It’s a sad truth. When the fly fishing’s good, the reading is bad. And right now, the fishing’s getting very good.

The Trout Underground's book pile

The books stack up in inverse proportion to number of big mayflies fluttering around the river, and I’m left a torn man.

After all, I like muscular prose almost as much as I like muscular fish, and when I’m in a whiny mood, I’ll even suggest it’s unfair I have to choose between the two.

Still, reality almost always wins out (this isn’t politics after all), and I’ve accumulated a suitcase-sized pile of books and DVDs to read and review.

It occurs to me I might not be the only one.

Maybe the Undergrounders share my literary-induced pain — or could be asked to share the names of the books they’re dying to read (or even those they just did).

Fire away, Undergrounders.

See you on the river (or in the stacks), Tom Chandler.