I have managed to get through and come out the other end of More Pricks Than Kicks by Samuel Beckett; a novel I think that the average reader might struggle to complete without a passing knowledge of Dublin and perhaps some previous acquaintance with Joyce or Flann O'Brien. I don't think I'll miss the sentences that last longer than most writers' paragraphs but it's an entertaining read.
I also just read Trevor Baylis's autobiography, Clock This, which was excellent.