Come to think of it, I’ve not read much of City of God either

Today Adam & I found ourselves talking about David Lodge’s semi-classic Changing Places, particularly the parlor game found therein, called Humiliation, in which participants confess classic pieces of literature they’ve never read. The winner, of course, is the one with the most cringe-worthy confession. The winner in Lodge’s novel is a professor of English literature who admits he has never read Hamlet. In the process of winning the game, he loses his job.

Thinking about this compelled me scandalously to confess seminal, absolutely vital works of theology that I’ve neither owned nor checked out of the library — not once even opened in a bookstore. (I will not so openly publish here my worst offense, but I will own up to the fact that I’ve read far more of Bultmann’s commentary on the Gospel of John than I have Barth’s commentary on Romans.) You should feel free, if you dare, to reciprocate.

More likely, though, you will be inclined (& are thus invited) to tell us what philosophy/theology’s Hamlet would be? Which work would win you the game, but lose you your livelihood?