I just finished 'Badluck Way' by Bryce Andrews, which I enjoyed enormously. It's the story of the author as a young Seattle-born man spending his first season as a ranch hand in southwestern Montana. The writing is fluid, clear, and precise; and not weighed down by romanticism or sentimentality. There's a sense of foreboding that builds throughout the book, leading up to the author's encounter with the wolf - all set up through matter-of-fact descriptions of the damage done by the predators, interspersed with reconstructed episodes from the life of the wolf, told from the wolf's point of view but again without sentimentality or anthropomorphizing.
Beginning at the point of the author's final, face-to-face meeting with the wolf, though, the writing strikes me as suddenly more passionate and introspective, as if the incident had unleashed Andrew's inner poet. Anyway, I thought it was a great book all round.
I'm currently working on 'The People of Forever are Not Afraid' by Shani Boianjiu, a fictional account (written in English) of three young women in the Israeli Defense Forces. Also just started 'The Mind Parasites' by Colin Wilson - sent to me by an old friend of Stephanie's living in San Francisco. It looks to be a lot of fun. Written in 1967 and set in "the future" of, well, right now. It's supposed to be set in the Cthulhu universe, and here I am obliged to confess that I'm not up on Lovecraft so I will just have to make the best of it.