Yesterday, I finished an actual novel written by Warren Ellis, called Crooked Little Vein. It's gonzo fiction, something of a detective story, sort of, and something of a love story, sort of. Hard to describe. Rather profane, in places.
Earlier today, I finished another book by Anthony Bourdain, called The Bobby Gold Stories, basically another crime novel by him that has a vague attachment to the world Bourdain knows, i.e. restaurant kitchens. When he describes that, he does it brilliantly.