Bottomless bag

I've been reading a lot of books lately. Just over the weekend, I polished off two more short story collections, one by Dubus and a contemporary European anthology. So I've given myself licence to buy more. Unfortunately, as is always the case, I've bought more than I've read. A sampling:

1. Mağden, Perihan. Ali and Ramazan (Ali ile Ramazan). I've been disappointed in Mağden; I was so unimpressed with her Messenger boy murders that I don't even remember what I didn't like about it any more. But I never learn. Besides, gay Romance in a gritty Istanbul setting. I'll take the chance.
2. Mantel, Hilary. Bring up the bodies. Not ready to plunge into this just yet but I'm keeping it on hand for when I feel I really need me some more Cromwell.
   
3. Masud, Naiyer. Snake catcher (Stories selected and translated by M.U. Memon.) Urdu short-story writer? Hmm...maybe. Comparisons to Kafka? Okay, you sold me.
4. Native North American literary companion (Janet Witalec, comp.) A pretty decent-looking introduction to a subject I feel I should know more about. Hopefully it will help me figure out which authors to give a try.
5. Natsume Sōseki. The Tower of London (倫敦塔). Sōseki loose in Edwardian London? This should be interesting.
6. Pokagon, Simon. O-gi-wam-kwe Mit-i-gwa-ki/Queen of the Woods. Pokagon is one of those colourful figures people love to call "complex" because it goes down easier than "kind of a jerk". This looks pretty oddball, but it was only $1 and it's stuffed full of Potawatomi words and customs, so it should fit a pretty particular mood I might eventually find myself in.
7. Süsskind, Patrick. Das Parfüm. Great movie, and everyone tells me it's a great book as well. I couldn't resist reading the first chapter the day I bought it and I love Süsskind's style. Tempted to start reading it now but I feel I already have too many fat books on my plate as it is.