Two I finished in the last week:

"Submission," by Michel Houillebec, a famous French novelist and poet. Describes a fortyish professor of 19th Century literature, adrift and unmotivated, as France elects a Muslim Brotherhood president and starts converting to Muslim domination. A real French novel--cynical, intellectual, literary references odd twists, numb emotions. Well worth it, if you're into that kind of writing.

"M Train," by Patti Smith. She's a very different, very interesting person: writer, poet, rock musician, her own woman. This book complements the earlier "Just Kids," which was about her upbringing and introduction to the New York Beatnik/Punk Rock scene and her relationship with the painter Robert Mapplethorp. "M Train" continues--a rambling tour through her marriage, her travels abroad to visit the graves of literary figures she admires, purchase of a ramshackle Rockaway Beach, NY, bungalow, mystical dreams. Poetical in its own way.


Ntra la porta tua lu sangu � sparsu,
E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu...
E s'iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu
Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.