I'm still working my way through A Choice of Catastrophes on the non-fiction side, but apart from that I'm currently between books. I'll see what takes my fancy when I go through the monthly reading challenge prompts tomorrow.

During the week, I had a shot at Flann O'Brien's The Third Policeman, which had been rather imprecisely described to me as a comedy: it's dark and absurd, and I didn't find anything to laugh at in it - I didn't like the protagonist much, even before the murder, but I empathised with his haplessness too much to find him laughable - and I packed it in before it got as far as the first policeman.