I've just finished Tove Jansson's "Sculptor's Daughter". A must for those interested in her, and I am such a one. It takes the form of a series of vignettes written from the perspective of a young child: apparently this is the first of her books to be written specifically for adults, and also the most autobiographical. I found it wonderfully unusual and it's easy to make links with the imagination that created the moomins. What I particularly liked was the contrast between the cozy world of family security and the dark forces constantly looming on the edges of consciousness. I'd love to be able to read it in the original.
I'm half way through Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf. I'll be interested to follow it up sometime with the Tolkien version.
I've also been using the index to dip into Andy Robert's "Albion Dreaming, a popular history of LSD in Britain". I doubt that I'll do more than dip in because there seems to be much that has been compiled from sources with which I'm relatively familiar. At the same time a lot of work must have gone into it and he's good on the politics of the whole business.
Incidentally the circumstances of buying the Tove Jansson book still annoy me. It was a few years ago in an independent bookshop that I very seldom visit, maybe every two years or so, but which has interesting stock, including second hand. The only problem with it for me is the owners (I usually get on very well with those who have their own bookshops), and I'm afraid that every visit we assume that if there is any interaction it's going to be laughably awkward. On this occasion the husband persisted in closely examining shelves a few feet from wherever I was looking, and I could only assume he was suspicious of my intentions: eventually I decided to put his suspicions to rest and buy this book, knowing I'd read it some day.