Shaara, Jeff. Gone for Soldiers.

NY: Ballantine, 2000.

I’ve read a great many books over the years about the Civil War, both history and fiction, and one of the very best novels about that key event in American history, of course, is Killer Angels by Michael Shaara. When he died in 1988, his son took over managing his estate and then moved into the family business, as well. And, despite the complete lack of literary training or previous experience, he’s turned out to be not too bad at it.

Hornby, Nick. Funny Girl.

NY: Riverhead Books, 2015.

Hornby is a masterful writer of comedy in the sense of “human comedy.” His characters are fully formed and worth paying close attention to as they try to come to grips with the world. His dialogue is frequently drily funny and sparkling but it’s always true. And this one — his first book in five years — is well up to the standard set by his previous half-dozen novels.

Nakamura, Fuminori. The Gun.

NY: Soho Press, 2015.

I kind of have a thing for detective stories and oddball thrillers by contemporary Japanese authors, but I haven’t read Nakamura before. He’s written a number of novels, all of them well-received, and has won several major literary prizes, so I decided it was time I made his acquaintance.

Cherryh, C. J. Visitor.

NY: DAW, 2016.

This is the seventeenth volume in the "Foreigner" saga — and “saga” is definitely the word. Cherryh is famous for (among other things) her skills at world-building and in creating multidimensional alien beings and their cultures, and to my mind this epic is her masterwork.

Ellington, Elizabeth & Jane Freimiller. A Year of Reading.

Naperville, IL: Sourcebooks, 2002.

All heavy readers, and especially all librarians, tend to pick up any volume that purports to recommend other books that one ought to read, and promises to tell you why they picked these in particular. The subtitle here is “A Month-by-Month Guide to Classics and Crowd-Pleasers for You or Your Book Group,” which tells you the method they have in mind.

Deaver, Jeffery. Solitude Creek.

NY: Grand Central Publishing, 2015.

I’ve never been a big fan of Deaver’s books, but this one got strong reviews so I gave it a shot. The protagonist is Kathryn Dance, an investigator and body-language expert for the California Bureau of Investigation, based in Monterey, who is involved in an operation to identify and shut down the commerce between Mexico, Los Angeles, and the Bay Area in drugs and especially in illegal assault weapons. But she screws up and mishandles a supposed witness brought in for an interview who turns out to be a hit man for one of the gangs.

Grisham, John. Rogue Lawyer.

NY: Doubleday, 2015.

Grisham’s books have always been kind of hit-or-miss in my opinion, but this one isn’t bad. Sebastian Rudd is a well-known “street lawyer” in his part of the state, taking on those accused of horrific crimes the more white-shoe attorneys won’t touch. In fact, the story opens with the trial of a defendant so loathed in his small redneck town, Rudd has to have a police escort to get to the courthouse without being stoned by the mob. (His office was firebombed a couple of years before, so now he mostly works out of his chauffeured SUV.)

Griffith, Nicola. Always.

NY: Penguin, 2007.

This is the third novel about the lethally vikingesque Aud Torvingen, Atlanta ex-cop, who can — and has — killed men with her bare hands. The narrative this time consists of parallel stories, the first concerning her self-defense class for women, which is far more than just karate kicks and ju jitsu holds. Aud insists on teaching her middle-class housewife students how not to be afraid and the way she does that is fascinating. But even Aud can’t predict where they will go from there.

Russell, Alan. Multiple Wounds.

Seattle: Thomas & Mercer, 2005.

I’ve read several of this author’s earlier detective novels — about a Los Angeles cop and his K-9 partner — and while they were entertaining enough, they also tended to be relatively lightweight and written in a somewhat gushy style. This work, though, is altogether darker and far more mature in content and style.

King, Stephen. Finders Keepers.

NY: Scribner, 2015.

This is a sequel to King’s first detective novel in the classic style, Mr. Mercedes, and it’s not only set in the same anonymous Midwestern city, its events begin with the same 2009 massacre-by-automobile at the job fair. This time, the victim on whom we focus is Tom Saubers, a husband and father who was laid off and is becoming desperate to find work. He survives being run over by the Mercedes but it takes several years for his injuries to heal, and the stress of all this nearly causes him and his wife to divorce. But his young son, Pete, has found a way to ease the family’s money woes.