If you think nanofiction or micro-novels are a new thing, you probably haven't read The Beautifull Cassandra by Jane Austen.
It is a "novel" of 12 chapters, with each chapter consisting of a single sentence. Cassandra gets into some bad business, too: she steals a bonnet, knocks down a pastry cook, and refuses to pay a cab driver. It's one of Austen's pieces of juvenilia, and shows that her sense of humor was already well developed as a child. I give it two thumbs up!