Kipling, Rudyard. Kim (1901). New York: Barnes & Noble Classics, 2003.

No good. Look at this paragraph:

He could see what the woman was about, but heard the clish-clash of her jewellery for many minutes. A match lit up the darkness; he caught the well-known purr and fizzle of grains of incense. Then the room filled with smoke—heavy, aromatic, and stupefying. Through growing drowse he heard the named of devils—of Zulbazan, Son of Eblis, who lives in bazars and paraos, making all the sudden lewd wickedness of wayside halts; of Dulhan, invisible about mosques, the dweller among the slippers of the Faithful, who hinders folk with their prayers; and Musboot, Lord of lies and panic. Huneefa, now whispering in his ear, now talking as from an immense distance, touched him with horrible soft fingers, but Mahbub's grip never shifted from his neck till, relaxing with a sigh, the boy lost his senses. (175)

I can't quite explain how that paragraph stands like an opaque monolith in front of me, much as the book as a whole did. It is 270 pages of paragraphs like that sprinkled between pages of back-and-forth dialogue, much of it without speaker-tags.

If this novel has a narrator he is extremely lax in his duties.