My current reading project is Catch-22 by Joseph Heller. I'm pretty sure I remember seeing a copy at home, although I never read it then. A friend of mine has been raving about it not too long ago, and I guess it moved into my to-read pile then.
It's a bleakly funny book. Bleak mainly in that it's largely the most evil or venal characters who seem to prosper. Good men are either weak and easily dominated (Major Major, the chaplain) or fatally naive (Nately, Clevinger). Yossarian is stronger, but he seems locked into an inescapable pattern. Like the one that gives the novel its name.
From a contemporary viewpoint, it is striking that there aren't really any female characters. Woman appear, but they're described almost entirely in terms of tits and ass. Fondly remembered tits and ass, but still. If this is forgiveable, it's because that does seem to characterize the experiences of the World War II generation. It's a side-effect of being abducted from the everyday and thrust into an all-male environment.