First I'll nominate
Concrete Island by J.G. Ballard. It's the first thing that popped into my mind when I heard about this topic. It's sort of a modern-day psychological take on Robinson Crusoe.
Goodreads 178 pages, 1974, England
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On a day in April, just after three o'clock in the afternoon, Robert Maitland's car crashes over the concrete parapet of a high-speed highway onto the island below, where he is injured and, finally, trapped. What begins as an almost ludicrous predicament in Concrete Island soon turns into horror as Maitland - a wickedly modern Robinson Crusoe - realizes that, despite evidence of other inhabitants, this doomed terrain has become a mirror of his own mind. Seeking the dark outer rim of the everyday, Ballard weaves private catastrophe into an intensely specular allegory.
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