Now finishing
Agaguk, by Yves Thériault. It's supposed to be a Québec masterpiece about the Inuit life in a world dominated more and more by the White. I hate it. I rarely hate a book, I can keep on with most stories, but this is just an analogy of the wife-beating, people-killing primitive man that finally acquires morals thanks to the contact his people have with the White man and thanks to the love he feels for his progressive wife.
Gross, sappy, revolting and moralist.
On the side, I'm also reading a series of lectures on narration in our times, The Triumph of Narrative, by Robert Fulford. This I enjoy a lot!