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…

Bit of feminist social history, why not? Three copies, because I volunteered to do a bulk order for what will be the next title tackled by our casual book group. Hoping that reading a non-fiction piece will somewhat reduce my tendency to ramble on about technique and narratology… but based on previous form, it’s not…

The Ford because it’s one of those sf novels that I’ve often heard spoken highly of, and it was just there on the shelf while browsing the bookstore, so why not? The shiny-shiny how-to-future guide from Danish design/strategy outfit Bespoke is… ah, something like market research?

The long awaited tenth volume of Saga finally washed up on Swedish shores yesterday (and proved very much worth the wait). And I couldn’t pass up a collection of stories by the Magus of Northampton, though I am somewhat trepiditious: I acquired Jerusalem ages ago, but never managed to get more than a quarter through…

An assortment.