The Brummstein by Peter Adolphsen (translated by Charlotte Barslund)

This isn't really a novel, not even a novella. It's a short story. A singularly pointless short story. I don't think the problem had anything to do with the translation (from Danish) - it is just a stupid, non-story. There is no plot; there is only a succession of boring characters over a period of a hundred years or so who for some reason hang on to a pebble which the first one carried out of a cave. It vibrates, but it is never explained.

Really, don't bother. This was a complete waste of 99 cents.