Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett
This is a much more descriptive title.
Yes, nothing happens. But suprisingly, a lot can be said without plot movement. Do you read this as a modernist work? or a Postmodernist work?
Indeed, and this work would be utterly meaningless if anything happened in it. As for me, this is definitely one of those times I am torn when it comes to the distinction between modernism and early postmodernism. I often too quickly put anything so cynical and crushing in the postmodern category, but I definitely see it fitting with the nihilistic tradition of some modernists.