This is, as with most things to do with this blog, selective and arbitrary. Given that we are in the second week of the last month of the last year of the decade known as the noughties, some stock taking is necessary. But I am terrible at taking stick, awful at anthologizing, because I feel guilty about leaving things out. Read more
I can’t speak for other people (although, going by the near-unanimous approval this award has drawn, I could if I wanted to), but seldom do I feel so thrilled at the news of a literary prize.
Alice Munro, as you must have read in the last week, has won the Man Booker International Prize, a heavy-duty award in the world of letters and one which, unlike the Man Booker and like the Nobel – is not given for a particular book for a lifetime of work. Read more