New Fractured Europe from the Hutch shouldn’t need any justification.

The Hossain is almost extortionate for a mere novella thanks to Swedish pricing—close to 15GBP, at a rough estimate!—but I’m very fond of Hossain’s kinetic writing; his books are fun and irreverent and poppy, but leavened with sufficient cynicism that they stand outside the squeecore zone, at least as my tastes seem to map it.

Bought the first WicDiv some time back and largely forgot about it, so returning to it now to give it another, longer shot. (Actually got this batch of books yesterday, so have already read this one: good writing and great art, but also a sense of its belonging to a bye-gone age which is kinda jarring for something that’s not even a decade old… something to do with its critique of celebrity, which is not inaccurate but rather perhaps underplayed in hindsight? Perhaps the later collections in the series catch up with the context of their production in that regard… )