Just Finished: 'The Old Capital' by Yasunari Kawabata. Precise, delicate, steeped in meaning, not all of which is apparent to the Western eye. Perhaps to the point were the undercurrent of emotions and restrained reactions of the characters could be misinterpreted as being almost clinical. A kind of literary equivalent of a Japanese Tea ceremony I guess. Impressive stuff.
Next up: Not totally sure yet, but probably 'garden, ashes' by Danilo Kis.