Existential novellas where a man suffers tremendously but the author does not push an ideology or “official answer” on the reader?

Two examples:

1: “Death of Ivan Ilych”, Leo Tolstoy.

2: “Notes from Underground”, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Both involve contemplation, albeit different endings, yet neither saying “X is correct, Y is wrong”— there’s room to interpret and enough moral grey areas to make for an interesting story of a suffering man.