What a relief then from time to time to say, the hell with it and give it to a Swede, in this case the octogenarian acknowledged as his nation’s finest living poet and a man whose whole oeuvre, as Peter Englund charmingly remarks, could fit into a single slim paperback. A winner, in short, whom the whole jury can read in the original pure Swedish in just a few hours. Perhaps they needed a sabbatical. Not to mention the detail, not irrelevant in these times of crisis, that the $1.5-million-dollar prize will stay in Sweden.
Monday, October 10, 2011
In case you wondered ...
... What’s Wrong With the Nobel Prize in Literature by Tim Parks | NYRblog | The New York Review of Books. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)
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