I love those German portmanteau words where they just mush a bunch of words together to make a new word, like schadenfreude or arschgesicht. I made a new one: Schandenichtlesen, which means shame-not-read, that shame you have for not having read a good book.
To my great shame as a fan of crime fiction, I have never read any of Ed McBain’s 87th Precinct novels, despite their reputation for rich characters, a gripping storyline over dozens of books, and for defining the New York police procedural.
When Erin Mitchell heard this, she rushed to my rescue, staunching the gaping wound of my ignorance. She was giving away copies of her dupes, and I waved my hand and told her my predicament. Instead of sending me the books she was giving away, she bought me two new copies of Calypso and Hail, Hail, the Gang’s All Here.
That’s one of the many things I love about the crime fiction community. The people love books so much they’ll give them to you. And very likely, someone gave some to them earlier on. We pay it back and forward, sideways and around the corner.
Thank you, Erin!
What authors have you shamefully not read? Name the book you’re avoiding, even though you know you will love it.
For every comment I will donate $1 to the Philippines Red Cross, to assist in recovery from the typhoon. And I will choose one lucky commenter and buy them the book they have been shamefully avoiding.