Of course this would happen: In a world full of tweeps, somebody was bound to come up with a book called Twitterature, in which classic and popular novels are reduced to tweets. The back cover refers to the book as "the ultimate Cliffs Notes" with the wry observation that, "As great as the classics are, who has time to read those big, long books anyway?"
"From the Harry Potter series @NotoriousHP: Oh man, big tournament at my school!! PSYCHED! I hope nobody dies this year, and every year as if by clockwork."
"From The Hobbit @BilboBangin': This old dude want me to throw a party for some dwarves. Couldn't hurt. Plus, I'm gonna get WASTED."
"From Hamlet @OedipusGothplex: 2bornt2b? Can one tweet beyond the mortal coil?"
At least the University of Chicago undergrads who wrote the book acknowledge that Jack Kerouac would not tweet. And they do pillage works you might not expect, such as Nikolai Gogol's The Overcoat and Lord Byron's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage. But even with the helpful twitter glossary in the back, it's all just so bad. So very bad.