I just finished The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (ねじまき鳥クロニクル) by Haruki Murakami. Had to read it in English, of course, as it would have taken me 40 years to translate a book that big with my limited knowledge, and I'd probably have only understood a quarter of it if I was lucky.
Not for everyone, but a pretty amazing book, and one that hit me in very personal places for a number of reasons. I'll just say that by the end of it, I needed a smoke. I needed one during the last half hour of reading, so I went and got one and finished it after parking my car somewhere random on my way home from work.
Very surreal, very long and rambling, and not the kind of thing you can recommend to everyone, but an amazing novel for a variety of reasons. I loved every second of it.