Book: Time's Arrow

By Martin Amis. Starts at the moment of the narrator's death. The narrator's awareness continues after his death, except that the narrative runs backward through the narrator's life. Literally. And not in the psuedo-backward Memento way. In order to eat, people sit on the toilet and suck the shit from the bowl. They then carefully remove the food from their mouths and reassemble them into sculpted dishes via a knife and fork. They then dismantle the scultpures and store them in boxes and cans on shelves until they sell them to supermarkets. People don't put hair gel in their hair. Their hair seems to excrete it into their hands, they bottle it up, and sell to the drug store.

Recommend: Oh, hell yeah. Read it in four hours. This is the only book I can imagine that could get away with having a narrator talk about a pimp punching the black eye off a prostitute's face. Need I say more?