The big bad book from Bleecker and the boys… this actually arrived during Dead Week, but whatevs. (And no ISBN, which has given the accessions department conniptions, and will likely present all sorts of challenges when it comes to citing the thing in academic contexts. Ah well.)

A delayed-in-the-mail batch of non-fiction, and presumably the last accessions of the year… perhaps even for a while? I think I need to stage some sort of intervention on myself, this habit’s getting out of hand.

This second-hand selection is brought to you live from the National Museum in Stockholm, where I have reconvened with L____ after she kindly turned me loose in a local oddball bookstore before retreating to a cafe. S’how you know it’s love, innit?

A double-drop catch-up from the accessions department. First batch were bought last weekend. WicDiv #3 because I’ve started and feel I want to continue; the Rian Hughes because I bought XX some time last year in hardback and the sheer mass of the thing keeps putting me off starting it, so figured maybe The Black…

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…