Snuff, domestic Sam and Sybil, even though I still don't know why it's called Snuff. Also am still blinkety-blink that one goblin's sweet music could change the attitude of people worldwide. Paul Robeson sang like an angel and black people were still lynched. Wishful thinking, Sir Terry.
The Postern of Fate
-- because Sunday was a washout and I wanted a Christie cozy. Should have remembered she couldn't do spies and international intrigue ever, which is what Tommy and Tuppence are about, and her later works were baggy beyond belief. A pity, because it started so promising with that schoolboy's cypher.
Aside from the perennials- though I might drop Underground because Murakami has stopped quoting people's accounts and started analyzing the Japanese psyche-
Power, Medieval People
-- a classic of social history, from 95 years ago, and not nearly as oogey in its attitudes as one might expect from that period. From my mother's library, a frail paperback but light in the backpack.
Emmerich and Matsunaga, Read real Japanese fiction: short stories by contemporary writers
-- an easy way to brush up on my Japanese, I thought, and easier than I thought, because it has facing-page notes that basically translate everything. This is more instructive as a primer in what's allowed in translating, and I find it a bit intrusive ie instead of puzzling a sentence out or looking up vocab in the dictionary in back, I read the notes. Bad me. Its main draw is a story by Kawakami Hiromi, as odd as promised. The library has some of her other work translated but they all seem to be about the woman and her highschool teacher, which no. I'd rather read about walking with bears.
-- Zen Cho's should be out soon, and the next Hyakku Yakki as well.