K K K من عند Perna, بولندا
I read this back in 2007 and just saw it on my shelf and remembered how it gave me a lot to think about, in a troubling, creepy kind of way. Having forgotten the specifics, I reread it and loved it just as much as before. And am still creeped out by it.
And, again, in 1988, and again in 2003 (?). It's a Great Book.