Been getting back into fiction with a vengeance the past couple months. Some highlights were Vineland, by Thomas Pynchon—ninjas, computers, Reaganomics and aging hippies!—The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton, which is structured through star charts for the date the chapter takes place on; some characters correspond to Zodiac signs and others to planets, which I thought was very clever and didn’t ever feel forced, which is impressive, and The Mysterious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, which people have been telling me to read for years.