On the way back yesterday, I listened to the new Stephen King novella, Gwendy's Button Box. Decent little story, nicely read.
The other book was called House of Names by Colm Tobin, the man who wrote Brooklyn. It's a retelling of the Oresteia. Very good, but not great. The three narrators were all British or Irish, and sadly they pronounced "guards" and "gods" the same way: "gawds." That wouldn't have been a problem except for the fact that the author used both words liberally.
I remember reading the Oresteia back in ninth grade and being taken with the bloody tale of Clytemnestra killing husband Agamemnon before son Orestes kills mom. Such passion, such hate, such gore.
I was going through some books earlier and found a Ted Hughes translation of the Oresteia. Guess I know what I'm going to read when I finish Proust.