Despite the wall-to-walloping coverage right across this great nation, ISTM the best source for this astonishing news has gotta be The Globe and Mail (for a number of reasons, not the least of which involves the fact James Adams knows his stuff and loves the guy's work; additionally, he provides readers with neat summaries of the other four "winners" in this, the most prestigious fictionary honour of the year).
You might also enjoy Nigel Beale's equally enthusiastic endorsement of this year's recipient (who, to celebrate the fact he'd just scooped fifty grand smackers, stepped out @ 3 AM this morning for a cigarette). BTW, while you're visiting @ Nigel's place, do take a moment to ogle the rest of his recently posted goodies.
Cryptic? Sorta; but, mostly tired from all the driving and beyond-surviving; but, don't let my flat tone fool you; this is one honour that's truly deserved (and, I shall allow you the pleasure of discovering the smokin' novelist on your own).
Almost everyone (understandably) toed the Rawi Hage line as the shoe-in for the coveted award; so, it's especially sweet . . . the winning wonder knocked the shoe-in off its feet.
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