I'm now working on two books. One is Terry Gilliam's memoir Gilliamesque, which I mentioned yesterday. The other is Moonraker, Ian Fleming's third Janes Bond novel. Don't hold the terrible 1979 film of the same name (and almost nothing else in common) against it; I've heard good things about the novel. I still find it weird to remind myself that the book is from 1955, about a proto-ICBM (the "Moonraker" of the title), before we'd gotten anything above the atmosphere. No one would do that for another two years. No orbital/space station shenanigans in this book, the way there are in that film.
This is my second go at Ian Fleming. In 1997 I read the first Bond novel, 1953's Casino Royale, followed by the fifth, sixth, and seventh books: From Russia With Love, Dr. No, and Goldfinger. Nineteen years ago, I think I saw why people such as JFK enjoyed and enjoy the series, but felt This isn't really for me. Took me until now to decide to give it another try. I'll see how I respond to novel-Bond now.