Morte D’Urban by J.F. Powers. The story of a small-order priest who work is underappreciated and prowess overlooked. Father Urban gets sent to a nowhere place in Minnesota, but makes the best of things, only to get the screwgee in the end. Author Powers delivers a well balanced book with spot-on imagery.
Lady Oracle by Margarette Atwood. Another strong-weak female character trying to overcome (mostly) herself. The reward is good with Atwood, whose familiarity is like that of a favorite auntie telling family scuttlebut over tea and cookies.
The Possibility of an Island by Michel Houellebecq. This book was a complete failure for me, mainly because the author didn’t bother to hide his disdain for men & women & society & humanity in characters who mattered, but instead used faceless people to deliver jeremiads about post post-modern society. No fucking shit, MH.