Last finished?
Brust, Hawk. Vlad can't ever catch a break, can he? Vlad doesn't deserve a break: discuss.
Reading now?
Still with the Kipling strange short stories. His attitudes may occasionally curl my hair, but. But. It says something that I can read him with ease and pleasure and not feel in the least futile while doing it, which I can't say about anyone else these days: so he's probably as masterly a short story writer as Gaiman says he is.
Next?
Adam Thorpe's Ulverton is on its way from the library. Am hoping to find it a stylistic tour-de-force on the lines of Joyce's Ulysses but not so culturally-freighted.