Adventures in Immediate Irreality is a very modern book; if you had told me it was published this year, I would've quite earnestly believed it. This peculiar novella from 1936 offers a very microscopic and curious observation of the sensations and how we engage with the things around us. It's a very odd thing: the unnamed narrator moving in and out of the world he occupies.

I read the english translation, so I can't comment on the quality of the translation. However, it had a few interesting quirks (i.e translating what I presume to be the word  vanity as toilet) but it never detracted from the quality of the prose itself. I rather enjoyed the writing: it was both detailed and meandering, but directed very intentionally. Such as a camera framing a photo shoot. 

This novella made me think, which is the most I could ask from it. It was a compelling read I had a hard time putting down.