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.
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.
