Well, Ulysses was a pain in the arse, one way or the other. I'm sure the total page-count of my 19th-Century novel class, not to mention those long-winded medieval poets, trumped it completely, but I merely referred to a single book. Oh wait, no, I lied. War and Peace was longer. But again, a single-novel class with additional readings.

Ahh, Pynchon. I still won't read him. He scares me.