Over the weekend, I got through John Fante's West of Rome. Not too crazy about this, particularly when the narrator goes off on how terrible it will be if his son marries a Black woman and then, gasp, has children... In my view, Fante's work hasn't aged all that well.
I also got about halfway through The Heptaméron by Marguerite de Navarre. This was directly inspired by The Decameron, and indeed aspires to be the French Decameron. Some of the stories are interesting, but there is a cruelty to many of the stories, which is largely, though not entirely, absent in The Decameron. I definitely prefer Boccaccio.
Also dipping into Koestler's Darkness at Noon. This is translated from the recently recovered German manuscript, which was assumed to have been lost during the War.