I'm about halfway through The Bishop's Jeagers, a 1932 novel by Thorne Smith, a sort of comedy of mishaps. It starts with the six major characters getting dressed in the morning and their attitudes towards their respective drawers. The bishop, a harassed coffee magnate, his brassy secretary who had set her cap for him, his stuffy, high society fiance, a former model who is known as "Aspirin Liz," and a hapless pickpocket. They all end up on a New Jersey ferry, get lost in a fog, and at the current moment are stranded at a nudist colony.
Last book I read was Mostly Harmless, which (I'm repeating myself from elsewhere, but no mind), was rather depressing. Spoiler alert: it was as though Douglas Adams, to forestall against the possibility of ever being asked to write another Hitchhiker's novel, killed off most of the major characters and then, as an extra precaution, died himself.
People will believe anything, which means I will believe anything…I want to start believing in things that have shapeliness and harmony.
-Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.