Man Fiction

I'll give you a Frankenstein
for a Trial.

We can have our Moby Dicks
and eat Paradise Lost too.

I can confirm our Leaves of Grass
must get On the Road to suffer Infinite Jest.

Our Foundation is wired in series
unlike our parallel White Noise.

The Count of Monte Cristo 
solidifies our haste for revenge.

Our Call of the Wild rains upon
their Confederacy of Dunces.