Last weekend, I finished reading 'The Sirens of Titan' by Kurt Vonnegut. It's a bit daft and entirely implausible, but I enjoyed it all the same .
Then the other day, I started on 'Not Dead Enough' by Peter James. I hated it, trying to be slick and contemporary and obviously working to formula. Managed about thirty pages and gave up. It should go back to being pulp.
A couple of days ago I began on Ross Macdonald's 'The Goodbye Look'. This is a great crime thriller in typical American style, up there with Raymond Chandler.