The book Kleinzeit, by Russell Hoban is not very readable, and is far inferior to his more faous book Ridley Walker. But it has more personification than I've seen any any other text. Buildings are live, colors, god and death are both living breathing and seemingly mortal characters... yet he describes them so aptly in their "human" trappings.
last paragraph chapter 8:
"Hospital said nothing, had no quips and cranks and wanton wiles. Hispital huge, bigger than any sky, grey-faced, stony faced in the rough clothes of the prison, the madhouse, Tom o'Bedlam. hospital waiting, treading its bedlam round in thick boots. Hospital mute, gigantic, with thick empty hands."
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