I have had this book for as long as I could remember. I have kept it only because I love books and I am incapable of throwing a book away, not because I wanted to read it. In fact, I did not even know the author. Neither did it occur to me to google his name. All that I knew of the book was its strange title. The closest I had come to glancing through is flipping the pages at a speed no one can read.
However, everything changed when on May 15th or thereabout I went on my usual blog-reading. There is this blog dedicated solely to reviewing books by individuals who have won the Nobel Laureate in Literature. It is there that I discovered that Elias Canetti, the author of Auto-da-fe, the book in question, was the 1981 Nobelist. I was shocked that I have never discovered this all this while. My happiness arose not because Elias Canetti won the Nobelist but that the book was worth the keep. With this information I embarked on a search on my copy of this old book. And read it.
Have you experienced a similar situation before? Have you had a book whose value only became apparent after a number of years?