Finished reading the book by the Polish philosopher, which means I've already read for books this year. Not bad for me, although the last two were rather shortish.
It was totally strange. No fantastic elements whatsoever, but a complicated family story, even more complicated by the absolutely unreliable first-person narration, so that I had to piece all the elements of the puzzle together on my own. Language still enchanting and on the whole fully satisfying.
Now I'm at a bit of a loss what to read - another Brunner, this time Sheep Look Up, a Polish military s-f by a writer who has also spent some time as a doctor in Afghanistan, Glukhovsky's FUTU.RE or maybe non-fiction about wolves (although this one I should be reading on a computer, as it has coloured photos).