In Gerbrand Bakker’s novel Ten White Geese (published in the UK as The Detour), a Dutch woman takes a short-term lease on an old cottage in rural Wales. Avoiding contact with the handful of locals, she does little but sleep, drink wine, smoke, and wander around the property.
“So many books, so little time” certainly rings true even if you’re only counting the bestseller lists, or the Indie Next list, or just your own never-ending TBR. But it’s worse than that, because the majority of those lists are just English books. What about all the great literature being published in other languages?