Read "The Lonely Londoners" by Sam Selvon, it was a weird combination of hilarity and an undercurrent of sadness and alienation. The characters were excellent and the whole thing gelled together quite nicely. Sometimes the creole style of the prose could be a bit jarring, particularly the passage where for some reason punctuation is eschewed all together but overall it added a lot more than it took away in terms of atmosphere.
I'm currently reading "Cosmos" by Carl Sagan and shall return to Dante at some point.