William Thackeray - Barry Lyndon. Fun so far - the title character (who narrates) is conceited to an often hilarious degree, and you can feel the authorial voice undermining him subtlely at every juncture. I'll probably watch the movie sometime after I finish this.
Italo Calvino - The Complete Cosmicomics. Very good so far - whimsical and silly at times but also emotionally resonant.
Kazuo Ishiguro - The Artists Of The Floating World. This feels so much like a dry run at Remains Of The Day that I'm not really sure there's any point in reading it if you've read the latter, which is better, even though this is still a good book on its own merits.
John Dickson Carr - The Hollow Man. An early 20th-century "locked room" mystery - the solution is rather far-fetched, and none of the characters are particularly interesting, but it has its old-fashioned charms nonetheless.
Penelope Fitzgerald - At Freddie's. I've liked everything I've read by her and this is no exception. Wonderfully drawn characters and a relatively lightweight plot, but the book's short enough that it's a strength rather than a flaw.
Evelyn Waugh - Decline And Fall. His first novel, a pretty savage satire. Not the most memorable, save for a few very good jokes - most interesting for its dismissive attitude towards the ostensible hero.
Ned Beauman - The Teleportation Accident. Took a while to get going, but eventually became a fun postmodern-ish romp with some emotional weight, although I'm not sure if it entirely earned said emotion.
Friedrich Durrenmatt - The Assignment. One of the bleaker books I've ever read. The subtitle is "On The Observing of the Observer of the Observers", and it's about an unnamed European documentary filmmaker sent on an uncanny assignment to investigate a murder in an unnamed North African country. If that subtitle/description combo appeals to you, you will probably like it.
James Hogg - The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner. Something about the tone of this made it really dull, even though the subject matter probably should have been interesting enough. I never made it through the "Editor's" frame narrative - I probably should have skipped to the actual memoirs, which take up the second two-thirds of the book - but a more modern author probably would have found a way to tell everything via the unreliable narrator and skip the dry scene-setting. In a way it reminded me of Sylvia Townshend Warner's Lolly Willowes, a more modernist take on Satan that's way more subtly brilliant.
Lawrence Osborne - The Forgiven. A book about a boorish Englishman who accidentally kills a Moroccan in a car accident. He thinks Moroccans are uncivilized nuisances! They think he's an unhappy infidel! Let's dress this up in flowery prose, throw in some adultery and try and make some deeper point about remorse and forgiveness!