What are some quiet literary novels that linger in your mind for days afterward?

I finished What the Night Carries by Mari Hoshino a couple of days ago and I’ve been struggling to find another book that inhabits that same quiet emotional space.

It reminded me a little of Ishiguro at his most restrained, or some of Hiromi Kawakami’s work, but even quieter somehow. The prose never forces emotion, which honestly made certain moments hit harder.

I think what affected me most is that the novel trusts silence. So much contemporary literary fiction feels anxious to explain itself, whereas this book just lets emotion accumulate gradually in the background until you suddenly realize how devastated you are.

Would love recommendations for novels with a similar feeling, i.e., subdued, reflective, emotionally restrained but quietly overwhelming. Doesn’t necessarily have to be Japanese literature either.