Not many: my reading is falling apart; and I’m not at all confident it’ll get better next month – too much to do otherwise; – although, on saying that, I’ve a lot of books on the go where I’m quite close to the end.
Not much to mention beyond what I’ve already said – I seemed to have written quite a bit about these already. The Piccolomini turned out much better than Wallenstein’s Camp.
I’m getting worried about the Obooki Prize: I’ve started a lot of books by living writers recently, but I don’t really feel convinced about any of them. Perhaps it won’t get awarded at all this year: – but then, there’s always an old favourite or two I might be able to fall back on if desperate.