In Melville's Bartleby the Scrivener, the narrator is stuck in a precarious situation. While this story is a little long for the type it is, to me it fels like Melville is doing a close reading in character development and playing with a staunch situation. Anyone can write about action, movement, things happening at a pace. But when you are staring at a brick wall for an hour, little changes. So Melville presents us with three completely different characters that are so peculiar, yet they do nothing. And the one dry, bland, virtually invisible character gets all the attention by the narrator.
In a short aside, I do like how Melville plays with the narrator's emotions and how they range in this story from like to dislike, anger to pity. And mostly all INSIDE his head.