Dag Solstad's "Novel 11, Book 18"

Only other novel on Kindle. Hope more are forthcoming.:)

Also, to some degree, riffing on Ibsen's The Wild Duck.

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Excerpt:

Oh, that sun shining in through the municipal curtains on the window of this doctor's office at the Kongsberg Hospital! Those nauseating sunbeams in the window frame. The translucent glass in the rectangular windowpanes, sponged down every day as part of the aura of security a hospital must radiate in societies like ours. He was a bit ashamed of his words, for it offended him that a man past fifty spoke about death, and now he had done so himself, loud and clear. A man of thirty can do so, for his death is a disaster, from whatever viewpoint it is seen, being snatched away from his career in one gulp, but for him, Bjorn Hansen, who had recently turned fifty, death would only be the natural conclusion of a natural process, albeit somewhat early, statistically, and so he simply had to put up with it all, without a whimper, done is done, and the race moves on towards its natural conclusion.