Not So Noble And Barely Literary Thoughts On The Nobel Prize For Literature

I concur, and the guy rants well…

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It’s been dry times for the Nobel Prize for Literature, even though there was actually an era when it was The Oscars for book nerds.

(So yeah, I’m a book nerd. Down for life.)

Ah, the 1990s, that feverish run of Octavio Paz, Nadine Gordimer, Derek Walcott, Toni Morrison, Kenzaburo Oe, and Seamus Heaney. Compared to this, I haven’t really pricked my ears up at Nobel Literature announcements since madman Harold Pinter in 2005.

But as the announcement looms, Murakami is in the air, that great techno-fabulist who augurs as much cool and as much weird as our post-postmodern age thinks it thinks it can stomach. Should he win, it would be fitting. He’s the End-Time Prophet for a “time” that’s ending all the time. And thus, his acceptance speech should be a hologramed continuous loop of him chanting “We will rock you,” with…

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