Since the last update, I have read the first chapter of Sarah Bakewell's The Existentialist Cafe, two stories from Hansda Sowvendra Sekar's The Adivasi Will Not Dance, five or six chapters of Eriksen's Gardens of the Moon (for the second time) and half of A Brief History of Seven Killings by Marlon James. I plan to finish all of these despite the last one letting me down a bit. I was expecting a bit more plot in a book with so much character and setting. It's hard to understand why so little happens in the book.
I finished Salman Rushdie's Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Days. I liked some of the lines:
the threatening claiming to be under threat, the knife pretending to be in danger of being stabbed, the fist accusing the chin of attacking it, all that was familiar
But mostly I was disappointed by every aesthetic choice made in the book - from the tone, voice, structure, humour, etc. I could dissect it further than that - getting into why it didn't work for me but I'll refrain because I'm not sure it'll be worth reading.