Some recent books what I haz read include...
Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage,
by Haruki Murakami
Not sure how to frame this as a review. Murakami is such a tricky author to pin down. Will a person that has never read any of his other books enjoy this book? Maybe. Will a person familiar with his work enjoy this book? Maybe. He changes up the style and content so drastically between books it really is hard to say. All I can really say is that this man is a genius and he does not write bad books. This is one of his less flashy ones but, perhaps, all the deeper as a result. Or is it just bland and uneventful? Much like a... colourless individual... who may or may not be struggling towards a thing...? Meh, wanky or not, I

Murakami and enjoyed this book... still hard to think how to wrap it up in a bow and "sell" it, mind.
How I Escaped My Certain Fate: The Life & Deaths of a Stand-Up Comedian,
by Stewart Lee
Finished this just recently and tis a belter. I can't deny that I am an absolute Stewart Lee fanboy (one of the finest stand-ups of all-time - not even slightly kidding) but even leaving that aside this is a fascinating book for anybody who enjoys and appreciates the art of comedy. It's always gonna be a hard-sell to those that just cannot stand him cos he does reprint the transcripts of three entire shows verbatim complete with extensive (and I really do mean extensive) footnotes... but for those interested in the workings of comedy - and I'd actually say that goes double and then some for those that find his work insufferable - this is unmissable. His writing is so good it pains me at times. And for those that just "don't get it" this should help immensely with the catch-up. I mean, they've got it over there and have now for quite some time now. We don't want to hold it against you... but it's starting to be a little embarrassing now. Not just for you but for your entire species... ... ... (you'll either get it now, after reading this book, after watching all of his live shows available back to back on repeat, or not at all... the latter of which would make me sad

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Snow Crash,
by Neal Stephenson
Is what I have most recently finished. Bit of a cyberpunk classic I never did get around to reading until now and I'm glad I did. There are definitely a few wobbly bits that haven't held up too well, and there are certainly some (frankly fairly significant) technical issues when it comes to extensive (way, way too extensive) exposition, but overall still very much worth a read for skiffy fans who, like me, missed out first time round. The plot is...
Ancient Aliens meets
Tron... kinda... sorta... And the characters are... knowingly ironic in a very 90s kinda way for sure (the hero, or protagonist if you will, is named Hiro Protagonist and his spunky, SK8RGRRL partner is named Y.T. (Yours Truly) so... yeah... so... early 90s)... But somehow he gets away with it cos it's just a joyful read. Humorous, prescient in many ways, and just rather satisfying all around. But also dated in that very specific way that only mid-era cyberpunk can be. If new to the genre this may be an "easy" inroad... but the more substantial and timeless works of other genre authors that precede and succede works such as this may be more ultimately satisfying. Well worth a read for established fans of the genre whom, like myself, missed it originally though... albeit a somewhat aged-before-its-time one.
The Quarry,
by Iain Banks
Is what I iz currently reading. I'd actually forgotten that Iain Banks died a few years back so this final and largely posthumous novel that - apparently entirely coincidentally - deals with the very subject of cancer that took the author's life immediately prior to publication is especially... timely? Untimely? Fuck. Even just a quarter of the way in and already every other sentence and paragraph reads like a personal struggle with the disease that was unknowingly taking his life at the very time he was unwittingly writing about it. A very strange dynamic indeed. But, that aside, the writing is immaculate as ever and he maintains the ability to draw the reader in to even the most middle-class "old friends gathering at a rickety auld house for the weekend to get wasted and talk about stuff wot happened in the past" plotlines as he ever has in previous works.