Balzac's whack structures.

I'm still reading that one Balzac novel, and like three-quarters of the way through, it turns into an epistolary novel for like twenty pages or so, though only with the letters that a new wife sends her mother!

And, it's the same book where the namesake character doesn't even appear till a third of the way in.

It's just structurally wacky, but I kind of like it.  Very random, and not all that big a deal and actually kind of interesting if you just roll with it.

I feel like you wouldn't get that sort of thing from someone who tortured themself over their prose style, instead of his focus on social detail and social situations.

I like the generic freedom.