Roadside Picnic, by the Strugatsky brothers.
Oh, good one.
I seem to remember seeing somewhere that it was closer to two thousand pages, but that makes your point even more valid.
Watch out for the mouse with a deep voice like Charlton Heston.
Testify. The building where I used to work was by an artificial lake that attracted geese, and I used to pass by it after getting off the city bus of a morning. One day I walked by a goose family, with some young goslings. One of the adults started coming toward me and hissing. I took the hint and went the long way around.
Pity she isn’t named Mrs. Cake. (Discworld reference.)
Well, thumb pianos are better than others.
No, I’m not sorry.
I read the book as a teenager. I think it was abridged, but still several hundred pages long.
I remember it’s about Russia.
That makes sense, actually.
Joe Haldeman comes to mind.
(I recommend googling it.)