Catching up on this thread - I finished the Maddadam trilogy by Margaret Attwood, which was enjoyable, but a bit loosely-written, in as much as I kept losing focus. Very topical though.
Read Kirk Douglas's autobiog The Ragman's Son, after a mate posted some allegations on FB about him following his death. He's always been a bit of a hero to me, so I thought I'd educate myself. Wish I hadn't now. He's a man of a certain generation with a bit of a fucked up childhood, and his ideas about masculinity and women left me not only cold, but open-mouthed with disgust. It was interesting to read, but has completely changed how I see him now. I didn't go into it with rose-tinted specs, but I wasn't expecting some of the stuff he came out with, at all. And some of it bordered on fucking paedophilia.
Also devoured Viv Albertine's Clothes Clothes Clothes Music Music Music Boys Boys Boys, which was an absolute joy, so much detail about that time, her honesty matches my own, and I couldn't put it down.
I started trying to read The Italian by Ann Radcliffe, on
Sprocket. 's recommendation, and mate - I'm sorry but it's pretty much unreadable
The sentence structure is ridiculously complex (yeh I know I know, 1797 and that), there's far too much unnecessary detail about landscapes and people and EVERYTHING, and I was struggling to read it and enjoy it, so it's binned for now. It would be perfect for literary analysis, there's tons I could write about it in an essay, but for pure enjoyment? Nah.
I read the 'Coronaverses: Poems from the Pandemic' anthology, in which I have two poems. All the poems in it were written in the first 2 weeks of lockdown and capture that time perfectly. Even now, reading them feels like they happened a long time ago, so much has changed since then. Worth picking up a copy if you can, as all profits go to the We Shall Overcome movement, helping homeless folk to eat and live.
Currently awaiting Bird Cloud: A Memoir Of Place by Annie Proulx (squee! I didn't even know it existed til last week!), annnnd Olive Kitteridge: A Novel in Stories, by Elizabeth Strout, as it looks like it's up my street.