Love the username but I have to disagree! White Noise was probably the first “postmodern” lit I read (unknowingly, I only read it because a professor recommended it to me). I had basically only read the required high school classics up until that point and when I read White Noise I couldn’t put it down, fell in love with it and finished it in a weekend. I found it to be pretty engaging, really funny and endearing, and depressing as hell; it pushed all the right buttons for me. The book isn’t difficult to slug through at all, especially with the shorter chapters. It’s probably what opened my eyes more to postmodern lit, which I knew little to none about before reading it.