Firstly, yes (Dogmatix) I am mad! And putting Henry Miller on my list only serves to convince me of just what a hopeless mental case I am!
Polka Dot Rock (may I call you Polka?), I have been itching to read McTeague since the day I purchased it from a charity shop in 2005. I'd never knowingly heard of Frank Norris at the time but the picture on the cover convinced me to purchase it because it was a still from legendary film director Erich Von Stroheim's silent classic Greed, made in 1924, and based on McTeague.
I'd seen the film several years before and was really knocked-out by it. Apparently, Von Stroheim went to phenomenal lengths to capture the mood and feel of Norris' novel, arriving at a final cut which lasted 9 hours! It was later shortened to a more modest 5 before finally arriving at a 2 and a half hour cut, carried out by a man who hadn't even read the script, much less the original novel. And yet, sources tell me that for an adapted screenplay it's remarkably faithful to it's original. I think you've just made me convince myself that I should start reading it imminently.
As for Don Quixote, it is such a legendary piece of literature I find it difficult (iconoclastic though I am) to pluck up the courage to actually read it. The mere sight of it leaves me daunted - and (alas) my copy doesn't even have