German woman trapped in a dismal marriage, is hard not to consume in one sitting.

But the vaporous presences that float through this slender and anaemic first novel by a notable poet would appear to support the claim.

A nameless protagonist grapples with aging, physical decline and impending death in this slender, elegant novel.

The African-American experience is passed through history, batonlike, in Calvin Baker's slender first novel.

In this slender novel, an 18th-century German prince mobilizes the collective mental powers of his subjects to create an elaborate imaginary city.

Though the cast is large for such a slender novel, each individual is strikingly defined with wit and measured sympathy.

I think there must be a story or two, and even one of his more slender novels, which, unaccountably, I have not yet read.