Eighth Air Force, Donald Miller - chunky & visceral history of American bombers in Europe. Standard modern day World War II history fare.
The End of Mr Y, Scarlett Thomas - good holiday reading - not the most likeable characters (a bit perfect-for-being-imperfect) but a decent page-turner plot similar in some ways to The Raw Shark Texts.
The Last Godfathers, John Follain - I’d read his earlier history of the Corleonesi (A Dishonoured Society), this turned out just to be an update with the last ten years’ activity. Decent mix of fact and sensationalism.
Spitfire: Portrait of a Legend, Leo McKinstry - worryingly over-enthusiastic, anally detailed history, endorsed bizarrely by both Jeremy Paxman and Jeremy Clarkson. Not a keeper.
The Complete Yes Minister, Lynn & Jay - always a good read.
Looking For Jake, China Mieville - easily digestible short story collection, mostly on an urban dystopian horror theme. Occasionally the stories are a little underdeveloped, but some lovely sinister ideas.
Nemesis, Max Hastings - okay. Not a bad potted history of the close of World War II against Japan, some interesting coverage of the war in China, but a bit skimpy and disconnected.
And the picks of the last few weeks:
Un Lun Dun, China Mieville - fantastic children’s novel just as good for adults. Unsurprisingly not particularly in-depth but fantastically rich - Neverwhere meets Jumanji meets Harry Potter, sort of.
Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman - had been putting this off for ages, not as good as American Gods but still a nicely imaginative read. Something about his occasional jokes and the typeface used in every Gaiman book does annoy me, strangely.
Glass Books of the Dream Eaters, G W Dahlquist - amusingly overblown Victoriana - Sherlock Holmes with sex and violence. Like a slightly more serious version of Mark Gatiss’ Lucifer Box novels.
Soon I Will Be Invincible, Austin Grossman - a real tribute to every superhero and supervillain cliche, action-packed, thoughtful, with added pathos and a real sense of sympathy and comic timing (“why does nobody fear my blaster?”). Doctor Impossible is one of my favourite characters in recent reads.
And coming up now:
Number 9 Dream, David Mitchell - I’ve recently become a huge fan of his. If this is half as good as Ghostwritten or The Cloud Atlas I’ll be happy.
The Complete Yes Prime Minister, Lynn & Jay - some reliable satirical relief.
Wonder Boys, Michael Chabon - it doesn’t look as gripping as The Yiddish Policeman’s Union, as epic as The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay or as gently affectionate as The Final Solution, but since I’ve liked all the other books of his I’ve read I felt obliged to give it a try.
A Game of Thrones, George R R Martin - I really don’t like fantasy novels, but a friend insisted I try it. So far very “meh”, but I’ll persevere.
Total Chaos, Jean-Claude Izzo - impulse purchase today; a hard-boiled Marseillaise cop thriller (I’m a sucker for gritty, seedy non-Anglo detective stuff - Chantal Pelletier, Pablo Ignacio Taibo II, etc).