Shame

Derek Catsam wants us to lay it on the line: "Name three books that you are embarrassed to admit that you have NOT read." Excuse me while I go look for my sackcloth and ashes:

• James Joyce, Ulysses.  Well, I've started it.  Several times, as a matter of fact.  Have I mentioned that I'm a Victorianist for a reason? In any event, this is the one omission that truly makes me want to hang my head in shame.      
• Charles Dickens, The Mystery of Edwin Drood.  Not because it's a great novel, but, um, the whole Victorianist thing.
• Henry James, The Wings of the Dove.  Late Henry James.  Arrrrggh.  (I did make it through The Ambassadors--three times!--and The Golden Bowl, so I haven't been totally remiss.  Several Americanists have told me that my opinions in re: late James are not entirely heretical, however, so this isn't quite as bad as my anti-Joycean sentiments.)